#[ used to like milk before i realized dairy upsets my stomach ]

[butchbarneygumble]

As someone who tries to reduce meat and dairy products in their diet, I think your opinions on veganism aren't really quite right. I understand how you'd want more people to be vegan but it just isn't viable for some people either health wise or financially. I know it might not be what you meant to say in your posts but it kinda seems like you think you're better than people who aren't vegan. I understand getting upset about something important to you but it kinda comes off as rude at some points.

Also this is kind of a tangent but I remember you reposting something about how people not killing bugs but eating meat are hypocrites but that's just not true? People kill bugs for no reason but people kill livestock for an actual purpose.

I'm not saying veganism is bad or anything, I hate the meat and dairy industry as much as anyone else I just think you should think about how other people might see your posts before posting them.

Thanks for reading!

I never mean to single out people who can't go vegan for any reason. I'm autistic and have permanent stomach issues so I get it! My rants and such are mainly about people who have all the resources possible and don't even try, the "but I like meat too much" people. I used to be like that! I'm fully aware food deserts exist, that some religions put a lot of emphasis on animal products, that there are people who still hunt their own meat, and that is not what I want to single out.

Try to see it my way. I am confronted with meat adverts everywhere I go. At home I live near a meat processing plant and I have to see pigs being ferried to there every time I'm on the road nearby. Pigs, who are more intelligent than most pets, stacked up next to each other, basically dying of thirst so they don't piss themselves before they're killed. Cattle in the fields nearby who always look emanciated and I know they were bred to give milk and had their calves taken away... and it makes me jaded. So I get a little snarky sometimes.

I don't remember the bug post honestly and I don't wanna call someone sparing a single bug is a hypocrite, that's my bad there. I understand it can be more complex to some people and I appreciate if people are kind to bugs even if they eat meat.

I don't mean to come off across as elitist but please realize my vegan lifestyle makes me the extreme minority (not trying to seem like I'm oppressed or anything, just purely semantics) and you can literally go anywhere else if you don't wanna see my opinions. I'm sorry if I sound rude but like... it's a case very dear to my heart.

[aching-tummies]

RP-Scenario: Too Much Dairy

RP-Scenario 'cuz my guts have literally been waging war on dairy all day. Write me a continuation--how would you continue this? Bear in mind that I'm partial to being a total sadist to a misbehaving tummy. I'm having trouble envisioning dialogue for this scenario so if you want to throw in dialogue lines or just submit RP-Lite that'd be fine too. Inspire me.

"Mmmffph...ugh...aaahh...s-stop...tummy...please stop...stop hurting..." I whimper and plead with my stubborn stomach as it clenches within me, twisting painfully and making me feel like something has wound my intestines up like one would twirl spaghetti on a fork. I've been curled up like a shrimp in bed for the better part of the last five hours. Apparently, my guts decided that we hate dairy today. Would have been nice to get a memo.

We stayed up last night. Secret-identity and social deduction games are my favorite and our friends decided to stay up last night to play a few rounds. We started around 10:30PM and I saw 4:31AM on the clock when we finally said our final 'gg's. Poor choice, but I decided it'd be fine as long as I grabbed coffee before my shift at work was due to start in about 6 hours. Not the best, but I promised to go to bed early tonight to make up for it.

A baptism of iced coffee probably wasn't how my stomach wanted to be woken up this morning and I guess it's been grumpy with me ever since. On top of that, when I arrived at work it turns out my coworker had decided to buy me an extral large hot coffee as 'thanks' for something I did for them before. It would have been rude to turn it down so I accepted it and alternated between the hot coffee and the iced one throughout my shift. The variance in temperatures and dairy did not play nice with my already-grumpy tummy, it seems. It was starting to feel uneasy around the last hour of my shift.

I walked by a bubble-tea place on my way to the bus stop and saw that they were having a special series on milk-tea. I got paid a couple of days ago and it's been a long and hard week at work (training new hires) so I decided to treat myself. I got a little something for you too, asking for no ice in case you're not home to drink it immediately when I get there (and therefore it won't dilute).

Upon arriving home, I found out that I was not the only one that bought a treat for the other. You stopped by our favorite noodle house and got us two combos...combos that come with more milk-tea. Unfortunately, the ice in your drinks is fading fast, so we have to enjoy them tonight. The other half of my own drink was left as an afterthought as we powered through dinner.

After dinner, you decided to hop back on the computer to game and do whatever. I mentioned turning in early and that's basically what I tried to do...only I realized that I still had half of my own drink to finish and boba gets hard if you leave it too long...so...well...down the hatch.

The glutinous boba was delicious. Unfortunately, that firm-ish, slimey gel ended up gumming up the works inside of the war raging in my guts. 'We hate dairy. We hate dairy.' I swear the grumbles from my guts are chanting that on a loop. I wouldn't be surprised if digestive fairies manifested and are inside, using spells to make my stomach contents churn and prodding absolutely everything with tiny pitchforks.

Iced coffee. Hot coffee. Boba milk tea. Straight up milk tea. My dairy count is at four--more than double what I'd planned. The sheer amount of dairy would have been enough to give me some nasty indigestion, but the greasy noodle combo and the boba are compounding the upset. It feels like the boba is gumming up my intestines, coating them and preventing them from working on the oily slurry of noodles and dairy. My guts are cramping like a vice every couple of minutes, desperately trying to make digestion happen and having no success.

I don't feel nauseous. All of this didn't come at me all at once--it was gradual. There isn't enough in any one part of my gastro-intestinal tract to cause me to be on the verge of puking...unless the toxic slurry decides to move backwards (which it hasn't yet...thank God). Pity. Throwing up might have made me feel just a little better. Getting some of that nastiness out of my system would probably help at least a little. Instead, I just feel like tiny grenades are exploding throughout my gastrointestinal tract. I swear, everything hurts, from my colon spasming (despite not having anything to offer the porcelain throne) to my esophagus burning with heartburn or an acid splash...or both. On top of it all, my stomach-organ and intestines have been churning away, being extremely vocal about the day-long torture inflicted upon them now that I've finally got a minute to actually be mindful of the sensations inside of me.

"Ugh...stop...please stop hurting!" I plead with my stomach, squeezing it tighter and trying to counter the vice-like cramp rolling like a wave through my intestines. I swear, it feels like a giant decided to pinch a section of my intestines between thumb and forefinger and run that squeeze through the entire length of the tube...like trying to squeeze the last dregs of toothpaste out of a tube or getting sauce out of a packet.

I spy my phone on the mattress--abandoned when the cramps in my tummy got too intense for me to ignore any longer. Reaching for it, I find the contact I'm looking for and hit 'Call'. I'm wracked by an intense cramp that feels like I'm being pinched in half and it causes me to press the phone into my spasming tummy instead of bringing it to my ear.

*Grbl...rrrr...rrrble...* My stomach sounds like a motor-cycle at a stop-light, contantly revving without getting anywhere.

The call gets disconnected and I've forgotten all about it, going back to begging my stomach to calm down and having my tears soak into the pillow. "Unngh...d-damn it--shut up!" I hiss at my stomach and slam a fist down onto it for good measure. Instant regret shoots through me along with the stabbing pain I feel from the impact site.

"You say something?"

You lean against the doorframe to the bedroom, curious as to where I've been since dinner. Your phone is held in one hand. Apparently, you got my call.

"Uhh..." A loud rumble from my stomach answers before I do. The sickly noise is quickly followed by another sharp spasm and I moan, curling even tighter around my aching abdomen.

"Was that your stomach?"

I see white for a moment, my hearing fading too as my entire world dissolves into the pain at my core. I can feel everything tensing up from colon to esophagus. I can't imagine literally having my guts rupture would feel much worse than what it feels like right now.

As I regain my senses, I feel a foreign weight on my aching tummy. You're stroking over it carefully, the foreign weight being your ear pressed against the crest of my gut.

"Mmmph..." I wince as I feel another spasm ripple through my intestines.

"Shh!" You shush me, wanting to listen to the chaos inside of me rather than me.

I don't even know what I can say at this point. "My stomach hurts"--no duh. "Please rub my tummy"--clearly, my stomach needs more help than I can give it to win whatever war is raging within me. "My tummy's really noisy and upset--something isn't agreeing with me"--thanks, Captain Obvious. On top of that, it appears that my stomach is complaining more than enough even without the involuntary moans and whimpers escaping my voicebox.

[findingyouagain]

wait til you guys find out what else i dont like

[devildomimagines]

hi, can i request something with the obey me boys? mc is intolerant to lactose, maybe fluff and crack 😤 thx

Hello Hello!

This made me laugh so I hope you do too~

Belphegor

You do a good job covering it up so that he doesn’t pick up that anything is wrong.

That is until you keep getting up from Nap Time™ to go to the bathroom.

Annoyed, he asks “Oy MC, what’s wrong?”

Your stomach answers with an angry grumble.

You cover it in an attempt to quiet it’s rumbling. Embarrassed you admit you ate something you shouldn’t have.

He sighs, “Well it’s not like I’m not used to that with Beel. So what was it?”

“The ice cream,” you frowned, “it tasted so good that I ate way more than my lactose intolerant system can process.”

He laughed as your stomach gurgled again, almost like it heard you talking sh!t.

Belphie laughed as you sighed and went to the bathroom again. He made a note to not get dairy before nap time in the future.

Beelzebub

He walked in to see you rubbing your stomach with a deep frown.

“Tummy ache?” He asked as he pulled a pudding out of the fridge.

“Mhmm.”

“Do you want some pudding? Eating always makes me feel better.” Beel offered a spoonful.

“Ah, thanks but I’d eat anything but pudding, that’s what got my stomach upset.”

“Really?” He looked at the package, was this a weird flavor or was it expired?

“I just wanted something sweet and thought maybe I’d be ok but my lactose intolerance strikes again!” You shook an angry fist in the air.

“That sucks, so you can’t have any dairy?”

“I shouldn’t…. But I do anyway,” you smiled mischievously, like you were getting away with something more impressive than making yourself suffer.

Asmodeus

You texted him, “I can’t be around you today.” He took that as a personal challenge.

“Asmo~” you whined through your door, “I told you-”

“But MC!” He was still pounding on the door, “I can’t possibly be without you allllll day.”

“I’m dealing with something so you have to go away.”

“I can help!” Asmo proposed, “Whatever it is, I can help, I’d be happy to help!”

“It’s embarrassing,” you mumbled but he still caught it.

“All the more reason for me to help, I want to know all the most intimate details about you.”

You opened your door in a flustered state, “Stop it!” You looked down the hall, no one else was around which was a miracle considering the racket Asmo was causing. “I’m really gassy today from eating that creamy pasta dish at lunch. Is that the intimate detail you wanted to know??”

“MC, you should have come to me first! I have just the thing!” He pulled you out from your room towards his.

Satan

You didn’t have the heart to tell him it was his fault for the state you were in now.

Your stomach hurt as it bloated from the dairy in the drink he had ordered you. It wasn’t his fault, you hadn’t told him of your dietary needs nor had he been around to hear you order a drink with the necessary substitution.

He did note your frown, “Is something wrong?”

“What, of course not!” You chirped, taking an exaggerated drink from the coffee cup.

“Is it the drink? Is it not to your liking? I thought you liked coffee?”

“I do!” You defended, “It’s just the milk doesn’t agree with me.” On cue, your stomach growled loud enough for Satan to hear. Both of your eyes widened in shock and when you looked away he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were intolerant of dairy. You really shouldn’t keep drinking that then,” he leaned over to take the cup away but you shielded it.

“But it tastes good, except for the milk, you knew exactly what I like!”

He laughed again as he snatched the cup from your shield, “Then I’ll get you a replacement, sans milk.”

Leviathan

You could just die right now, that would be helpful, god.

A terrible silence had settled over you and Levi. The longer it went on, the more embarrassed you were. The fact that you just passed gas in front of him is actually killing you more than your stomach cramps were. 

Then your stomach decided to grumble. You think, “God, why have you cursed my bowels?”

When you looked at him, he was just as shocked and embarrassed, his face bright red. “A-are you ok?” 

“Ugh, yeah, I’m gonna go,” you got up from the beanbag trying to escape as quickly as possible without another incident.

He stops you, “D-do you n-need anything? I can get you medicine if you need.”

It was sweet of him to offer even though he was clearly unsure what to do. “No, but thank you. I’m just lactose intolerant and should NOT have had that pizza.”

“Oh! Well if that’s all, it’s ok, you should stay.” He was totally relaxed again, he caught your confused face and shrugged, “Sorry, I didn’t know what was happening for a minute there. Human digestion is weird.”

“You can say that again,” and you happily plopped back down on the beanbag.

Mammon

He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a low rumble. He was the only demon around so who was growling? Mammon looked back at you.

With a sheepish smile you waved.

“Was that you?”

“My stomach, yeah, sorry.”

“Geez,” he charmingly offered.

You punched his arm when he sat back down next to you. “It’s your fault!”

“My fault?!”

“Yeah you got that milkshake for me!”

“What does that have to do with your stomach growling at me?”

“Technically, I can’t have milk.”

“Well why didn’t you say that instead of taking the milkshake??”

“Because it was strawberry and that’s my favorite!”

After a beat, you both started laughing.

Lucifer

Diavolo invited the two of you over to taste a selection of wine for the next event. Barbatos had prepared some snacks, among which were cheeses, fruits, and crackers.

As soon as you were home, you were rushing to the bathroom. Lucifer watched on with a raised eyebrow. When you didn’t come back right away, he followed you to the bathroom. He knocked gently, “Everything ok?”

“Yup! Be done in a second!” He sat and waited. He figured maybe you had too much to drink.

When you exited and found him waiting, you blushed slightly, “Sorry for running off like that.”

“No, it’s quite alright. Are you feeling ok?”

“Yes, better now. I really should know my limit but with such a fine selection in front of me it was too tempting and I ended up overdoing it.”

“Yes, Lord Diavolo does not hold back when selecting the drinks for his parties, only the best of the best.”

“Drinks?” You thought for a second, “Oh yes the wines were exquisite but I was talking about the cheeses. I’m lactose intolerant so I shouldn’t have any but Barbatos did not pull any punches with his selection tonight.”

Once Lucifer recovered, he sighed and shook his head.

[bomberqueen17]

oh thanks tumblr

just ate the whole post i’d written.

well, tl;dr i am driving out to rochester tonight to meet friends so i can’t leave the farm too learly or too late so instead of doing something useful i’m wasting time, and apparently *completely* wasting time because tumblr likes to eat posts. thanks.

i have a horrible upset stomach, i somehow ate several meals in a row of entirely familiar foods in normal amounts and have wound up just in cramping agonies of nonsense, so making a long drive may prove to be more fraught than normal. can’t wait, so great. i actually felt poorly enough that i did not help with flower harvest yesterday morning. also i broke out in a rash on the undersides of my forearms. so it really seems like i ate something i’m allergic to but i have no known food allergies and if anything have had a more restricted diet than normal, since the one Greek Orthodox crew member is on a two-week fast in honor of the Virgin Mary so we’re all eating vegan at lunch because we like him and see no reason not to.

I’d suspect something like giardia or cryptosporidium but I ate alongside everyone, I do most of the least-filthy work on this farm, I do not tend to taste food as I prepare it so it’s not like I’d’ve eaten something less-cooked than anyone else, and nobody else is sick. 

(I’m actually slightly self-conscious as a cook; I realized I often make things without a recipe and then don’t even taste it prior to serving it, and then I put it on the table and I’m like “this might need salt or pepper or  an entirely other suite of seasonings, I have no idea whatsoever” but like. i feel like i’m constantly cooking for this farm crew that just puts hot sauce on everything and never cooks anything for me in return so i am having motivation issues. Friday when I was sick I just drove to the store and got a couple loaves of cheap sandwich bread and some potato chips and we had tomato-and-cheese sandwiches, and the vegan guy had peanut butter. But hey I do a mean “legumes plus as many types of vegetables as I can physically cram into it” Random Vegan Mush dish at this point.)

(Thursday’s fatal lunch was red lentil daal with coconut milk... and beets and beet greens and swiss chard and green beans. served over mashed potatoes made without dairy and with olive oil instead. i cannot imagine what of this could possibly have set me off.)

oh also i have an infected salivary duct? did you know this could happen? i have had them be blocked before, decades ago, so I do know for sure what that weird lil bit of oral anatomy is, but this one is like-- swollen and hurts and feels raw and looks grody. so who knows! that’s miserable! i dont’t even know what you do for that? mouthwash? don’t say doctor, i have no idea how to even go about attempting that. argh. (which doctor? i know, i know, you go to like five and they all take your copay and say “oh you gotta go to a specialist for that” and it’s more phone calls than anyone can manage and in the end the problem goes away on its own. that’s been my medical history, anyway.)

so generally this week has been a tiring one, but this is fully typical of august, and i feel like i’m spending a lot of my real life being The Cheerful Or At Least Philosophical One, so I’m just being a complainy bitch on here, thanks y’all for your patience.

[runswithscissors26]

Just gotta vent. Ignore this/I just need to scream into the void and feel a little bit heard for a second.

I have food issues. I have issues with food. Food is gross. I don't like it. I almost never get hungry. I can and will forget to eat for a whole day. Me wanting specific food is very rare.

I am a very picky eater. I am a vegetarian (not vegan). I am lactose intolerant (I can get around this with Lactaid pills, but its a pain).

Food has to look, smell, taste, and feel right for me to eat it. If it looks or smells funny, it's not happening.

I have 3 breakfast options, plus 2 "fancy" ones for when I go out.

I have 6 lunch options, plus 2 for when I go out.

I have 12 dinner options, 6 of which are the same as my lunch options, plus the 2 options from lunch for when I go out.

I have 6 otions for snacks/desserts.

I used to have more options, but cut them for one reason or another.

I get on kicks where I'll eat the same few things for days, weeks, or months all the time. Example: I ate crackers with peanut butter for breakfast, a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and mac and cheese for dinner for YEARS. I rarely deviated from it. Then, I totally switched. I couldn't stand the sight of those foods and rotayed through seversl more phases, but they were shorter than that one.

If a food I usually eat tastes funny, there's a very good chance I'm getting sick. In 1st grade my mom sent me to school with a peanut butter sandwich and chocolate milk for lunch (my fav meal at the time). It tasted horrible, so I went to the nurse, explained, and had her take my temperature, etc. No temp., nothing clearly wrong with me, but I insisted. She called my mom.

Come to find out, lunch tasted gross because she changed brands of peanut butter, bread, and milk. She hadn't told me. She apologized for not telling me and switched back the brands. Life went on. She would tell me if the store was out of my brand and she had to substitute another gmfor a coupke of days.

Fast forward 20 years... I can't cook like my mom because she doesn't follow the directions on boxes, so I can't cook any of the foods I like (that require cooking). I still live with my parents for a bunch of reasons, one of which being my food issues/forgetting to eat.

I'm back to my crackers/sandwich/mac and cheese routine for the most part. I drink my instant meal shake when it's too hot for hot food, but other than that, I'm back to basics.

I eat Kraft original/classic mac and cheese with "a bit" of extra milk and 3 slices of Velveeta cheese melted and the poured over the top and mixed in. I was actually hungry for dinner! So my mom made my food a bit early because the hungry feeling will pass and not come back. I thanked her when I got it from the pot, like always. It looked a little pale and smelled a little different, but I didn't say anything because is wasn't repulsive, I hadn't seen it out in the light, and I hadn't tasted it. She gets upset when I reject food that she makes, so I decided to try it.

So I go sit down and take a bite. It has a weird flavor, and the weird smell is still there. And there are little tiny things in it that kind of look like pepper. I took another bite, thinking maybe it was just a little bit that got accidentally sprinkled in when she was making her and my dad's food.

Nope. The weird taste and smell are still there. So I go best out of 5. Still weird. But now she's in the middle of making their dinner, and I feel bad marching into the kitchen and rejecting food that she makes for me, especially if she is busy with something else.

At this point, I've eaten about a quarter of the bowl and decide that just this once, I can deal, its just a little pepper or seasoning. So I ate kind of fast and didn't really chew, and decide that if my mom didn't spill something in it (by accident), then I'm cutting mac and cheese out of my diet again.

As I'm taking my last bites, my parents join me with their dinners. I (gently, I don't bite the hand that feeds me, and she's a bit sensitive about having her cooking criticized) tell her I think she might've accidentally spilled a little pepper or something in my food. She looks confused, so I showed her a noodle with the stuff on it.

She gets this guilty look on her face and I'm instantly back in first grade, telling a nurse that I must be sick and her insisting that there's nothing wrong with me.

Turns out that she cooked the noodles and got up to the part where she melts the cheese and realized we are out of velveeta. She substituted some shredded 5 cheese blend that we had. She confessed and said that she would have told me if I had come back in and told her.

She insisted I must have liked it because I ate it all. The one time I try to "grow up" and suffer through a meal so my mom doesn't get her feelings hurt, it turns out that she was trying to pull something. I tried to explain that I ate fast because I was trying not to taste it, but neither she nor my dad believe me. They think I'm overreacting now only because I know for sure.

I reminded her of the incident in first grade and she said she remembers it. I doubt she remembers how freaked out I was because if she did, she wouldn't have pulled this sh*t.

She said she didn't want to waste the food, so she didn't tell me. Well, its wasted now! When I smelled and saw it in the pot I took half my usual amount in case I couldn't stomach it. 3/4 of a box of Kraft is now trash.

God forbid I try to spare someone's feelings and not return food like a Karen at a restaurant.

My dad piped up as I was leaving the table that we do have velveeta, it just wasn't in the right spot because the drawer was full.

Yeah, I left 2 min after they sat down, I'm not sitting there to be guilted and b*tched at because someone else tried to pull something. They both know about my food issues and how bad they are, and she should have told me.

And on top of all this, I had a reaction to the dairy. Velveeta is sooo not real cheese, maybe like 5% real, but the cheese that was in the food I ate was real. For my regular mac and cheese, I need 1 pill. Throw more dairy in, I need more pills. I thought I was having my nice regular fake cheese and took 1 pill. But alas, it was weird looking, weird smelling, pale, real cheese with little bits of who knows what in it.

Let's throw some more on shall we? Tomorrow is my birthday. It's been hot so I've been having my drink instead of hot food. I was looking forward to mac and cheese for dinner tomorrow too. WAS.

Now I don't want to look at mac and cheese.

Now I don't want to be in the same room as them.

Now I'm locked away (hiding) during what is usually my wind down time. Usually I read for a few hours before bed.

Now I'm too angry and hurt to have the patience.

Now I'm crying and sniffly.

Now I'm dreading my birthday, when I'm supposed to be all happy and sh*t tomorrow.

I realize how insignificant this is to the rest of the world. But its significant to me, in my little corner of the world. The person I trust to make my food screwed with it, lied to me (by omission), and then tried to put it all back on me because I didn't return it.

"Sorry" in the tone she used doesn't cut it. If I could eat like a normal person, I would. Don't lie to me about my gd food. I have enough issues with it already.

[whumphoarder]

Festive Misfortune

Summary: Being lactose intolerant sucks. Being lactose intolerant during the Christmas season sucks even more.

Or, Tony tries to give his kid a carefree holiday party for once by serving a completely dairy-free menu. But of course, Parker Luck™ strikes again.

(In the same universe as Spider-Man’s Very Mundane Kryptonite and Face God and Walk Backwards Into Hell, but you can read them in any order)

Word count: 1,953

Genre: Fluffy illness, sickfic, Christmas theme

Link to read on Ao3

“So, you’re saying I can eat everything here?” Peter asked in amazement, eyes scanning the overflowing buffet table at the Avengers team Christmas dinner. “Including the lasagna?”

Tony nodded. “Every single dish. I catered the entire event from a restaurant specifically specializing in allergen-free dishes. Despite how it may look, there’s not a drop of dairy in sight.”

“So”—Peter moved over to the dessert section of the table—”the cannolis? The tiramisu?” He looked up at his mentor, near giddy with delight. “Even the cheesecake?!”

Tony chuckled. “For once, knock yourself out, kid.”

For just a second, Peter looked like he might cry. He settled for pulling Tony into a bone-crushing hug. “Mr. Stark, this is the best Christmas ever,” he said sincerely.

X

As expected, dinner was a rousing affair. The team joked and laughed as they ate, sharing anecdotes and recounting past missions with each other. With the exception of maybe two dishes that had weird textures, the catered dairy-free food was all surprisingly good. Peter tried a little of everything, gushing his thanks to his mentor the entire time to the point that Tony felt a little bad for not having done this before. Everyone agreed the crème brûlée topped tofu-cheesecake was the star of the show; Tony watched fondly as the kid polished off his third slice.

Once dinner was finished, the team moved into the common area living room to decide on a movie to watch. Or attempt to decide on a movie anyway.

“White Christmas,” Bruce said. “Hands down, best Christmas film of all time.”

“You can’t be serious,” Clint balked at him. He made eye contact with Tony. “Home Alone. That kid is a tactical mastermind.”

“I vote Die Hard,” Natasha said.

“That’s not a real Christmas movie,” Wanda complained. “I want to see Charlie Brown in English. I’ve only ever seen it dubbed in Sokovian.”

“Nah man, you gotta do the Grinch,” Sam said, walking in with a massive bowl of steaming popcorn.

Nat wrinkled up her nose. “Which version? Classic or Jim Carrey?” she asked as she snagged a handful of popcorn.

Sam shot her an offended look. “Jim Carrey is a classic.”

Steve was sulking in an armchair at the other end of the room. “I still vote Babes in Toyland,” he grumbled.

“Okay one, that definitely sounds like a porno,” Tony scoffed at him, “and two, that’s just because it’s the only one old enough for you to remember.”

“Hey,” Steve shot back, “I have the right to nostalgia just as much as the rest of you.”

“What about It’s a Wonderful Life or Miracle on 34th Street?” Bruce suggested. “Those have gotta be from your era, right?” He glanced up at the ceiling for confirmation.

“It’s a Wonderful Life, directed by Frank Capra, was released in 1946,” FRIDAY informed. “Miracle on 34th Street, directed by Les Mayfield, was released in 1947.”

Steve sighed and shook his head. “I was frozen in ‘45.”

“Ah.” Bruce winced. “Sorry.”

“Okay, I say we let the kid pick,” Tony declared over the chatter. “What do you say, Pete?” he asked, turning towards the unusually quiet teenager at the other end of the sofa.

Peter seemed caught off guard. “Oh. Um, I dunno…” He shrugged and shifted position, pulling his legs up and tucking his knees to the side. “I’m good with whatever.”

“C’mon, you gotta have some preference,” Tony pressed.

“I guess…I mean, the Grinch is always good. Or Christmas Vacation, maybe?” Peter suggested.

“Oh man, how did I forget about the Griswold family?” Clint exclaimed. “I’m changing my vote.”

“I’m down,” Sam agreed. “Exploding turkeys, insufferable relatives, electrocuted cats...what’s not to love?”

X

It turned out Clint could more or less quote the whole movie, and did so under his breath for the first five minutes solid until Nat threatened to silence him in a rather unsavory way. They were all much quieter after that.

The movie was amusing as always, but Tony was a little distracted. Peter kept shifting around on the sofa, only giving half-hearted laughs at the funny scenes. For the most part, his lips were pressed together tightly.

Tony frowned and leaned over to whisper at him. “You alright, kid?”

All traces of discomfort disappeared from Peter’s face as he quickly flashed his mentor a smile. “Yeah, of course.”

When they got to the swimming pool scene, Tony jokingly tossed a throw blanket over the kid’s head, blocking his view of the screen.

“Aw c’mon!” Peter complained, his voice a little muffled by the blanket. “It’s PG-13. You don’t even see anything.”

“No minors will be viewing sideboob under my roof, kiddo,” Tony declared.

Natasha smirked at him. “The hypocrisy is rampant.”

“Nah, I’m with Stark on this one,” Clint said. “Kid’s got plenty of time for that later.”

Wanda rolled her eyes. “You two are such dads.”

Still comically covered by the blanket, Peter got to his feet. “I’ll just use this opportunity to go to the bathroom,” he mumbled. “Enjoy your sideboob, everyone.”

The team snorted in laughter as the blanket-clad figure shuffled out of the living room.

X

When twenty minutes passed and Peter still hadn’t returned, Tony was starting to get antsy. Finally, he slipped off the couch and headed out to the hallway.

Upon discovering that the closest bathroom was unoccupied, he paused. “FRIDAY, where’s the kid?” he asked.

“Peter is currently in his bedroom,” the AI replied.

Tony’s brow furrowed. He’d just been teasing the kid about the sideboob thing—he honestly didn’t give a shit if Peter watched PG-13 or even R rated scenes for that matter. But maybe calling Peter out in front of a group of his literal heroes had embarrassed him more than Tony thought.

Figuring an apology was probably in order, he made his way up to Peter’s room. Technically, it was one of the guest bedrooms, but Peter stayed in it so often that it had morphed into his own space.

When Tony got there, he saw that the door was just slightly ajar. Through the gap, he could see Peter sprawled out face down on top of the bed, arms circled around his pillow which he was clutching to his stomach. His head was tilted away from the doorway so Tony only saw the back of it.

Tony hesitated a second before rapping the back of his knuckles against the door. “Hey kid? You planning on coming back?”

Peter pulled his head up and turned towards the doorway. Seeing his mentor, he immediately pushed himself up to sit up on the bed against the headboard. “Oh, sorry!” he gasped. “You didn’t pause the movie for me, right? Because you can totally keep playing it.”

Tony pushed the door open further and stepped inside. “They’re still watching, don’t worry,” he assured. “But you disappeared on us. What’s going on?”

Peter glanced down at the bedspread and shrugged. “Just got kinda tired. Wanted to lay down.”

Tony frowned as he moved closer to the bed. “Too tired to sit on a couch and watch a movie?” he questioned. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Peter mumbled back, but his stomach cut him off with an angry-sounding growl. A grimace flashed across his features and Peter snaked an arm around his middle.

It was a gesture Tony knew all too well. He blinked at the kid. “You have a stomach ache.” It was a statement, not a question.

Peter gave him a sheepish look.

Tony blinked again. “Why the fuck do you have a stomach ache?” he demanded.

“Uh...sorry?” Peter mumbled.

“No, I didn’t mean-” Tony cut himself off with a frustrated sigh. “I just don’t get it. Nothing you ate should have had dairy, so why is this happening?”

Peter gave a half-laugh. “Welcome to my world, Mr. Stark.” He hugged the pillow back to his obviously cramping stomach. “It's fine—I'm used it it. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve ordered soy milk in drinks at Starbucks and got regular milk instead.” He shrugged. “Now I just get that iced tea lemonade thing when I go there.”

“This is unbelievable,” Tony muttered irritably. “FRIDAY, call up the catering company. I want to speak to their manager. Now.”

“No, no, it’s okay!” Peter said quickly. “You don’t have to get anyone in trouble! I’m sure it was just an accident.”

“No, they can’t get away with this shit,” Tony argued, the feeling of righteous anger rising in him. “If they’re gonna advertise their menu as dairy-free, it better be fucking dairy-free! I mean, what if you were someone who had an actual dairy allergy instead of an intolerance?” he demanded. “Then we’d be talking about anaphylactic shock, not an upset stomach. This is serious, Peter—they have to be held responsible.”

Peter rubbed a hand at the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, so about that...”

“What?”

“Um…I wasn’t gonna tell you, but if you’re gonna yell at someone—” Peter steeled himself with a breath. “It might not be totally their fault?”

Tony narrowed his eyes at the kid. “What did you do?”

If possible, Peter looked even more uncomfortable. “Uh… it wasn’t really me either…” He glanced up at the ceiling nervously. “I was kinda checking with FRIDAY before you got here to see what might have gone wrong and it turns out this place has two different specialized menus you can order from.”

“Right.” Tony nodded slowly. He was well aware of that. “One is dairy-free, and the other is gluten-free. I ordered off the dairy-free one.”

Peter’s stomach grumbled again and he pressed a hand to it with a wince. “Yeah, so, the two menus have pretty similar sounding stuff…”

Realization suddenly dawned on Tony. “Oh my god,” he muttered, a sick feeling coming over him. “Tell me I didn’t…”

“No no, not everything!” Peter cut in. He gave a humorless laugh. “Trust me, Mr. Stark, I would be like, on the bathroom floor, praying for god to just finish the job if that were the case.”

That image didn’t make Tony feel even remotely better. He squeezed shut his eyes and pressed his fist to them. “Which dishes did I order wrong?”

“Just um… just the cheesecake,” Peter mumbled. His stomach grumbled again. “And like, also maybe the cannolis?”

Guilt flooded through Tony. “Great. Fantastic.” He huffed out a sigh. “I fucking poisoned you.”

“No, no it was an accident!” Peter said quickly. “And it was probably my fault anyway—I should have known there was no way that gloriousness was made of tofu,” he said with a half laugh.

Tony ran a hand over his face. With all the shit he usually gave the kid about eating things he knew would make him sick, knowing that for once Tony was the reason for Peter’s current suffering made him feel terrible. “God, kid, I’m so sorry.”

“It's fine! I wasn’t even gonna tell you because I knew you’d feel bad but then you found me and…” Suddenly Peter paled and hopped off the bed. “Um, I gotta go, be right back.”

“Pete, I swear I’m gonna make this up to you,” Tony called after the kid as he headed for the en suite bathroom. “Christmas is in five days and I am an actual billionaire, so dream big kiddo!”

Peter threw a mock salute in Tony’s direction as he scurried off. Just as he got to the door, he looked back and locked eyes with his mentor. “It was really good cheesecake, Mr. Stark,” he said sincerely.

As soon as the door was shut behind him, Tony let out another sigh and muttered at the ceiling, “FRIDAY, get my Audi dealer on the phone. Tell him I’ve got a rush order.”

Read Part 4 of the Lactose Intolerant Peter series

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Sugar and Spice - Jackson (M)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader (female) Word Count: 3,920 Genre: Soulmate AU, Fluff, Smut Rating: (M) - NSFW - sex, language Summary: A trip to your local fair is a tradition amongst your friends. This year, your love of competition and all things spicy leads you to compete in the Pepper Eating Contest. And while you don’t even come close to winning, meeting your soulmate proves to be the ultimate prize.

↳ Oneshot as part of The Inevitability of You with @kpop-wetdreams and @yehet-me-up <3

“Come on, guys! We’re going to miss it!” You yell back to your friends who are just barely keeping up with your running pace. You weave through the crowds of people, bumping shoulders with strangers as you force your way to the stage at the front of the crowd.

The pepper eating contest is a favorite at your local fair, always drawing large crowds of onlookers as they watch a group of people suffer through various types of peppers, each getting hotter and hotter as they go. As an avid spice lover, you’ve always wanted to join, but nerves and timing always got in the way.

Not this year.

This year you secure a spot amongst the group of 15 contestants, and whether you win or not, you’re just excited to finally be doing it. The challenge itself is more than worth it; the prize money is just an added bonus, should you win.

You find the host, and he signs you in, handing you a badge with a number on it and take your place at the far end of the table. You’re one of the last to arrive, and soon after you sit, the MC is beginning the show.

He explains the rules as several stagehands fill up the cups in front of each contestant with milk. It’s simple, really. The heat index of the pepper will go up with each round. Those that throw up or drink their milk are disqualified. The final person standing wins the money.

Steeling yourself, you grin at the loud cheering of your friends in the crowd. It’s a silly thing, you know, but you’re excited, veins pumping with adrenaline, and the fact that your friends are here with you makes it even better.

“Alright contestants, up first… the Padron!”

The pepper goes down easy, the heat lingering on your tongue just enough. No one taps out, and they move onto the next one: the Dutch Green chili pepper.

Again, no one taps out. Not until round 4, then again at 5, 6 and 7. Your mouth is on fire. The milk in front of you is so tempting, and your hand twitches on the table. Face red and tears already drying on your cheeks, you hold your resolve.

The Scotch Bonnet does you in.

You gag once before tossing the remaining bit of the pepper into the trash bag and grabbing for your cup of milk, downing it quickly in hopes of killing the raging fire that is your mouth. The MC announces your withdrawal, as well as another contestant. You take your walk of shame gladly and meet up with your friends, but as soon as you reach them, your stomach takes a dive.

Sighing in defeat, you hand one of them your cup. “Alright, well, I’m gonna go puke now. I’ll see you in a bit.”

They look after you, mildly horrified at how calm you are. You had expected this. Maybe not the puking, but an upset stomach, of course. This was a lot of heat all at once, and as much as you loved all things spicy, your stomach couldn’t handle this much.

10 minutes later, you’re feeling much better, albeit your mouth is still on fire. After wiping the running mascara from your cheeks, you head back to the stage, where your friend greets you with an ice cream cone. While the flavor does nothing for you - thanks to your missing sweet taste receptors - the dairy in it provides much-needed relief to your tongue.

You idly lick at the creamy substance while your friends' chatter, when a sudden burst of applause catches your attention.

“Give it up to this year’s champion, Jackson Wang!” The MC announces excitedly to the roaring crowd.

Brows shoot up at the unfamiliar name. He wasn’t last years winner or even a runner-up. Quickly, you rush to the front of the stage where he’s making his way down the stairs to join some friends, big, fake check in his hand, looking completely unphased - as if he hadn’t just ingested 15 of the world’s hottest peppers.

As you gaze at him in wonder, he turns and catches your gaze, and there’s a sudden shift. You pause your action, tongue mid-lick, and pull a face. Looking down at the cone, you wonder if the milk’s gone sour. Though, it doesn’t taste sour… With wide eyes, you look up, only to find the contest winner - Jackson - gripping his friend’s arm, nearly doubling over as his face turns red.

You’re shocked, to say the least. This isn’t anything you thought finding your soulmate would be like. And boy, had you thought up some scenarios. None of them included your soulmate vomiting at your feet.

Shoving the cone in your friend’s hand, you walk over to him, ignoring his friends’ confused and worried stares.

“You’re my soulmate.” You state to him, and he coughs, whining. You cannot believe this. “You couldn’t taste the spice.”

“Yeah, he’s never had this kind of-”

“You cheated.” Interrupting Jackson’s friend, you glare down at him, arms crossed.

Jackson looks up from his hunched over position and shakes his head wildly, bringing a finger to his lips. He coughs again, hand clutching his stomach, and his friend tries to stand him up straight.

“I think I’m dying,” he groans, voice gravelly from the irritation. “Oh, god. I’m gonna die.”

“Well, maybe that’s the consequence of using your soulmate impairment to cheat!”

“Shhh, don’t say that too lo-” And he groans again, whimpering into his friend's shoulder. “Is this how it feels for everyone? Why do people eat spicy things?”

Jackson’s friend chuckles and shakes his head. “You ate like, a shit ton of peppers, dude. Of course, you feel like you’re dying. Well, I mean, now you do, thanks to…”

You’re almost too busy judging the ever-loving crap out of your supposed soulmate that you don’t realize he’s talking to you. Brows raise in confusion briefly, before you get it.

“Y/N.” You give a shy smile to his friend, a quick quirk of your lips, before flicking your gaze back to Jackson. Humming, you grab your ice cream back and offer it to Jackson, who’s brows bunch together in confusion. “You eat it.”

He glares at you before grabbing it and giving it a tentative lick. You roll your eyes.

“I’m not sick or anything.”

A few more licks seem to help his burning mouth, and he lightens up a bit, but his stomach is still angry with him, and he pouts like a child. You can’t help but find it a little cute. Just a little, though.

“You should probably go home,” his friend suggests, and you nod in agreement. “Want me to get you an uber?”

“What? No, I can take him home,” you say, and you surprise yourself at your sudden willingness to help out this total stranger - soulmate or not.

“You don’t have to,” Jackson tells you, but you shake your head.

“It’s okay. I don’t feel all that great either. We can suffer together. That’s what all this soulmate stuff is about anyway, right?” You ask with a grin.

Jackson’s face softens from the pout, and he grins back, agreeing to go with you.

The two of you say goodbye to your friends, who either seem happy to be able to stay behind and enjoy the fair or happy to pair you off alone together; you can’t decide which it is more, though. The car ride to his place is mostly silent as he leans against your passenger side window, aside from the directions he gives you. This gives you time to really assess what’s going on.

You’ve found your soulmate.

You’ve found him, and his name is Jackson Wang, and he cheats at pepper eating contests. Well, he used to, that is.

There isn’t a whole lot out there, science-wise, about soulmates. It’s all so new - the research, that is - so there are new discoveries being made all the time. For instance, you had thought proximity was the key to unlocking one’s inability, however, it seemed to happen to you and Jackson the moment you locked eyes.

Sneaking a glance over at him, you see his eyes are closed. You take a moment to admire his profile. He’s actually quite gorgeous, you finally take note, as your eyes flit between him and the road. There’s a blossoming tightness in your chest, nothing like anything you’ve ever felt, and you wonder if it’s because of him. If this is what the soulmate bond does to you. You want nothing more than to know everything about him, every part of him. You want a closeness with him you’ve never wanted before, and it scares you, how much you’re suddenly willing to rush into… something, everything with him.

When you pull up to his apartment, you help him up and inside. Behind closed doors, the pull to him is so much, it’s almost impossible to breathe. You wonder if he’s feeling the same way, or if his discomfort is in the way.

“Do you have any Pepto Bismol? It’ll help your stomach,” you say almost distractedly as your eyes scan his apartment.

Jackson shakes a bottle of tablets, pulling your attention to him as he grins. “Way ahead of you.”

You breathe out a laugh and shake your head. There’s a silence between you both, but it’s not awkward. Jackson looks at you like he’s got a million questions, and he’s ready to ask them, opening his mouth, but he promptly shuts it and groans.

Poor thing.

“I should… let you get some rest.”

You hold back a laugh, watching him run into the other room. This should be embarrassing. You should feel awkward and weird and grossed out, but you don’t. Shaking your head, you bite your lip and turn to leave, before remembering something. Finding a pen on the kitchen counter, you scribble your number on one of the bills sitting there. He’s bound to see it.

As your leaving, your stomach gurgles, and you wince. You should regret having eaten as many peppers as you did, but as you glance back at his apartment door, you think it’s totally worth the trouble.

One week.

One whole week since you last saw Jackson, last spoke to him, first met him.

He didn’t call you like you had hoped. Did he not feel what you did? Did he not feel the attraction, the immediate pull to you that you felt towards him? Did he not like your personality, or maybe something you said?

Maybe he was embarrassed? That’s completely understandable, given the way you both met, but even then, how could he live with the gut-wrenching feeling you currently were? It only got worse as the days passed, and you wondered if this was what the rest of your life would be like, should you never see him again.

You had googled as much as you could, trying to find others who felt the same. There were several blogs of people who lost their soulmates, ranging from death to simply never finding them after having been exposed to them in some way. The feelings they had were similar to those you were currently experiencing. Honestly, it was the worst feeling imaginable. You felt as if a part of you was missing. And it was.

Sweets became dull and bland once again. But it wasn’t the flavor you missed - no, it turns out sweetness is a taste you could live without, the overt sweetness too much for your liking - it was the boy that brought that distaste to life.

It wasn’t long before your sadness turned to anger. Before the anxiety in your chest became a permanent thing, squeezing the very breath out of you. This was torture, and it was all because of Jackson Wang, your supposed soulmate.

Soulmate, my ass, you think as you stab into the chunk of meat.

Lifting the fork to your lips, you place it in your mouth, immediately glaring at the flavorful spicy heat that engulfs your tongue. Well, this was your favorite dish. Now, though, you can’t seem to take another bite. It only serves as a reminder. It only makes you think of him.

You toss the meal away in the garbage with a huff, deciding that you hate Jackson Wang.

One week and one day after you meet your soulmate, you meet him again.

You’re still shocked this time around, albeit, much less so. Your eyes go wide when you spot him walking into the coffee shop, and when you lock eyes, his face lights up. Hastily, you look away, but it’s too late. He’s bounding over to you like a puppy, and you hate that your heart is beating too fast and your stomach is doing flips. There’s no one in line behind you, so Jackson sidles up to you, and you hear him let out an excited huff of air.

“I didn’t think I’d ever find you again,” he tells you, and you roll your eyes, scanning the menu behind the counter.

It’s sad, really, that you can feel Jackson’s pout without even looking at him. It’s like you know so much about him already, and yet there’s a lifetime of things to learn still.

...No.

“I feel so stupid and embarrassed about last week. That’s definitely not… how I pictured our meeting, but-”

“I’d like a french vanilla soy latte with no foam, please.”

The barista smiles and takes your money, and without letting Jackson finish, you move to the other end of the counter to wait for your coffee. It’s always been your favorite, despite not tasting the flavor. Whatever flavor it actually tasted like didn’t matter, really, but it wasn’t bitter, and that’s all you needed.

The barista turns to Jackson, who is currently looking longingly over at you while you do your best to ignore him. It’s hard, though, with him so close. He’s 5 feet away, but you swear you can smell his cologne. Your fingers itch to reach out and touch him, brush your thumb across his lips, press yourself against his body as you find his most vulnerable spots.

Jaw clenching, you give a tight-lipped smile to the barista who hands you your coffee cup, and you thank her, turning to walk away.

“Y/N! Wait, where are you-”

“Why didn’t you call me?” You swing around to face him, so abruptly that he skids to a stop less than a foot away from you. He’s too close now, you think, as you look up at him. You can see the beginnings of stumble across his chin, and the dark chocolate of his eyes. It was all you could do not to lean closer.

Jackson looks put off by this question. He narrows his eyes in confusion, head tilting to the side, and it’s hard to remember you hate him when he’s so cute.

“I didn’t have your number,” Jackson says softly, and now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes.

“I wrote it on one of your bills on the counter. It was pretty out in the open.”

Jackson’s brows raise before he bites his lip. “I may have thrown those out.” And as if he’s expecting you to be angry, he quickly adds, “I do everything online! I’m sorry! I knew they had been taken care of, so I tossed them.” A hand comes to rub the back of his neck, and he looks down shyly. “God, I’m so stupid.”

Eyes still narrowed at him, you bring the coffee cup to your lips and take a sip. Immediately, the overwhelming sweetness hits you, and you groan. Jackson looks up and quirks a brow.

Muttering, you glare down at the coffee you once loved so much, then up at Jackson. Handing the cup to him, you fold your arms and sigh. “Yeah, you are stupid.”

Jackson’s eyes move from you to the cup and back, and he nods, waiting for you to continue.

“But I guess we really are soulmates because that’s way too sweet for me. What do you say you make it up to me with another coffee and we try this whole thing again?”

The smile Jackson gives you is radiant and infectious as he nods excitedly and takes your hand, walking you both back to the register. You grin back at him, watching him as he orders something, and when he brings it to you, you find that it’s a perfect balance of sweet and bitter, and your heart flutters just a bit more.

Biological soulmates are a very weird and confusing concept, and even weirder and more confusing when it’s more than that. When it’s real life, and you have to discuss things like “do we start dating right away?”, “is it weird to start getting too comfortable so soon?”, “should we wait to have sex, or…?”.

While it feels a little bit awkward at first, ultimately, you and Jackson just let things happen naturally. And in the following weeks of you both getting to know each other, you notice how easy everything is. How easy it is to talk about everything and anything, how easy it is to feel comfortable around each other, how easy it is to flirt and tease.

When you aren’t together, you’re either texting or Facetiming. You start spending time at each other’s houses, just movie nights and dinners at first, which turns into staying over and waking up in each other’s arms. You kiss lightly, tentatively, for the first few weeks, before it’s too much. The burning desire building within you threatens to boil over and take control, and you honestly don’t know how you’ve managed to hold back for this long.

Jackson seems to feel the same way.

It’s a typical evening for you both. You’re lounging on your couch, reading on your phone, while he finishes cleaning up in the kitchen. You’re so engrossed in the article you’re reading that you don’t hear him coming. He flops next to you on the couch and lays his head in your lap, and your hand automatically goes to play with him. You hear his contented sigh, and you smile softly.

“What’re you reading?” He asks, looking up at you with large doe eyes.

“Mark Tuan’s newest research article. You know, that super young biologist that’s research biological soulmates?”

Jackson hums with interest. “Neat. What’s it about?”

“Well, he’s found his soulmate, so he’s been able to add a lot of personal experiences into the research. It’s just so… fascinating.”

“Oh, yeah?” He sits up, your hand falling into your lap, and presses against your side. Instinctively, you lean into him, letting him cuddle against you. But as soon as you feel his lips on your skin, all interest in the article vanishes.

“You’re fascinating,” he mumbles against your skin. Suddenly, it feels a hundred degrees hotter in the room.

His lips are soft against your neck, pressing lightly from below your jaw down to your collarbone. His teeth graze over your skin there, and you sigh, setting your phone down on the couch beside you. One of your hands moves to rest on his thigh as he continues his mild assault, each press of his lips becoming more haste, more heated. He bites and suckles at the tender flesh, and you know there will be marks in the morning, but you can’t seem to care right now.

Turning, you capture his lips in a quick change of control. For weeks you’ve been holding back, trying to push down the absolute need to feel him flush against you. Jackson seems taken aback momentarily until he catches up and kisses back with just as much force. This kiss is different from others. You can feel the surrender in both of your actions, the complete abandonment of any morals or promises you had as he cups your chin and brings you closer to him.

Sitting up on your knees, you swing one leg over his thighs and straddle his waist, and Jackson takes no time in grabbing your hips to pull you towards his, grinding into your pelvis with a low groan. He’s already half-hard, and you have a feeling it won’t take much longer. For either of you. You can feel how drenched you are, and it shouldn’t shock you the quick reaction your body has for him. You are soulmates, after all. Made for each other.

And it certainly feels that way when he has you pinned to your mattress, thrusting into you at a near-violent pace - and it feels like nothing you’ve felt before. Sex has never been this good, this perfect, this mind-blowingly incredible.

He has you cumming within minutes, and it’s not typical of you to cum without clitoral stimulation, but Jackson manages to do it. And not once, but twice before he even worries about himself.

“Jackson,” you whine after your second orgasm, tugging at his hair to bring his lips to yours, and you take his lower lip between your teeth. You take the opportunity to flip him onto his back, grinding yourself against his dick. Jackson groans, bucking against you, and you smile coyly at him.

“Come for me, baby,” you command him, continuing to grind your sensitive core against him, already slick with your cum. Jackson grips your hips, fingers digging into your skin, nails leaving crescent moons as he thrusts against you once, twice, a third time before he releases onto his stomach.

You slow your movement as he shudders against you, and double over, careful of the mess, lazily kissing his neck, his jaw, and then his lips. His arms wrap behind your back to pull you flush against him, and you grimace, while he laughs against your mouth.

There’s a comfortable silence as you both catch your breaths, basking in the afterglow of the most amazing sex you’ve ever had. And it isn’t even about the sex, you realize, staring into his eyes. It’s about the bond between soulmates. It’s about the magnetic pull you have towards one another, in every way imaginable. It’s about the way he shows you he loves you, even in the first moments of getting to know you.

It isn’t long before it gets uncomfortably sticky, and you peel yourself away from him, standing beside the bed, your hand held out for him. Jackson smiles and takes it, getting out of bed and following you to the shower.

He shows you his love for you again and again. In the shower, in the way he dries your hair when you’re done, in the way he cuddles against you, rubbing soft circles into your back, in the way he cooks you breakfast in the morning.

Jackson shows his love for you in every way he can, and you return it without hesitance. You’ve never done something effortlessly in your life, and you never question for a moment if he’s absolutely the one.

After a year of dating, you receive a letter in the mail. Your eyes light up when you see the familiar logo of the soulmate DNA testing center, and you begin reading, heart pounding against your chest.

It’s real. It’s so real. It’s biologically meant to be.

“Jackson-!” As you turn to tell him the good news, you find him on one knee, a small box in his hand holding a bright ring, almost as bright as your future together.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! I’m so sorry about the wait. Life kept getting in the way, but it’s here! Be sure to check out the entire series! <3 Scan credit: @jr_ram_n94922

xoxo,Tyler

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Soup-Base Fiasco

I don't know if it was something I ate or a 24h bug or something, but yesterday and a little before that I had the worst upset stomach I think I've ever had outside of legit food poisoning.

I'm thinking it had something to do with a soup-base a family member attempted to cook with. They've recently become fascinated by the soup-base sold in packets at Asian grocers. The kind that's super, super concentrated and recommends adding 3L+ of water or something too dilute the flavour base into soup (often for hot-pot or whatever). Yeah...this family member definitely did not dilute the base (enough) so I've got a sneaking suspicion that the soup-base has been wreacking havok in my guts. Way, way too much sodium burning through my intestines like a leech or something?

I'm not a fan of the byproducts of stomach-upsets (the stuff that comes out of either end). I'm okay with vomit as part of this fascination, to an extent...but stuff involving the other end of the digestive tract is something I really don't want to talk about on this blog because it's not my cup of tea. That being said...yeah...this round of stomach-upset definitely involved me cleaning more than one pair of underwear thanks to my guts not being able to hold anything in.

We had the questionable soup-base on Tuesday. I had initially planned to kink on Wednesday, having bought a bottle of pre-made coffee (with milk) and had plans to chug it first thing in the morning on an empty stomach. I woke up Wednesday to the queasiest stomach I can remember ever having, and having to basically immediately clean myself up. So I scrapped the kink plan and planned to fast or whatever until the queasiness went away. Unfortunately, another family member had different ideas and wanted to hit the town, go out for groceries, and have a greasy lunch followed by bubble-tea from a place that's great, but has proven to upset my stomach (I think they use a kind of milk in their drinks my stomach really doesn't like).

Not wanting the family member to come back with more questionable soup-base packets, I tagged along to groceries to try and get them to buy our normal items and ensure nothing too questionable wound up in the cart. I was rubbing my stomach the entire time, being in public be damned. My stomach was beyond upset--it was churning and burbling the whole time and I was constantly praying not to have an accident in public.

Lunch ended up being pizza so greasy it was literally dripping (yes, literally, not figuratively--thing was dripping orange-y oil the entire time) along with a large ice-cream serving that someone else in our group insisted on sharing. Grease and dairy on an already imploding stomach...I was terrified.

I ended up skipping dinner. Not on purpose. I spent the whole day wary over my queasy, churning, extremely upset belly (particularly my intestines). I spent hours debating what to make for dinner, wanting something that could settle my stomach. By the time I realized it, it was close to 3AM and I still hadn't eaten anything since the pizza...about 13 hours prior. I ended up opting for sleep because I'd developed a headache at some point as well. I fell asleep with my brain running in a loop, caught between “food might settle your stomach” and “headache--sleep might make it go away”.

I woke up about 5 hours later. My stomach still feels kind of upset, but I'm also starting to feel really, really hungry.

[omgkittymonster-blog]

KAT'S KETO STARTER GUIDE

a quick guide to starting keto easily and without worries!

⦁ intro ⦁ science ⦁ myths and misconceptions

⦁ breakfast ⦁ lunch ⦁ dinner ⦁ snacks ⦁ food list CHEAT SHEET:

⦁ intermittent fasting ⦁ what to do when you go out to eat ⦁ what to drink and when

⦁ "carb cycling", cheat days, and how tos: ⦁ things to avoid that are a waste of money

INTRODUCTION TO KETO Keto is an amazing diet and/or lifestyle that when paired with multiple other forms of healthy choices can be a quick way to lose a few pounds or a healthy way to live longterm allowing you to still enjoy life without estranging yourself from your friends and family.  It is very flexible and people that stick to keto find themselves in love with it and raving about their success, as long as they gave it the proper chance! I myself lost ten pounds the first week I did strict keto and I knew then I was hooked!

SCIENCE BEHIND KETO AND WHY IT WORKS The common american diet is very high in sugar, carbs, unhealthy fats, caffeine, sodium, etc. This recipe is a disaster waiting to happen, heart disease, obesity, cancers, diabetes, among a plethora of other terrible life stealing diseases that effect millions of americans. Whether you do a low carb, or low calorie, or low red meat and fat diet, the idea remains the same.  Reduce calorie intake vs output, avoid foods that cause inflamations or gastro-intestinal upsets, and eat filling whole foods that offer a lot of nutrient density. Now, the reason that keto works so good is the science behind the diet: When you reduce the amount of sugar (glucose)  your body intakes, which is its normal source of fuel, it panics, uses what it has, burns glycogen which is stored in the liver and muscles, and finally switches your body to KETONES (which burns FATS for fuel instead).  When your body is in Ketosis, it will burn your body fat and consumed fats for energy, to do normal body functions.  This sounds like a miracle, and I can honestly say it is.  Most average americans have anywhere from a 20%-50% body fat ratio, men usually on the lower end of that, where anything over 30% is usually considered overweight.   That being said, most people have a lot of fuel to burn that they would never have burned if they were eating a large amount of carbohydrates that the body prefers to burn first.  You literally have your own fuel just waiting to go, and you will feel awesome when you see the fat melting off your tummy, thighs, back, face.  :D

Myths and Misconceptions When I first started keto I thought I could eat as many hot dogs, burgers, chicken wings, ranch dressings, etc as I could stuff in my face.   Truth be told you can, but your body will be severely lacking vitamins and minerals that you need to be healthy so I would suggest making sure to vary your diet, always include a healthy fat (example: salmon, avocado, macadamia nuts) and lots of greens whenever possible.  If you absolutely cannot, taking a high nutrient density multi vitamin is really smart, as well as looking into electrolyte mixes or supplements. People will try to bully you or shame you for not eating "just one this" or "you have to try a bite" and after a little while, you absolutely can! But during the first month or so, til you become "fat adapted" it is best to be as diligent as possible, and you will be really proud of the results. Not all fats are created equal:  While dirty keto does exist and sometimes is necessary, try to remember that quality of your fuel will always dictate how you feel.  Will you feel better after a slice of greasy pizza or a big salad with lots of veggies and roasted turkey? Easy concept. You don't have to starve yourself.  This was the hardest part for me to learn at first.  Keto foods are filling, yummy, and full of flavor, so eat til you're about comfortably full and give the fork a rest.  You'll find you're sated for many hours! Not all people get the keto flu.  Some adapt to eating high fat really well with minimal issues.  If you are feeling dizzy, lightheaded, or stomach sick, make sure you have plenty of water and if you need to, have a shot of pickle juice or a sprinkle of salt in your water.  Vitamin water ZERO is also a decent way to get electrolytes without having to spend a lot on a supplement.  I'd avoid zero sugar gatorade though, the sweetener in it is sucralose which is bad for ketosis.

NOW TO THE FUN PART: THE FOOD! I do most of my shopping at a normal grocery store, and most of the things I mention can be bought at meijer, target, walmart, or whatever your local chain is. Buy organic if you want! But it isnt necessary.  Meats and dairy foods are best when bought all natural or organic if possible.  Look for words like grass finished, or pasture raised.

Breakfast ideas: Omelets - add whatever meats veggies and cheeses from list fit your choosing Cauliflower "hash" - sautee pieces of cauliflower with meats, veggies, top with cheese and let it melt :D keto "cereal" - 2 cups unsweetened coconut, sprinkle with cinnamon, stevia, coconut oil, pecans, macadamia nuts, whatever.  bake two minutes per side around 375 til toasted.  cool and serve with unsweetened hemp, oat, almond or soy milk and fresh berries if you want! Chorizo and eggs with avocado and sour cream - they do make turkey chorizo too! or make your own by adding hot sauce and spices to ground turkey.  :3 "Two Good" Makes a super low carb yogurt that tastes amazing  - i eat it with berries or a "Quest" brand protein cookie for breakfast! Chia pudding - 2 T. chia seeds, milk substitute or water, stevia, and whatever flavor you want to add! Peanut butter, cocoa powder for PB cup,  raspberry/almond,  blueberry/pecan.  Chill overnight, awesome grab and go Egg muffins  - mix up eggs like youd be making scrambled eggs, add some ricotta or cottage cheese (full fat only), add toppings, bake for 5-10 mins til middle is set (use a tooth pick).  Can freeze and pop in microwave or last a week in the fridge.  I like mine with pesto and mozzarella with tomato on top.

Lunch ideas: La tortilla factory low carb wrap "blt" - these tortillas are amazing and come in many sizes.  If you cant find those, find any brand that says "low carb" - look for net carbs under 6 for best choices.  Add avocado, turkey bacon, mayo if desired, lettuce, tomato, peppers, etc.  Eat with cheese chips (recipe in snacks) Soups:  Creamy chicken chili, broccoli cheese (substitute heavy cream and broth in place for milk in recipes) bone broth veggie soups (imagine PHO or Ramen with no noodles!) MAKE A BIG ASS SALAD WITH WHATEVER MEATS AND CHEESE AND VEGGIES YOU WANT   (that are safe on the list ofc) this is what i do a lot, and i put the dressing on the side so i can just munch on it throughout the day without it getting soggy.   If you find yourself picking certain parts out of your salad right away, try to focus on those more until your body is craving other things.  Some days i eat my meats right away, others i eat all my veggies.  Your body often tells you what you need without even realizing. If you're a grazer make a fruit and nut tray, or "lunchables" almost. There is a recipe for whats called CLOUD BREAD. It's basically like a fluffy meringue that is made with cream cheese and eggs. I dont make it a lot, I almost always would rather have those wraps.  They're that good and last longer :D Try to keep things with you that you know you will eat, rather than things you think you're supposed to eat, because cold fish sounds disgusting vs that yummy five piece chicken tender with hot sauce. >_>

Dinner Ideas: Dinner is my forte because for a long time I was doing OMAD keto, aka "One meal a day keto" where I would fast until dinner every day, except for coffee, tea and water.  During these times I dreamt up many cheat meals that I JUST HAD TO HAVE and went home and keto-ized em.  If there's a will there's a way, bahahaha. OMAD is not recommended at the start of ketosis because you may feel low on energy or dizzy sometimes and we want to avoid bad feelings during initiation so when you see the success you have you won't have a negative feeling as to why it happened.

LITERALLY IMAGINE YOUR FAVORITE DINNER. Whatever you're craving.  You can hack it. We got this.   Chinese/Take out? Easy mode.  You can make stir fries, fried cauliflower rice, sweet and sour chicken (using parmesan for a crust!), peanut "noodles" or "zoodles", egg foo young, etc! American: Wings, burgers, brats/sausages, grilled chicken, etc - most cook out foods in whole form are totally safe. Pair with grilled veggies or a salad, or make a pasta salad from zoodles with homemade italian dressing.  YUMMMM bish Italian: Low carb tomato sauces and "noodles", Fat head Pizza (link to fat head dough recipe will be at bottom.  This shit is dope.  I never even liked pizza before this).  Chicken Parmesan, "Spaghetti and Meatballs", Lasagna: AND OMG GUESS WHAT. Alfredo is like totally fair game, and its really good with mushrooms and chicken. :P Mexican: HOLY FUCK I EAT THIS STUFF SO MUCH.  Like, pretty much everything but the chips and rice are totally gucci for keto.  Taco/Burrito bowls, fajitas, ceviche, salsa, avocado salad, guacamole, and for dipping I make cheese chips or thin slices of cucumber spritzed with chili lime and salt. Greek: Greek salad, schwarma, gyros (either without bread or use the low carb wraps), hemp seed "Falafel", tzatziki sauce, feta cheese, olives, etc. I have even made indian and thai curries, moroccan food, middle eastern We have made chicken tenders, french fries, chips, "nachos", fish fry, breaded mushrooms, mozz sticks, cheese curds.  All your craving foods! The internet is wonderful for this, just make sure you are paying close attention to how much a portion is, or if its higher in carbs than you're allowed for the day.

Above I posted a picture for a shopping list.

This is a nice shopping list but I find it is sort of strict.  Try to stick to these items to start but You can add in things like more nuts or avocados, almond and coconut flours (to make cakes and breads!), and higher starch veggies and fruits as time goes on.  I get down on some cantaloupe pretty often, and have a cupcake at least once a month.

Intermittent Fasting IF is typically considered an advance technique or body reset especially after big meal days or cheating, and while it has amazing health benefits, I would suggest you research it yourself and decide if it's right for you.  I had a lot of luck with it because I hate to keep track of my calories on an app so I knew if I ate whatever I could within a five to seven hour period that the chances that I would eat more than 1800 calories would go way down.   Each person is different, if you feel physically hungry, don't deny that feeling. Here is a link that describes and explains types of IF. https://www.healthline.com/nutrition/intermittent-fasting-guide#methods

What to do when you go out to eat We live in a time where many people eat low carb, or restaurants are very willing to wiggle with ingredients or substitutions.  Remember that nicer restaurants appreciate this less, but if you know that it will be happening, you can always call the restaurant and let them know in advance.  Many chefs are reasonable and want your business and willing to help. Always check the menu for words like, naked, ask for sauces on the side, try to stick to things that are usually safe, blue cheese, ranch, vinaigrettes, mayos.  When a dish comes with a carb side, most places will double up on steamed or grilled veg for very little extra or no charge.  I get steak with a literal dick ton of broccoli or asparagus and lotsa butter and its good and filling. :D Burgers can be put on top of a side salad , or ask for a lettuce wrap.  Make sure wings and chickens arent breaded before frying or baking.  Chinese restaurants usually have a section that has all the same ingredients but sauce on the side and veggies steamed, good for when you go out.  Egg drop soup is usually ok as long as you don't eat a gallon of it. If something comes that you really want, but can't have, just have one small bite and cover the rest of it with too much salt or ketchup or something than you can handle, or trade it away.  This will prevent you from eating it all. There's lots of options and understand that whenever you go out, there is a chance that you might slip out of ketosis.  Don't be discouraged because a small slip is a lot easier to deal with than a big one, and you will feel fine within 12 hrs.

What to drink and when Coffee, espresso, unsweetened teas, club soda or la croix like drinks with zero fake sugars added (look for aspartame, sucralose, dextrose, erythritol, etc), pure liquors with no added flavor or sugar (vodka, gin, whiskey, rum, tequila), dry red wine (cabernet, merlot) dry white wine (sauvignon blanc, brut champagne, pinot grigo, chardonnay).  Keep in mind that alcohol still contains a lot of calories and while it will not likely bump you out of ketosis, it does delay your body burning calories because it is too busy trying to destroy the evil alcohol from your bloodstream (dramatic music) so limiting intake in the first month really helps you to get in the swing and feel good and hydrated :P. Side Note: Ketal One makes new no sugar added Botanical Vodka and the Peach one and the cucumber mint one are fucking amazing, the end.

"Carb cycling" cheat days, and how to IF YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA CHEAT mentally prepare yourself for that.  Know what you want to eat, what isnt worth it, and how to stop yourself when you are done.  Ever been on a bender where you drank like three days in a row and by the end you're like dude wtf happened all I wanted was to drink friday night and now its sunday where did it go".  This has happened to me lots with holidays and special occasion weekends, and the best advice I have for you is to pay attention to how cheating makes you feel.  Don't feel guilty unless you feel bad for your progress or your body.  Sadly, potatoes make me feel like garbage so I try to avoid them like the plague even when I do cheat. Try to not eat for as long as you can handle after you cheat to allow your body some rest and to burn the glucose and glycogen that may be still in your system.  If you feel good enough some cardio or lifting may help to get you back in faster. Ultimately, if keto is a lifestyle for you, remember that life happens and its ok to be human, and eat things that are unhealthy as long as its not the normal.  Remind yourself that you deserve to be happy as well as healthy and balance that in your mind.  Being positive and recognizing this will help you to not fall off the deep end either way, by being too strict or completely abandoning keto, which often in the early phase will lead you to gaining all that weight you lost back. Carb cycling is a form of keto diet for athletes or very physical people who benefit from a quick carb before intense activity in order to feed their muscles or whatever but as I am not one of those people, I just stick to my higher carb fruits and veggies when I think I might go for a run or walk, or drag my ass down the road, whatever you'd like to call it. >_>

Things to avoid that are a waste of money Don't buy "exo ketones" or "Keto drinks" or powders, anything "bullet-proof" is basically bullshit, you can make the same things for zillions of dollars less and it will taste better as well. Keto urine strips are pretty much just a waste of money, they aren't really indicative of where you are at. Expensive "keto" supplements aren't necessary, take your multi and drink your electrolytes and you should be good to go.  Keep in mind if you are an intense athlete I am not so like talk to your doctor or coach dude.

[stosphiarecipehoard]

N’Ice Cream

I’m not going vegan, or vegetarian.

I LOVE my ice cream. But ice cream does not usually love me back. I’ve tried plant-milk ice creams and none of them have the same characteristics as dairy-based ice cream--in fact, almond-milk ice cream probably upset my stomach worse, for some reason, than dairy ice cream. Let’s not forget that where I currently live, plant-milk ice creams only come in very expensive pints, usually about five or six dollars, which is more than a pint of B&Js.

Then a couple years ago, I heard tell that there was an ice cream that could be made from a single ingredient: Just. Bananas. This was before I realized that dairy ice cream was upsetting my stomach.

Recently, banana-based ice cream popped back up on my radar. Bananas are cheap, and they’re fruit, so I decided to give it a shot.

I bought a crap-ton of bananas (for me, that means more than four; I think I bought like ten), and decided to try it the first way I found: Slice, freeze, blend.

That didn’t work. My partner took over, since they’re more familiar with the blender; they took over completely and made milk-shakes, using a lot of milk to help the blender. The second time, I tried on my own, using refrigerated bananas and froze the mixture without stirring. It wasn’t great, but now we’re heading in the right direction.

I wonder if next time I might do one of a handful of things:

A) Dice the bananas very small, and blend 1:1 with room temperature or refrigerated bananas and probably either a shot or two of coconut rum or some kind of milk.

B) Puree the bananas and freeze, dice, blend with either frozen or refrigerated diced bananas, and freeze again.

C) Puree the bananas and stir every hour until frozen.

So I’m probably going to run a few different varieties--I’m kind of excited about getting my hands on some frozen strawberries, maybe even expanding my non-dairy frozen dessert experiments. My partner is excited about the idea of mango-banana, so that’s one of the mixtures I’ll try out to keep us from getting sick of banana-based ice cream.

I’ll likely report back as I run my experiments.

[jiafding-blog]

Is milk a healthy necessity or an icing on the cake?

The benefits of drinking milk, I believe we have heard of, not only for the elderly and infirm of the elderly, but also suitable for newborn infants and young children, in short, anyone drinking milk, it should be said to be only advantages and disadvantages.

However, there is a rumor on the Internet that milk is really just an icing on the cake for adults. What is the fact? Please consult with the women's health network!

The caress of the beginning of life

Everyone begins to "milk" from the moment he is born. Once our young mouth sipping the mother's breast, learned from the precious milk nutrients required for physical development, through the process of breastfeeding started with her mother in an emotional connection; when the lack of milk, a variety of infant formula instead of breast milk role, help baby normal, healthy the growth of.

However, to a certain age stage, we began to add a food supplement for children, and gradually reduce the milk (whether breast milk or milk) ratio in the private sector, this process is called "weaning" -- rather than change the diet, rather, it is more like a farewell ceremony. A symbol of the baby grow into the next stage.

In a very long period of time, people think that only young children need milk. As a result, "milk" has become a noun associated with vulnerability in many contexts. In many places, people even used was "milk" to describe some cowardly, not strong enough mature adult. But in fact, whether it is children or adults, milk is an irreplaceable source of nutrition.

Now, with the spread of milk knowledge, we are beginning to realize the nutritional value of milk. But most people still do not develop the habit of drinking milk every day, because our body does not give us very clear hints. If you do not drink water, you will feel thirsty; if you do not eat, you will feel hungry. But don't drink milk? On the surface, it doesn't seem to have any effect on our health. Actually not.

Precious natural drink

In our country, because a considerable number of people regard milk as a dispensable food, the consumption of dairy products is seriously insufficient, which directly leads to a serious shortage of dietary calcium intake. Many nutritional surveys showed that the average daily intake of dietary calcium in Chinese residents was only about 400 mg, while the average dietary intake of calcium recommended by the WHO was 800 - 1200 mg.

Even in infants, children, adolescents, middle-aged and elderly, pregnant women and other people most in need of calcium, calcium intake is less than 60% of the standard. In addition to calcium deficiency will lead to rickets, osteomalacia, senile osteoporosis and other common diseases, but also affect the full development of bone to its proper level.

Why should drink milk calcium? This is not only because of the high calcium content in milk, is the best source of calcium is one of the 1 liters of fresh milk contains about 1250 milligrams of calcium, is about 101 times of the rice, lean beef, lean pork, 75 times 110 times; moreover, the lactose in milk can promote human intestinal calcium absorption, absorption rate of up to 98%, so as to regulate calcium metabolism, maintain serum calcium concentration, promote bone calcification. The content of calcium contained in other foods even if rich, the absorption rate is far less than the milk.

In addition to the calcium that makes our bones strong, milk contains more nutrients as the most primitive natural drink known as "white blood.". It contains most of the essential elements of life: water in milk can quench thirst, sugar and fat provide energy and vitamins protect the body.

There are 20 kinds of amino acids that make up human proteins, 8 of which are not synthesized by themselves. These amino acids are called essential amino acids. The protein that we eat contains all the essential amino acids, which are called whole proteins. The protein in milk is whole protein.

For the elderly, the milk there is a big advantage: compared with many animal protein, high cholesterol, low cholesterol content in milk (milk: 13 mg /100 grams; lean meat: 77 mg /100 g), the number of some components can inhibit liver production of cholesterol, the milk and cholesterol lowering effect.

Drink milk 5 ask

Q1: at what time is the best way to drink milk, like hot drinks or cold drinks? Before dinner or after meals?

A: in fact, there is no particular about it. You can drink it according to your specific conditions and needs. For example, if it is relatively obese people, do not choose to drink milk at night, drink better morning; if it is suffering from stomach trouble, it is best not to drink directly under the cold milk, it is recommended to warm up again.

Q2: there was a popular saying that milk must be eaten with starchy foods. If you drink milk on an empty stomach, the body gains only a few calories, but little help for health.

A: this statement is incorrect. Milk is really an empty stomach. But if you have stomach trouble, you'd better not empty stomach, otherwise, once the stomach upset, it is easy to affect absorption.

Q3: how much milk does it take to drink in a day? If it's other forms of milk?

A: there is no specific standard. If the amount of calcium intake is calculated, adults need 800~1200 mg of calcium per day, and about 900-1200 mg of calcium per kilogram of milk. Compared with other foods, calcium in milk is higher. If there is lactose intolerance, instead of yogurt, you should absorb enough calcium and eat as much milk as you can.

Q4: is milk different for different people, such as children?

A: yes. Because children's liver and kidney hypoplasia, less than 3 years old can not drink the general fresh milk, it is best to drink some milk for infants and young children, or milk powder, otherwise the protein content is too high, it is difficult to metabolize. After 3 years old, it doesn't matter.

Q5: there is a saying that, drink some milk fresh house shaped packaging, if such TetraPak can be stored in the room temperature, the effective components of milk has been high "kill".

A: milk that needs to be refrigerated is certainly very suitable for drinking, but without cold storage, Tetra Pak can also be. The biggest difference between the two is the length of time it takes to save. TetraPak does need high temperature sterilization, but in the process of heating, the only loss of vitamins, and we in the milk intake is mainly calcium and protein, and these are not lost because of high temperature, so the problem is not large.

Where can I get calcium if I don't drink milk?

Is it true that people with milk intolerance are calcium deficiency? Not necessarily because calcium is an essential nutrient that contributes to bone growth and strength, muscle contraction, and blood clotting, not just dairy products. The calcium content of sesame, canned sardines, coriander, dried figs, almonds, dried small shrimps, content of calcium in food are higher than yogurt and milk, far more than butter. Of course, calcium in the milk is the most easily absorbed by the human body, so it is still the best choice.

Which people are unfit for milk?

Milk is good but not suitable for everyone. For example, some people drink milk will appear some symptoms, such as frequent abdominal distension, bowel, abdominal pain, diarrhea, organ can't absorb the milk sugar, is mainly because of the lack of an enzyme called lactase composition in the human body, this symptom is called lactose intolerance.

The severity of the symptoms varies depending on the amount of intake. Such allergic reactions can also be transient or episodic, such as gastroenteritis, which can lead to lower lactase levels and cause allergies. So I can't break my milk because of the one or two upset.

To determine whether they belong to the lactose intolerant people, you can do a simple milk intolerance test: Test Method for the "exclusion and import" can help you identify the intolerance. It proceeds in three steps:

1, inspection stage

Create a diet log to determine which foods are uncomfortable for you. Make a note of the food you have eaten and state the symptoms. Make sure you label cheese varieties because some people may be allergic to all dairy products while others are allergic to milk only.

2, exclusion phase

Once you find the source, stick to it for three months without food. To ensure accuracy, avoid soy milk products (cross allergy) and foods containing lactose, casein, and other dairy products. Observe whether or not the reaction is lessened or disappeared.

3. Re entering the food phase

To test allergens, re - eat them (only one daily) to see if the disease has occurred again and how much food has started to recur. In this way, you can draw a line that you can't exceed (such as a piece of milk chocolate or 10 grams of butter).

[fithappyfree]

So if you’ve seen some of my Instagram comments, you know that I’m doing my first Whole 30.  After perusing through Instagram and seeing some delicious looking Whole 30 meals, I decided I would give it a go.

Now, I’m NOT doing Whole 30 in order to lose weight.  I will probably take a couple of before and after pictures just to see if I had any body recomp, but these are the main reasons I decided to do Whole 30:

Identify my Food Intolerances – I have quite a few digestive and stomach issues that I’d like to avoid as much as possible.  I do know that dairy is one of them (and I now know that soy is too), but I’d like to see if gluten, grains or other foods are causing my stomach to be upset.

Help set Healthy Habits – I already do eat a mostly paleo diet save for some grains and gluten-free products, but some of the stuff that I would gravitate towards in the grocery store weren’t all the best.  Like the dairy-free creamer and the protein bars that I would eat almost every day – they were definitely not soy-free, and I never even realized they had soy in the ingredients because I only really looked for gluten.  Now that I know that I’m allergic to soy (and that it is in quite a few things), I need to start paying attention to labels a little better.  I also don’t want to walk down the candy aisle salivating.

Healthy Reset – The main reason is just to give my body a healthy reset.  Wipe out all the bad stuff and give myself a new, clean slate.  My gut needs this.

  The first week is down now, so here is my recap:

  DAY 1

I started Whole30 on the 23rd.  Monday is a good start day, right?

BREAKFAST: Egg, beef and sweet potato scramble from Snap Kitchen LUNCH: Leftover Grilled Pineapple Burger (without the bbq sauce) and Sweet Potato Fries DINNER: Salmon with Cucumber Dill Sauce SNACKS: Raw almonds, jazz apple

  DAY 2

BREAKFAST: Sweet Potato “Toast” with almond butter, mixed berries, and sausage. LUNCH: Grilled chicken thigh, steamed asparagus, and a jazz apple. DINNER: “Taco Tuesday,” Ground beef on lettuce with avocado, cilantro, salsa, and lime. SNACKS: handful of blueberries and almonds, Cherry Larabar, and Epic Jerky.

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  DAY 3

BREAKFAST: Aidell’s Chicken-Apple sausage link with wilted spinach, sweet potato toast with almond butter. LUNCH: Leftover taco salad with lettuce, spinach, ground beef, salsa, avocado, cilantro and lime. And a pear. DINNER: Slow-cooker Chicken Tikka Masala (recipe here) with cauliflower rice SNACKS: Handful of Wildway grain-free granola, Apple pie Larabar

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DAY 4

BREAKFAST: Aidell’s Chicken-Apple sausage on wilted spinach, mixed berries and banana. LUNCH: Leftover Chicken Tikka Masala with cauliflower rice, jazz apple DINNER: Steak over spaghetti squash with spinach SNACKS: Cherry Larabar, Wildway granola

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  DAY 5

BREAKFAST: Smoothie made of coconut milk, spinach, avocado, banana, blueberries, hemp seeds and collagen (I know smoothies aren’t recommended, but I had drill this weekend and this was the easiest option for an on-the-go breakfast). LUNCH: Leftover steak with spaghetti squash and spinach, Epic beef jerky. DINNER: First dinner out! We went to Outback.  I asked for the ribeye dry, without butter or seasoning, steamed broccoli steamed without butter, and a plain sweet potato. It was pretty good. SNACKS: Raw almonds

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  DAY 6

BREAKFAST: Another day of drill, so I had a smoothie with mashed sweet potato, banana, coconut milk. cinnamon and collagen. LUNCH: Leftover Outback steak and steamed carrots DINNER: Scramble with eggs, chorizo, bacon and potatoes SNACKS: Epic jerky and raw almonds

  DAY 7

BREAKFAST: Harvest Breakfast Hash and scrambled eggs LUNCH: After riding we stopped by MadGreens. I got a big salad with roasted chicken, avocado, cucumbers, pears, pumpkin seeds, tomatoes and olive oil. DINNER: Caramelized Pear Pork Chop, roasted taro and steamed broccoli

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  How I feel: The first week felt pretty great! I am already used to eating mostly clean and avoiding sugar, so I didn’t have any sugar headaches or anything.  And I had already spent the week before quitting caffeine, so my body was already adjusted to surviving without it.  The first couple of days I was getting hungry and wanting more carbs in between meals, but towards the middle of the week I started to get a little less hungry in between meals and felt satiated.  By the end of the first week, my stomach already felt a lot better and my energy was increasing.  And I walked through the candy aisle without even wanting anything.  I’m waking up energized and stopped feeling tired in the middle of the day.  My workouts felt fine, I didn’t feel any difference in performance.  I’m enjoying what I’m eating and how I’m feeling, and I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.

I will try to give weekly updates on my Whole 30 meals, thoughts and feelings :)

Whole 30 Week 1 So if you've seen some of my Instagram comments, you know that I'm doing my first…

[aching-tummies]

Fiction Mirrors Reality

Hmm..so apparently I lived out a sort of kink fantasy of mine on accident today. Well, doing part-2 as I write this.

I treated myself to milk-tea after work today. They're sold in heat-sealed cups (bubble-tea). Considering there's a mandatory-mask bylaw thing in effect in my city I realized that it'd be better to save stabbing my straw into the drink for when I got home and could remove my mask. I was going to take transit home and I didn't want to accidentally spill my drink when I knew I wouldn't be able to sip at it with my mask on. So I stashed it in a pocket and headed to the nearest bus stop to try to make my way home. Unfortunately, the bus came and went five minutes early and blew passed me on my way to the stop. Checking the bus schedule revealed that I had another 45 minutes before the next one was expected to arrive so I ducked into a fast-food restaurant right by the stop and ordered a coffee to sip on while I waited.

Apparently, the milk in the coffee was enough to upset my stomach. I'm not super lactose intolerant or whatever. My stomach doesn't aways react badly to milk. Sometimes it's just a minor ache that goes away after a while on it's own and other times the same amount of milk will cause my guts to cramp up and try to purge the offending milk from both ends. I mainly use it in coffee so it's usually the same amount of milk each time I take any. Welp, apparently today was a "cramp and purge" kind of day. After I got home I put the sealed milk-tea in the fridge and spent a majority of the night in my bathroom. Hours later, my stomach is sore and still grumbling, trying to purge the trace amounts of the offending milk from my system...but the milk-tea is still here. If I leave it in the fridge one of my family members will take it--even if I write my name on it...and I worked hard to treat myself to this thing. It's been a hellish week at work so I wanted to treat myself.

Tomorrow's a day off and I woke up this morning with tummy-kink on my mind...had to put that on the back-burner 'cuz I needed to head to work though. So...yeah...here I am preparing to drink a large milk-tea on a stomach that's only just managed to rid itself of my first, ill-fated dose of dairy ^^ hopefully the sensations will finally give me the push I need to write some decent things for the stomach-ache tag.

Currently I've got this as a sort of snippet of a RP starter or whatever:

"Uhm...I don't think...I don't think my stomach will be able to handle all this." A mutters sheepishly, turning the sealed drink around in their hands as though sizing it up. "Oh? I'm counting on it." B smiles sadistically and gestures for A to start drinking. A opens the drink, resigning themselves to what will happen. They start with a large swallow, hoping to get this over with quicly knowing full-well they just "got over" another lactose-induced upset stomach. The cramps only just started ebbing in the last twenty minutes and they've been feeling twinges and spasms in their intestines as their upset guts try to purge the trace amounts of dairy left clinging to their insides. They rub their stomach as they begin to swallow, still feeling the soreness of their last upset tummy and knowing that their stomach is not going to like this new influx of dairy. With each gulp their abdominal muscles clench tighter and tighter. It feels like their guts are slowly being gripped by a vice. By the third mouthful their stomach grumbles to punctuate each swallow. A wants to stop and allow themselves to burp, to try to relieve some of the pressure in their abused gut. They keep the drink firmly pressed to their mouth and soldier on, knowing that B has been preparing for and looking forward to this 'game' for a while now. Sharp pains sting at their stomach--along their rib-cage and under their navel. The twinging cramps occur in a rapid-fire, random sequence and there's a low, inaudible rumbling behind the stinging twinges, a subtle hint at the horrors that await A's sickly belly. The image of swallowing a dozen live wasps comes to mind as A fights to continue swallowing--to continue ingesting the 'treat' that would normally be delicious but currently is more like a toxin for their sensitive gastro-intestinal tract. A swallows what they hope was a burp--the pressure in their gut is too much for them to tell if it was only air coming up or something with more substance. The sour, burning feeling at the back of their throat suggests it was the latter. They don't want to find out. B reaches over and runs a palm over the crest of A's bloating tummy. Their upper stomach area has bloated outwards and is fairly solid. B licks their lips as they imagine the mix of liquid and gas that's causing the distension. Unable to hold themselves back, B presses into A's side, forcing some of the pressure upward. A groans as a short and abrupt burp interrupts their determined swallowing. B relents the pressure of their palm and strokes A's stomach lightly in apology, though they're not really sorry. After two more swallows A breaks their rhythm again and lets out a quiet moan around the drink. B's hand has been swirling in gentle circles over A's stomach, causing the contents to swirl and burble in their fleshy prison. They pause as they feel a massive shift under their palm. A's moan sharply increases in pitch--they're in pain--and barely a fraction of a second later an impassioned groan resounds under B's palm, harmonizing with A's moan. B gently rubs their thumb over the taut surface of A's stomach, feeling how the muscles are still squeezed together in a massive cramp. A wet 'squelch'ing noise from A's left side draws B's attention and their hand flies to the spot, following the wet noises to rest directly over A's navel. The milk is percolating through A's gastric system much faster than anticipated. B frowns, disappointed that the fun may be over too quicky tonight. The sickly squelches and rumbles that are now resounding all over A's abdominal area alleviates B's disappointment. The sounds are audible and it sounds like the dairy is tearing poor A's belly to shreds. A has given up holding in their belches and every swallow is accompanied by a sharp release of gas--some more wet-sounding than others. The hiccups that ravage their diaphram also serve to upset their stomach, forcing more belches and more activity under B's palm. B pauses their hand over the center of A's straining belly, debating whether or not to give it a bit of a push.

So...what would you do? Are you going to press into A's distended tummy? Will A puke or will it all come out the other end? Or will it come out at all? Leave your ideas about what you'd do or what you want to see happen in my ask-box!

[aching-tummies]

Chocolate Indulgence

Ever had one of those moments where you're staring down a food-item you know is going to absolutely wreck your stomach...but you know you'll eat it anyway?

Most of the people I know that have a dairy-sensitivity (e.g. lactose, rectin, etc.) tend to have moments like that frequently. They know eating cheese is going to cause Satan-himself to reach in and clench their stomach in his vice-like grip, but one does not simply say 'no' to pizza. Then there's the ones that ensure they've got dibs on the closest washroom before they shovel ice-cream or a milkshake into their system and that particular washroom becomes a hazmat zone for the next three hours. I've seen the latter used with purpose too when this particular someone I knew was pretty backed-up while travelling. He was out with some friends when he realized it'd been quite a while since he had last went no.2. His friends knew about his dairy-sensitivity and their eyes widened when he ordered something with dairy from the shiftiest-looking vendor in the area (he was also a huge germaphobe, so the fact that he went even 3 ft near that vendor already caused jaws to drop). He chugged it, asked his friends to wait around the area for a solid hour or two, and then proceeded to violate the public washroom. He came back looking like the definition of ‘relief’ just as his friends had started to think he had died ‘cuz they didn’t expect him to be in the washroom that long.

While not as dramatic, I sort of had one of these moments last night. Of course, it wasn't just that one moment that led to that, it was a whole day of events that led up to the moment.

I started the day going out to have breakfast with a family member before heading off to work. A favorite fast-food chain had recently opened a location near our place and near the place I worked so we decided to go there for breakfast/lunch, whatever you want to call it. I've been eating less recently, being busy and anxious about work and some other life-stuff...also with my work being at non-consistent hours my family member ends up eating without me and most of the time I'm too exhausted to bother cooking for myself. I live with some fairly judgemental family members who go off on me if I don't clean up properly when they say so and cooking for myself just becomes more of a hassle than it's worth. E.g. I'll make some instant noodles for myself and before I've even taken the first bite they'll come over and start screeching about how I left a cooking utensil in the sink rather than clean it and leave it out to dry before I sat down to eat. I was already eating straight out of the pot I was cooking the thing in, the utensil was a butter-knife I used to get some XO sauce or whatever out of the jar and into the pot...and the butter knife wasn't necessary or useful for eating the noodles. My plan was to leave it in the sink and wash everything all at once in about 20 minutes when I had finished my food. I didn't want to deal with the screeching after hours of dealing with customers and co-workers screeching at me to do a task while I was in the middle of doing another task someone else had screeched at me to do, so I've opted to roll with being hungry for the last few days. My usual routine was wake up, get ready, make a quick breakfast to get me through my shift, come home and stay out of the way until dinner time with my family--if there was going to be a shared dinner-time, and then go to bed.

Yesterday was basically the same. I had breakfast at a fast-food restaurant with a family member who was kind enough to drop me off at work. After work I decided to come home rather than eat out after work (I wanted to save some money). I went home and was already pretty hungry but dinner wasn't going to be for another four or more hours. I ended up taking a nap, realizing after I woke up that I had managed to get through the day without drinking coffee, and that was probably why I ended up napping. I got downstairs to find that my family member had opted to cook for themselves, meaning I was on my own for dinner. I grabbed something small and self-contained to avoid being yelled at for making a mess and went about my business. Hours later, I was getting ready for bed. I couldn't sleep 'cuz my stomach had been growling at me since I started brushing my teeth. I was fairly awake from the nap I had taken so I decided, "screw it--I'll grab something to eat and watch a movie or something before I go to sleep".

What to eat, right? After days of being hungry after work, I decided I deserved a treat. I was really craving something sweet, but the only thing that satisfied that sweet tooth was some coffee I had in the fridge...which I was definitely not going to indulge in. I wanted to sleep eventually and coffee at 2AM was ridiculous. What else is sweet and goes almost hand-in-hand with coffee? Chocolate. Pancakes would make a mess, mug-cake was an option but I didn't want to measure out everything...also, one of my family members has been pretty snarky about finding flour on the counters. Some of it is from them, but since I'm the one that's always making home-made pasta and other types of noodles it's always my fault if there's a powdery substance on the counters. I didn't want to just outright eat chocolate chips like I usually do 'cuz I had already brushed my teeth and felt bad about eating something that would stick to my teeth and add to decay. In the end, I opted for a mug of hot chocolate. I was craving something sweet, specifically chocolate, and hot chocolate fit the bill. If I rinsed my mouth with some water after drinking it then it’d probably be okay.

My usual method is dumping the packet into a mug, filling it about 2/3 of the way with hot water, stirring until the powder is dissolved, and then topping up the final 1/3 with cold 2% milk. The milk makes it richer as well as cools down the contents enough to drink. I hesitated a little about adding the milk, the boba-incident fresh in my mind. I decided "screw it. I don't have to work tomorrow" and I added the milk to the mug. I decided to indulge further. It's been a crappy week walking on eggshells at home and at work and choosing to be hungry rather than listen to family members rant and yell over a bit of flour...so I found some nutella and added a generous spoonful to the hot chocolate. If you haven't tried this, you should (provided you don't have a nut allergy). I recommend dissolving the nutella in the hot-water/powder mix, prior to adding milk. The heat will allow it to melt that much faster. That mug of hot chocolate was heavenly.

I took the mug upstairs and put on something to watch while I enjoyed my chocolate-y treat. A couple of hours later, I was ready for bed.

As I lay down, waiting to sleep, I felt an odd sensation in my stomach. It wasn't painful. It was just shy of uncomfortable. It was an odd feeling I couldn't place. Was I still hungry? Were my guts unhappy with the little bit of dairy in the hot chocolate? It felt like a mild pressure around my navel-area, but my stomach was definitely empty too. I rubbed my stomach a little, staying awake for a while monitoring the feeling, hoping that it wouldn't be a repeat of the boba incident. I didn't have to work the next day, but I didn't want to go about the whole day feeling like a painfully bloated basketball. I don't know if it was gas from the dairy 'cuz I couldn't burp and I didn't feel any gurgles or gas-bubbles moving around under my palms. It wasn’t entirely like hunger either. It felt like there was something sitting in my guts...not painfully, but just present, and my stomach was undecided about whether this something meant it was allowed to be hungry or not. I guess my stomach was confused. It was so late that it was early, usually an hour where everything is asleep, there was dairy somewhere slightly bloating up my guts, but it was also hungry. I had downed dairy on an empty stomach and it was confused...was it supposed to still be hungry? Was it supposed to go to sleep? Was the dairy going to be a problem? To growl or not to growl? 

Definitely not as dramatic as something my dairy-sensitive friends have gone through, but that's what I thought about while I was soothing my stomach before going to sleep. I added the milk to my hot chocolate, wary that it would upset my stomach. Whatever that feeling was, at least it allowed me to sleep. I was still hungry, seeing as the only solid food I had to eat was over 14 hours ago and it was the 'empty calories' of fast food, but at least I didn't have to contend with the gnawing hunger as I tried to sleep. I didn’t add a whole lot of milk into the hot chocolate, so it wasn’t enough to cause some major indigestion. Not sure if this happens to other people too, but I've found that when I sleep on a hungry stomach I wake up with a corner of my pillow in my mouth and a loud and cramping stomach demanding I fill it before it plays the 'nausea' card. I didn't want to spend my day off feeling hungry, nauseous, and contending with indigestion.

As always, feel free to send asks in talking about tummy stuff. If it hits my kinks or I like it, I'll post the reply. If you don't see it odds are either that tumblr ate it or I'm not really interested in it and I can't contact you to say that if you're on-anon. Sometimes I’ll let the ask sit in my inbox for a while until I figure out how I’ll respond to it. I tend to be hungry fairly often lately, so if you ever wanna just send a stab in the dark hunger-RP-esque ask that’s totally fine. I’m not too big on the idea of teasing with food or overly patronizing banter, but tummy-centric stuff like manual stimulation of my hungry tummy for the growls/sensations or some way to torture my aching guts is usually something I’m down for. Hands on a suffering stomach are a pretty steady craving whenever I fall into kink-feels.  Navel-stuff is rare to see, but definitely welcome too.