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szynkaaa · 2 months ago

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03. In Which a Stinky Monkey Needs a Bath

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... And one time, while traveling through the New West, you were not in the greatest mood.

You were walking couple of paces ahead of me, gripping your staff tightly, and I was trying my best to keep up with you. It wasn’t easy, with the snow reaching my knees. Least with you wading through it at the front, all I had to do was walking into the trail you left behind.

Normally, you’d walk next to me. It’s mostly to make sure that nothing was attacking me from behind when you were walking too far ahead, but then at some point I think you started to enjoy my company. It was also easier for you to shove me aside into safety in case we got ambushed. Better have bruises from the impact than a massive gnarly gash across the back.

Another tell-sign that you were miffed: You walked with you shoulder all tensed up, and your tail was poised up higher than usual moving slowly left and right.

If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it might have something to do with the really weird looking monkey (that looked like it hasn’t bathed in decades and could use a full bottle of body lotion), wearing read loose pants and a mask as a necklace around his neck. We first spotted him sitting on a roof top of an abandoned building surrounded by frozen corpses.

He was eating a fruit before he heard us coming. It didn’t seem like that monkey appreciated us interrupting his meal time – he looked fairly annoyed. His black soulless eyes swept over me, looking more and more annoyed, but then the mood instantly shifted when his eyes landed on you. Black orbs widened up in surprise, something akin to fear flashed across his face and finally settled what seems to be smugness? The monkey let out a hiss before casually dropping his fruit from the roof down onto one of the frozen corpses and hey what do you know, one of my worst nightmares came true: it came alive.

Loud cracking sound echoed through the howling wind, the frozen corpse moving its limbs that have not been used in a long time, and grabbed for the weapon close to it, before coming swinging at us with a loud roar.

Thankfully, you already dashed ahead to beat the living (or un-living?) crap out of the frozen corpse before it could even hit any of us.

All I could think in that moment while watching the other monkey running away on his four was ‘Damn. There are more frozen corpses ahead of us and I haven’t had any coffee for a long time to deal with this crap’ and ‘fuck me sideways, this is like every horror scenario coming true and I did not fucking sign up for this’, and ‘dear god please just let this day end a warm hot spring would be really nice right now’.

And I was right. I warm hot spring would be really fucking nice right now because someone had to chase after the crusty looking monkey – while beating up all the frozen corpses on the chase. Very nice of you to make sure I didn’t have to deal with them, it still would have been nice if you could have waited for me, was what I was thinking while running through the snow and against the wind to catch up with you.

By the time I caught up with you, I broke up in sweat, and was panting slightly. I don’t really consider myself badly out of shape – I think I’m pretty fit for my age. But running through knee high snow, with the wind blowing against you and also wearing thick winter clothes that I bartered from a village we passed by, it made the jog up a bit more challenging than usual.

And now I’m sweating and really hoping that the sweat won’t cool off too fast on my body and hopefully I won’t catch a cold in this miserable weather-

The wind blew into my direction, carrying a hefty stank with it; rotten egg sewers system stank mixed with a lactose intolerant person who forgot to take their lactose pills and decided to go for that boba tea anyway because you only live once (could not be me).

I immediately clamped my gloved hand over the lower half of my face, squinting through the howling wind to see where the fuck that smell came from.

Pop quiz time!

Question 1: Where did the stank come from

Your monkey (not the crusty looking one) somehow managed to find a hot spring. The stronger the sulfur rotten egg smell, the better the mineral in the water is for your skin.

One of the frozen corpses he beat up turned out to be a hollow shell, and upon breaking it releases a horrible gas that smells like rotten eggs.

The very crusty looking monkey that looks like he should be buried 20 feet deep you are fighting right now keeps flashing you his behind and farting on your monkey.

Question 2: What do you do in this situation.

Take cover, stay out of this fight, do not get involved.

One up the crust monkey. His farts are smelly? Well guess what maybe the Destined One’s even worse with his vegetarian diet.

Throw a well-aimed snowball to help out your comrade.

Question 3: When was the last time you told your loved ones ‘I love you’ before you got spirited away?

Very recently, you always say ‘I love you’ to them at the end of a conversation like it’s the last one. Life is short and you never know what will happen.

You don’t remember. You barely talk to your ‘loved’ ones anymore, life keeping you busy. Your last conversations were shallow catch up, and you realize that you have slowly pushed all the people in your life away and now you regret not playing a more active part in their lives anymore.

This is all just a bad dream. Soon you will wake up, surrounded by your loved ones and that is when you tell them that you love them and you are glad to be able to see their faces again.

And BOY did I wish the answer to question three was c, and I bet you, the Destined One, wished the same thing because you looked like you were fighting for your life (and fresh oxygen) against the monkey.

He truly had the audacity to be flashing his thankfully covered butt at you several times and let out stinky farts, and I was wondering why the hell were you not dodging it. Or at least it looked like you were trying to, but failing miserably.

Part of me had to respect the crusty monkey for being able to let out farts on command.

If it wasn’t for the frequent fart attacks, I’d say you were holding up pretty well in the fight. But I can also see that with each fart-attack, you were getting more and more agitated, your attacks and moves becoming more frantic an un-coordinated. Who could blame you, if it was me, I’d also getting pissed and just want to whack everything wildly around me.

I was lucky that the crusty monkey has not decided to attack me, and decided mayhap I should help you out a bit lest you die of being stank up, and I don’t think anyone would want that written on their grave.

The Destined One, died by fart. You were loved and you will be missed.

Spotting a small rock at my feet, I crouched down and started to roll it around in the snow, until it was fully covered and then getting bigger and bigger. Then I picked up the freshly made snowball, threw it in the air and caught it with my hand to test the weight. Not too light, but also not too heavy. Good enough to give someone a good smack.

I looked back up again to see how you were faring in the battle – crusty monkey stuck his sword to the ground and was using it as a pole to swing around in a circle, kicking you back in the process. You tumbled back a few times, fell into the snow.

As you got up to shake off the snow, and the crusty monkey laughing at you, I took this chance to aim and throw the snowball as hard as I can at the farting monkey. The snowball breezed through the air, hitting the crusty monkey square on the side of his face as he was busy laughing at you. It didn’t really do any damage enough, but it was enough to distract him. He turned his head into the direction of where the snowball came from, while his hand moving to grip his sword. That was enough time for you to adjust your grip on your staff and charge at him with a battle yell. One jump, you moved your free hand to grip your stuff, lift it up above your head and then went to smack the other monkey.

He stumbled back couple of paces, before growling at you, and then decided that this was a fight he cannot win and disappeared in a wind of black dust.

Coward.

I came out of my hiding place, standing next to you, watching after the black dust wind flying off into the distance.

And then another waft of wind blew into my direction.

“Oh God, you need a bath, Kiwi.”, I groaned out, covering my nose and again and waving my free hand in front of my face in hopes to make the bad smell disappear.

And I suppose you did not appreciate that comment.

So not were you only pissed because of getting constantly farted, your travel companion – me – made a not-so-nice-remark about your current predicament, after you made sure you killed all the frozen corpses and fought the crusty monkey off.

Seeing you walking in front of me with your tail showing that you were angry... I really was a shitty companion sometimes, was I?

Just I was about to open my mouth to apologize to you, you suddenly stopped walking and I almost walked into you. Puzzled, I wanted to ask what happened and if there was something dangerous in front of us, but then I saw you turning your head up, your nose started sniffling something in the air. I copied you, but I couldn’t really smell anything out of the ordinary beside the cold winter air.

You followed your nose, and seeing as I have nowhere better to go, I followed wherever your nose was taking you. It soon led us to an abandoned run-down shack. Not the first time we have come across during our travel, and we have used countless of those as a temporary shelter. The closer we got to the shelter, the more I can smell it in the air: rotten egg.

Please don’t tell me this is the shelter of the crusty monkey and you are here for a round two-

Instead of going inside the shelter, you walked around it. You briefly paused, and turned around to see if I was still following you. And then you nodded your head forward, in a follow-me gesture. So that probably means you were not going into another stinky fight.

Curious now, I followed you. The rotten egg smell hung stronger in the air, followed by some steam, and I felt how the temperature in the air was getting warmer too, until you I saw what it was that caught your nose.

A hot spring.

I couldn’t believe our luck, this god-forsaken cold place really had a hot spring! Steam was rising from the water, fogging up the area. The giant rock pieces places around the spring indicates that the placement was deliberate – perhaps someone used to live here and made good use of the spring?

“Alright game plan,” I announced, clapping my hands together and then pointed at you “You. Strip off your clothes-” your eyebrows raised up high “and just leave them in the corner over there. I’ll wash them for you while you’re washing up yourself in the hot spring.” My type A personality is coming out. Having something that vaguely resembles a plan made me feel good, it gave me the illusion that I was in control in a situation outside my control.

As I was giving you instructions, I fumbled in my bag for the bar of soap I purchased in our last village and threw it at you, which you caught with just one hand. You moved it up to your nose to smell it.

“And after you’re done, it’s my turn to wash up. See if you can find anything to eat while I’m cleaning myself up. Don’t give me that look, he farted on your clothes. You can’t wash yourself up and then put the smelly clothes back on! We can set up a fire and let them dry overnight.”

I looked at you expectantly with my hands on my hips. You let out a sigh, realizing that this is not a fight you want to fight and I was right (for once), so you started to unstrap the leg and arm and shoulder armor pieces off first.

I nodded, a triumphant grin on my face. “Alright, I’ll see if there is anything inside this shelter and then come back for your dirty clothes.”

After accidentally walking on you in your birth suit for the fourth time, I have gotten used to seeing you butt-naked. I didn’t have much problem with nudity in general. When you live in a city with few nudist beaches, and pedal past by it on a bike in summer, you get used to see all kinds of different body shapes and forms and at some point, they all just blur together. Plus... not that I will ever admit it to your face, but you were kind of nice to look at?

I also don’t think that you had a big problem with me seeing you naked. If anything, I think after the third time I walked in on you, a wide smug grin spread across the face, your eyes twinkling. I would even say, you enjoyed that I was admiring the view. I still decided to give you the courtesy of some privacy while you were taking off your clothes for your well-deserved bath.

The funny thing though was that you get flustered seeing me naked. That one time, I wasn’t even fully naked, I was walking around topless with a bra on, trying to look for an ointment Xu Dog oh-so-nicely made for me to put it on my wounds. When you looked up to see what I was doing, and I turned around to ask if you had seen it somewhere, your eyes where wide open and your face red, staring at the amount of skin I was showing. When I was about to ask you if you have seen the ointment somewhere, you got up without a word and left the cave. Your ears were also burning red, and for the rest of the day you couldn’t look me in the eyes.

And the next time, because the freaking desert was freaking hot and at that point I didn’t care if I’ll get badly sunburnt, I was about to take off my hanfu overcoat. You turned around to see what the rustling was about, and as you saw me slipping my arm off the sleeves, ready to walk around in my bra. My actions made you stop in your track, and your face started to burn up again. You grabbed the collars of my hanfu, pushed my arm back into the sleeves and then made sure that my hanfu coat was neatly tucked and properly worn.

Since then, I have been more conscious about my nudity around you. It never felt like you were shaming me for it though. If anything, I think you were just flustered? Your tail would be hanging low but waggling back and forth – a sign that you were happy or excited. Or maybe both.

Your tail told a different story than your actions.

I shed off my own heavy coat and took off my gloves to make it easier to search for some things in my bag. There was one last mandarin fruit sitting at the bottom of my bag – frozen by now due to the freezing temperature, but if I let it sit close to the hot spring, maybe the steam will thaw it up again.

I peeked outside and saw the pile of clothes neatly folded up in the spot I pointed at, your armor pieces also neatly laid out next to them. You were already sitting in the hot spring, arms spread out and along with your head, resting on a rock. The tension in your shoulders were gone, finally relaxed after wandering for the whole day and fighting countless of enemies. You were sitting with your back towards me.

The back of your head really looked like a kiwi fruit.

Your ears perked up when I started to move towards you, but you didn’t move your head to look at me.

Placing the mandarin on the ground, I then took off my boots, followed by the socks. The socks I stuffed into my boots, and then I proceeded to roll up my pants until they reached mid-thigh. You finally turned your head around to see what I was doing, and then whipped around to stare at my oh-so-naked legs with wide-saucer eyes, your face flushing red again. Could be the steam, could be my legs, who knows.

And it’s not like my legs were in their best shape. The skin around it looked like cracked desert surface, desperately in need of a good moisturizer. Shaving my legs was also a luxury I could not afford here – not that it should matter to you anyway. You are fully covered in fur, so that makes you to be the last person on earth allowed to judge the hairy state of my legs.

Like on clockwork, I noticed the water surface beginning to move faster – probably caused by your tail underwater waggling.

“Scooch over.” I said, this time not caring that you were flustered from seeing some skin, and then moved to sit on the rock close to where you were, carefully dipping one toe in to test the temperature.

Heaven, it was heaven.

I then sunk my whole leg into the water, soon followed by my second leg, just sitting at the edge enjoying the heat. I cannot wait for you to be done with your bath so I could clean myself too.

You’ve turned your head away to look the over way, the tips of your ear bright red, but your body remained close to where I was sitting.

It was kind of endearing how the sight of my skin made you flustered liked this.

Remembering I had a mandarin to thaw and snack on, I reached for it on the ground and then placed it on top of your head.

“There, now you look like a capybara taking a bath in a hot spring.” I said, grinning.

Your hand grabbed for the mandarin I placed on the top of your head, and you turned around to look at my quizzically.

I suppose you wouldn’t know what a capybara is, since they originally come from South America. I tried my best to explain to you what a capybara looks like, using my hands gesturing to the shape of the animal.

To this date, you still didn’t know what a capybara looks like (but you appreciated me trying to explain it to you).

“Can you put the mandarin in the hot spring for a few seconds so it thaws?” I asked, and you nodded, doing as I asked you to.

After a minute or so, the mandarin was warm, and you poked a hole with your long thumb nail at the top of the fruit, and then started peeling it. You started to peel one side from the top to the bottom, then moved to the next section, until you were left with a flower shaped mandarin peel. Plucking it off and putting it aside, you then split the fruit in half, reaching it towards me.

I flashed you a thankful smile, and just as I was about to grab for it, you quickly moved your hand back, enough that I couldn’t reach for the piece anymore. My hand, mid frozen at the spot where my half of the fruit was before. You were looking at my stony faced, but your brown eyes were glittering with mischief.

Look who decided to be a piece of shit now.

Pursing my lips and looking at you, I slowly reached out my hand again for the fruit, not breaking eye contact.

I thought I was fast by swiping down to grab it, but you anticipated it and moved your hand even further back again. This time, your face broke into a grin, mirth written all over it.

I wanted to be annoyed at you, but your smile was infectious and I felt my own lips turning up. Fine, this is how you want to play it huh? I leaned forward, determined to get my well-deserved dose of vitamin C, and you moved your arm further back, out of my reach.

I rested my hand on one of the rocks, stretching out my own arm. Unluckily, the rock my hand was one came loose and slipped under me, and I lost my balance. I was not able to find ahold of something else to grab on, and felt how my entire body was falling forward.

At the same time, the grin dropped from your face and you started to panic too. You were also moving, your arms now reaching out to catch me, but it was too late: In a desperate attempt to grab onto something, anything, my two arms wrapped around your neck and your arms around my torso.

And then I dragged us both underwater.

Let it be known to the entire New West that the last thing I shouted before going underwater was “My mandarin!”

The smell of sulfur was the last thing I smelt before water filled up my nose, the burning sensation sitting up high. A pair of strong arms that were already wrapped around my torso then pulled me up, I gasped for air. My hair was clinging to my face now, my clothes soaked. Using my wet sleeves to wipe my eyes, I then opened them, only to be staring at your worried gaze, still holding me around my torso.

I coughed again, rasped my throat. “I’m- I’m okay.”

Your shoulders sacked in relief, your tail swinging left and right, splashing the water around it.

You... were always looking out for me, and making sure that I was okay. Remembering how earlier today I hurt your feelings with that bath comment, I realized that now might be the best time to apologize.

“I’m sorry what I said about you needing a bath.” I started, and your tail stopped moving, you looked at me intensely. “It was a shitty thing of me to say after you fought against him. If it wasn’t for you, I would not be standing here.”

Your eyebrows softened, and you moved your right hand up to my shoulder, squeezing it three times reassuringly - ‘we are good, everything is ok’.

A heavy weight fell off my shoulders and I smiled. Running a hand through my wet hair, I spotted the soap bar sitting on a rock.

“Well, since I’m inside the hot spring, might as well take a bath now.” I reached my hand into the water to untie my belt, which got me the desired reaction out of you – a little payback was in order.

You let go of me, as if I was burning your hands, and then turned around and waded as fast as you could towards the edge, and pulled yourself up, stalking away.

I watched your retreating form, your tails waggling left and right. I didn’t want you to have the last ‘word’ though, so I bit my cheeks before shouting after your retreating form: “You have a really nice ass!”

You slammed the door to the run-down shelter shut and I threw my head back, laughing.

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My apartment came with a separate shower and a bathtub. I never used the bathtub for its intended use (it was an over glorified laundry basket for the longest time), until now. Now I take weekly baths in it, sometimes also three times a week.

You loved taking baths together. You would claim that a king needs a pair of hands to help him clean the fur – and plenty other monkeys would kill to be in that position. The pout on your lips never stopped not being cute whenever I would shoot back with a ‘well, then why don’t you get the other monkeys to help you wash up then’. But you also knew that I would always give in in the end and help you wash up and then dry and comb your fur. In return, you did the same thing for me: scrubbing the spots in the back that were hard for me to reach, washing my hair, and then make me sit between your legs while you combed through them.

Now I take my baths alone.

#the ham writes #not my circus #black myth wukong #black myth wukong oc #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x oc

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mors-neptune · 5 months ago

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707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi Headcanons I Have

‼️⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️‼️

• Has ADHD but if anyone brings it up he brushes it off because he thinks it makes him lesser. He’s not ableist he just needs to be educated :(

• I know in the official art he’s pretty pale but I hc him as having tanner skin and some freckles

• Has an undiagnosed personality disorder probably

• Too paranoid to go to church in person so he made a personal shrine in his home that he makes sure to spend time at

• Hates seeing his father on TV because it reminds him how similar they look. He’ll go into a weeks long depression every time where he’ll avoid mirrors because all he sees is his mother and father

• Loves cross dressing but is too scared to think deeply and self reflect about the gender euphoria it gives him because Korea isn’t very accepting

• Hated college because he felt like it was too structured and he doesn’t like being told what to do

• His favorite color is red (obviously)

• Doesn’t want or have any tattoos

• Most of the decor in his house was handmade impulsively and placed somewhere random

• Ultimately wants to move out of the bunker and into a more realistic house with no sci-fi-like doorbells or weapons but his paranoia stops him

• Sometimes stays up till the morning watching security cams in and around the bunker out of fear someone will try and hurt Saeran or MC

• Loves the dopamine hit that buying new cars gives him. It’s almost addicting impulse buying expensive things

• Desperately needs someone to match his neurodivergentness and thankfully his twin brother does perfectly

• His glasses are constantly dirty he never cleans those mfs

• Likes to paint his nails black but it’s always cracked and messed up

• Him and Saeran made up a secret language that they refuse to teach anyone else, even MC

• Welded flowers and spray painted them for him and MC’s anniversary (Saeran told him which flowers to make bc he knows their meanings)

• MC’s engagement ring is a Ruby (to represent Saeyoung) and whatever stone is MC’s favorite swirling together to look like a binary star system

• We know in his route that he has muscles because of his work, but after he runs from the agency, MC noticed some of his bulkiness going away

• But he still keeps a lot of his muscle, he just has some more squishiness around his torso

• Regrets his bunker not having windows because he knows Saeran loves looking at the sky

• Builds a garden in his backyard for Saeran :)

• Too paranoid to get a therapist so one of his more toxic traits is using MC as a therapist

• Goes through periods of not sharing anything emotionally with MC & sharing way too much and borderline dumping all his shit on them

• Has bad abandonment issues

• Loves experimenting with makeup and showing Saeran and MC

• Has both an inferiority and superiority complex

• Owns an obsessive amount of stuffed animals and yes, they all have names

• Idk if this is canon or not but he has curly hair

• I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this already but I hc him as bisexual (he literally mentioned at some point that V’s voice was his type)

• And since it’s basically canon he at least finds V attractive and V is more of a parental/guardian figure to him, I can conclude Saeyoung 100% has daddy issues (duh)

• Has had feelings for Vanderwood at some point

• Horrible at personal hygiene

• Doesn’t drink or do drugs (canon)

• He’s a compulsive liar :/

• Wants a cat but is so bad at taking care of himself he doesn’t trust himself taking care of an animal

• Has staff constellation, and planet stickers & posters all over his room (he’s a nerd)

• Learns sign language so when he’s mad at MC or Saeran he only communicates through sign to piss them off

• Wayyyyyyy too comfy invading people’s personal and cyber privacy because of his line of work

• Lactose intolerant because I think it’s funny

• Light sleeper because of the house he grew up in and his work at the agency

• Kind of apathetic to traumatic things other people go through if it wasn’t as “bad” as his. Not in a “I think I’m better than you” kind of way, but in a way where some issues just don’t compare to an abusive, alcoholic mother, a politician father who wants to kill him, being a secret agent made to do who knows what, and more.

• Catches up on childhood by indulging in childish hobbies and interests. He’s making up for the lost time :(

• His tummy always hurts from his horrible diet

• His cologne smells like apple spice (it’s actually a perfume for women but who cares)

• But tbh on the daily he smells like a mix of his basic masculine body wash, honey buddah chips, and grease (sorry)

• Very protective. Takes on a caretaker role for those closest to him

• Sometimes very controlling. Gets anxious when he can’t control everything around him.

• Acts very parental towards Saeran. He always did because he had to in their childhood, but Saeyoing still does it. It makes him feel good being able to properly provide for Saeran.

• He mentioned in his route that he never really wanted or thought about having a family other than Saeran, and I feel like he would still think the same after meeting MC. Just now he thinks of his family as just him, Saeran, and MC. I don’t think he’d want kids

• Literally never cleans his sheets…

• Can only convince himself to clean anything in his house because he doesn’t want Saeran to have to live in filth again

My first post. I just wanted to share these :)

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme saeyoung #saeyoung choi #mm 707 #mysme 707 #luciel choi #mystic messenger saeran #mm saeran #saeran choi #mystic messenger headcanons

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pjoxreader · 2 years ago

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PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date

Leo Valdez

-Anywhere, literally take him anywhere other than the forges and he’s happy. He’d get too distracted if you did go to the forges.

-But if he had to pick somewhere it’d be the Argo ll, he spent so much blood, sweat and tears on it that it’s his pride and joy.

-It’d be just the two of you looking up at the stars enjoying the night sky, talking about how your days went.

-He’ll try to be smooth and put an arm around you but you end up flustering him by contently cuddling right up into him.

-You can’t really help it, he’s like a warm heater and seeing him go bright red was also very cute.

-He may have to pat out a few flames with an embarrassed apology.

Frank Zhang

-New Rome, it’s somewhere he’s familiar with and knows that it’s safe so he doesn’t have to worry.

-It’d just be the two of you enjoying a walk, seeing the different sights and enjoying the moment.

-Once the sun starts to set you’ll both get a hot coco to keep warm. He wishes this moment could last a lifetime. Even with you teasing him about his lactose intolerance.

-Maybe one day you’ll both be able to grow old here and enjoy a peaceful life.

-The thought makes him blush bright red, trying to hide it in his hot coco heat.

-You of course notice and can’t help but tease the big guy.

Percy Jackson

-Being home with his mother, he’s always been big on family and it’s very important to him that the two of you get along.

-Which you do, swimmingly of course. You don’t mind going to visit Sally, in fact you look forward to it.

-Don’t let the food coloring throw you off, her cooking is amazing and she’s always so kind to you.

-It’s like she’s your mom as well, of course you don’t know if Percy was ready to take that step yet, but you felt at home already.

-Sally would even give the two of you some space, letting you both cuddle up together and watch a movie after dinner.

-Sure this may be the thirtieth time you’ve seen the little mermaid, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Annabeth Chase

-Camp Jupiter, she loves to take in all the architecture work.

-She could easily talk for hours on end about all the different structures, honestly you have no idea what she’s talking about most of the time but you’re just happy to be there with her.

-You do have to admit some of the buildings are impressive to even you though.

-You love to listen to her ramble excitedly seeing her get so focused on her passion was amazing.

-You’d both get some hot coco when the sun starts to set and much to Annabeth's disappointment have to head home.

-She promises you’ll be able to pick the next date but you couldn’t imagine a better date.

Hazel Levesque

-She loves to visit the Camp Half-Blood stables, she hardly ever gets to see Reyna’s pegasus at Camp Jupiter so coming to care for them here is relaxing.

-Sure it might not be a normal date, willingly offering the two of your’s time to well, caring for pegasi but seeing Hazel so content and relaxed while she worked was worth it.

-Sometimes you wish you could talk to horses to help with your skill, because you really weren’t the best.

-You had tried to show Hazel how you got a saddle attached all by yourself but as you made your way onto it the pegasi the horse darted and off came the saddle and you.

-Thankfully, you had landed in the mud and just cleaned the stable but you couldn’t help the groan of embarrassment.

-She did give you a little kiss on the cheek, after laughing at you of course but you considered it a win in your book.

Jason Grace

-The climbing wall in Camp Half-Blood

-He found it a good challenge and not only that he got to keep up his training while being with you.

-You two would have plenty of competitions to see who could scale it the fastest.

-You would never admit it to Jason but you did plenty of training in your down time to try and beat him.

-You were competitive ok? Plus seeing his proud grin seeing you scale that wall like a monkey was like a drug.

-You found your inspiration for training that’s for sure.

Piper Mclean

-The two of you would just enjoy a nice summer evening, picking strawberries in the field of Camp Half-Blood.

-The sun setting leaves you both in a perfect glow, you both enjoying the warm air.

-You know Piper was a daughter of Aphrodite but she had a natural beauty to her that made your heart throb.

-She catches you staring and laughs seeing how you get all flustered.

-She’ll take your hand gently to reassure you, as you glance back you can see her lean in.

-Stealing your courage you lean in as well, enjoying your kiss as the sun sets.

~Masterlist & Rules~

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#pjo x reader #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang x reader #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase x reader #hazel levesque x reader #jason grace x reader #piper mclean x reader #fluff #x reader

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possessionisamyth · 1 year ago

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can’t read even 1/4 of the het ships in this tag because people put all the women into such tradwife roles it makes me want to vomit, so here are my headcanons when it comes to cooking abilities

Jill Valentine- Military rationing because it’s less time consuming. She cooks once and makes enough food to eat on for two weeks. She will eat that soup/beans&rice/chili for every other meal until she runs out. All her recipes are “throw everything in a pot and let it simmer overnight” style. Anything that has her sauteing, baking, or frying will get burned since she gets distracted doing other more important stuff.

Rebecca Chambers- Does not cook. Can not cook. Has not figured out how to cook. Take-out Queen. She can find a good restaurant or cafe in any area and this skill was honed on purpose. Hates long wait times for food though, so if she can she’ll send someone else to get her food/drinks.

Claire Redfield- Cooking level is tolerable as in she can follow easy recipes when there’s a video to watch, but may get an ingredient or measurement wrong and wonder why the dish tastes off. Anything more complicated than meatloaf or country fried steak is her nemesis.

Ada Wong- Fucking hates cooking. Can cook something decent with the littlest variety of ingredients, but hates it so much. She hates the mess during prep time, the mess during cooking, and the clean up afterwards. Hires a personal chef where she can or goes out to eat. (Before anyone disagrees saying she doesn’t trust strangers this much, consider she has a lot of money from her jobs and most people do not actually know who the fuck she is.)

Sherry Birkin- Substitution Queen. Loves to cook, and loves to experiment with food even more. If she starts cooking and finds she’s missing an ingredient, she’ll look at other recipes to see if she can replace it with something else. Will finish eating her food experiments or new recipe attempts even if they’re a little bland while constructing ideas on how to make it better next time.

Ashley Graham- Cooks college student food even into adulthood. Lactose intolerant but ignores it. Her mom couldn’t cook, and no longer having a personal chef left her in the wild to figure things out. She will put together any strange combination of food for the taste and calories. She mixes cereals together. She mixes plain yogurt into her ramen. She will lovingly add a slice of cheese on top of the most white looking piece of baked chicken before adding hot sauce and sandwiching it between 9-grain wheat bread for the sake of getting some kind of fiber in her body.

Ingrid Hunnigan- The planner. She can follow almost any recipe without too much difficulty, and always makes sure she has all the ingredients before she starts. She cannot improv or substitute ingredients to save her life.

Sheva Alomar- Teaches herself how to cook a new recipe or better a current recipe when she has the time. Has 5 go-to recipes she’s mastered which everyone loves, but no consistent recipe book. Will default to military rationing where she’ll make a big pot of something and eat on it for a few days until she gets bored of it and goes out to eat. Forgets about ingredients she purchased and only used a little of, and they go bad making her feel guilty.

Helena Harper- Frozen meals or box meals where she adds a “secret ingredient” into whatever she cooks. The secret ingredient is always cayenne pepper or bouillon powder.

Mia Winters- Can cook only the most white american food possible, but thankfully is not afraid of spices or spicy food. Hamburgers, steak, casseroles, tuna salad, and so on, she can manage pretty well. Any “foreign” food is lost on her. The first time Ethan brought home an avocado with plans to make guacamole, he caught her using a potato peeler on it.

Let me know if you’d like a similar list with the men of RE.

#resident evil #re #headcanons #might make that list of the men anyway #jill vallentine #rebecca chambers #claire redfield #ada wong #sherry birkin #sheva alomar #ingrid hunnigan #ashley graham #helena harper #mia winters

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gublerie · 27 days ago

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I LOOOVEEE sickfics. Plus now it’s getting cold out, it’s flu season! Which means sick spencer hcs >:)

-Like I said earlier, he probably has a sensitive stomach or lactose intolerance. So stomach bugs or stomach flus would be the death of him.

-He NEVER admits it when he’s sick. He still comes to work until someone drags his feverish ass home.

-He loves being cared for, but is usually too shy to ask for it.

-He can’t really eat much without it upsetting his stomach and making him sick. So when he’s unwell he eats crackers, and toast. That is IT.

-He gets sick a lot, like I said earlier. But thankfully it’s usually mild or not too bad. Except for flu seasons. Those are the death of him 3:

let me know if you think of anymore! That’s all for now. Byeee <3

-★ anon

OH HIII IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

pls the way i need to take care of him and his sensitive stomach i have so many family recipes for stomach sickness …

also it must be something in the bau water cause no one on that team ever asks for help but i feel like with him would be extra hard since he had to basically raise himself 🙁

which also is probably the reason why being taken care means so much to him 😭😭

anon i love your mind if you ever have more to share i am all ears and eager to listen 😽🫶

#vivi answers #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr reid #cm #dr spencer reid #spencer reid headcanon #headcanon

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creampuffqueen · 4 months ago

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okay i got one like so now i'm going to give y'all a rabbit lore drop! meet this guy, #4, aka Number Fucking Four

be me

second year raising meat rabbits. mostly know what i'm doing

it's the day of the county fair

i'm dressed and ready to leave, all that's left is to grab my show rabbits from their hutch

look outside

little brother is chasing a white blur around the backyard

Oh Fuck

turns out one of the cage doors was open overnight. either accidentally unlocked, or somehow fell open. no idea. doesn't matter

thankfully, not the cage door of the rabbits i'm taking to show. those three are still waiting in their hutch, perfectly behaved

but in the other cage, 5/6 of the babies are running haywire around our backyard

we live on 3/4 of an acre, btw. it's a large backyard

whole family chases rabbits for 30 minutes

4 of the 5 escapees are caught

1 still eludes us. it's hiding beneath the shed

i have to leave for the show. family promises to catch rabbit and meet me there

i go to the rabbit show

parents show up right before it starts. they were unsuccessful in catching the last rabbit and have decided to try again when we get home

i do really well at the rabbit show :D my trio makes sale!!

we all go home

baby rabbit is ducking between fences outside. staying close but not close enough

finally my mom goes into the neighbor's yard and catches it from behind

rabbit screams bloody murder the entire walk home. it's not hurt. just furious at being caught

we discover this is rabbit #4 (we don't name the babies, just number them. helps with attachment as they are meat animals)

surely the excitement is all over! we can rest easy

NOPE

next day, #4 looks a bit sluggish. i start getting worried

day 2 post-escape, he looks almost on death's doorstep. Oh Fuck

during his hours away, he must have gotten into something bad

we scramble for what to do

he is floppy, clearly extremely dehydrated

but, on the plus side, his mother is still taking care of him! that's a good sign. rabbits won't take care of a baby they think is going to die. she's protecting him from his siblings and spending all day grooming him

the babies are weaned at this point, so he can't get his mother's milk to help perk him up

we improvise

we start syringe feeding him watered down heavy cream for hydration + nutrition

^^^^ do NOT do this. idk why it worked honestly. weaned mammals are lactose intolerant. somehow it worked, but don't try this home

but it did work

#4 managed to push through the worst of it and his body cleared whatever toxins were in his system

we were syringe feeding him every few hours. during the day when we were at work and school a neighbor came and did it. we didn't want this baby to die

and bonus: since he got held so much, he quickly became one of the most docile babies i've ever raised

okay, now it's over! he's healthy again!

NOPE

be me, a few weeks later

mom has been in the hospital. family is pretty stressed

but she's being released today! dad and brother are going to pick her up, i'm tidying the house, home alone

i notice a white blur running around in the yard

Oh Fuck

run outside. a corner of the cage wire has come loose. just enough for a baby rabbit to slip through

and guess who's fucking running wild in the backyard?

Number Fucking Four

i chase. he runs

i manage to corner him behind our pool chest. he's squeezed between the chest and the side of the shed

i reach down to grab him

Uh Oh

my arm is stuck

like. really stuck

like, wedged down to my shoulder stuck

try not to panic

panic a little

thankfully, i have one free arm and my phone

call neighbor

no answer

call other neighbor

no answer

call dad

answer! he's still at the hospital getting my mom released. won't be home for another 30-45 minutes

FUCK

try not to panic

panic some more

call neighbors again. still no answer

then, somehow, someway, manage to free my arm

we're so back

stick a pool net at one end of the tunnel. position myself at the other end

#4 falls right into my trap and into the pool net, where i grab him

obviously can't put him back in the hutch

am forced to take him inside and just let him hang out in the kitchen until my family gets home

that's where these pictures are from. look at his assholeish face :/

jk i love him

dad fixes hutch

finally, we're done

#4 is no longer with us, but he will forever live in infamy

#mal's shitposts #animals #some of the other rabbits have lore #but none as crazy as number 4

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batsplat · 2 months ago

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Quick questions about Casey

1. You mentioned something about his back, did he have back issues

2. When was he diagnosed with his chronic illness and what was it (I wanna say it’s sleep related)

3. I read that he hated that the Ducati has yellow on it when Vale switched over

(Not a question but I watched hitting the apex recently and man Casey saying not gonna lie I enjoyed watching him suffer more then we did is the hater levels I want to reach but also your ambitions outweighed your talent iconic)

Did you see that Vale did a interview/show thing in Italy and they asked if his balls were named Casey and Marc like wild stuff is happening over there

in order:

1) back pain: yes, he had back issues going back to an injury sustained at assen 2003. from his autobiography -

After crashing out of the lead group again at Barcelona I was chasing Jenkner for the win in wet conditions at Assen but Dovi's bike missed a gear and I hit his back wheel and ended up in the gravel trap. I had to lay the bike down before I hit a wall. (That crash would affect more than one race; the back injury I sustained would go on to plague my career.)

and he's discussed the issue post-retirement (x):

Basically with chronic fatigue, I can't keep myself fit and healthy. I have a problem with my ribs, and I often suffer from back pain. I have some disks that put pressure on my nerves and cause spasms. I've improved by taking new medication, but I can't train or go out and do things.

apart from the sepang 2006 flare up discussed in this post, there were a couple other major recurrences during his career. first off, estoril 2011, where casey's back suddenly started causing him excruciating pain during the race (x):

and from his autobiography:

My chances of chasing [Jorge and Dani] for the win at Estoril were ruined on the first lap by Marco Simoncelli - who cut me off in turn one and then crashed right in front of me in turn four - as well as my old back injury from 2003, which flared up again. At some point during that race I felt my back completely lock up on me and I couldn't move for three or four corners. I was struggling to do anything and could hardly breathe so for a moment I thought I would have to pull in but thankfully within half a lap it eased up a little, got better and we managed to finish in third place.

lastly, casey had to miss a day of pre-season testing in early 2012 (x):

“I was stretching this morning for a good 20 minutes preparing to go out on track for the first time and then all of a sudden my back just locked up on me,” Stoner said. “I couldn’t move or do anything. I had to call someone to come and help me move into a position that was less painful! “Then I had some physio on it straight away trying to get it better for this afternoon, but it wasn’t feeling good. I had some more physio after lunch, but it still wasn’t easing up. I felt I could have gone out on the bike in the afternoon, but we all agreed it would probably make it worse for tomorrow.

and from his autobiography:

The new RC213V was fantastic but I couldn't even ride it on the first day of the test because of my old back injury, which flared up again when I was warming up. I must have been stretching for a good twenty minutes and then all of a sudden my back just locked up on me. I couldn't move or do anything - I had to call someone to come and help me move into a position that was less painful.

so yeah. nasty injury. I think that one and the wrist were probably the worst continuous problem zones for casey

2) casey was advised he had chronic fatigue syndrome way back in 2006 - but the diagnosis on its own didn't necessarily mean either he or the doctors knew how badly the condition was affecting him. he certainly didn't think it was a satisfactory explanation of his mystery illness in 2009 when he was forced to step away for several races. during that time, he eventually identified lactose intolerance as the culprit - which a helpful anon a few months back informed me makes sense as a comorbidity with chronic fatigue. he was able to improve his health in 2009 by cutting lactose out of his diet, though it was only after his career that he came to better understand the full impact chronic fatigue syndrome was having on him

3) yeah, I mean, there's one mention of casey hating valentino's yellow on the ducati in his autobiography, which has been posted in this parish and I do admittedly enjoy referring back to a lot. just one of those fun accidentally revealing lines, casey's always good for those. the key thing here, right, is that objectively this bike is not inappropriately yellow. there are many bikes out there that have made more extensive use of a secondary colour specific to the rider, which if anything is extremely helpful when you're watching the races. valentino's ducati is a red bike with a yellow number on it. sure, there's riders who just stick with a white number - like the dani/marc honda era, which was just annoying any time they're close to each other on the track. jorge has a red number, and it makes the yamaha era fights with valentino more watchable. also, take a wild guess who else had a personalised colour scheme. rhymes with 'moaner'. it's really just not in any way remarkable, right

so either casey's perception or his memory or his commitment to honesty is out of whack here. I already posted this photo a while back but just for context, here's valentino and casey's ducati bikes side by side:

from the way casey talks, you'd think valentino had thrown a bucket of fluorescent paint over the thing. sure, valentino's seat has a little yellow on it - but given how you'd generally expect that thing to be covered up, this should not be a deal breaker. at this point what it comes down to is whether you aesthetically prefer the colour yellow or the australian flag

and what is so fun about this is... it's not just that casey was paying attention to how much yellow was on the ducati. it's not just that he commented on it at some point. it's the fact that it made it all the way to his autobiography. let's assume casey isn't just being a dick here and knowingly exaggerating... I mean, even if his assessment of the colour scheme were accurate, this would still be a petty thing to bring up. ducati is not going to 'destroy their brand' by running a yellow-ish motogp bike for two years. not to be too cynical here but. it is also hard to take casey's concern for ducati's brand integrity particularly seriously. something about how casey wants to provide evidence for how valentino made motogp worse in basically every way imaginable... like casey takes such a big picture view with valentino, where he does manage to thematically tie him in with 90% of casey's problems with the sport. even with the colour scheme

idk it's just so charming to me because it's SUCH a cheap shot. each valentino feud has its own distinctly fun feel... and there's just something with this one where. y'know. it's not like they're making each other 'worse people' exactly, but they DO have the ability to drag each other down into the absolute dredges. they just make each other PETTY. like valentino always had an ability to get under casey's skin, sometimes on purpose but often just kind of accidentally... whereas casey had to put in the hard work in order to become really, really good at pissing valentino off. and by the end of their rivalry they'd gotten so skilled at pushing each other's buttons that you've got casey still thinking post-retirement about how much he fucking hated valentino's bike colour scheme

casey probably really did remember that bike as being offensively yellow, which just implies a pleasing level of attention being paid to valentino at all times. even when casey really didn't have much reason to be paying attention to valentino as a competitive threat. just this intense preoccupation with all he saw of valentino for years and years. imagine worming your way into the head of a competitor to such an extent that you're at risk of giving them a pavlovian response to a primary colour. beautiful

end notes: yes, schadenfreude is Good. it's fun how much casey's leaned into that angle in his own narrativisation of his rivalry, again comes back to all those handy communication skills he learned along the way. really understood the narrative oomf of the jerez 2011 incident (a bit more on that here and here). and on that last bit. I'm gonna be honest, as a rule I keep up with nothing athletes do after their career is over unless it's relevant to their actual careers. so I have... no clue what this is referring to and. uh. I feel like I'm missing a bit of context there

#generally speaking the answer to 'did you see' will be a resounding no. i'm not really online much outside of the small hours #//#brr brr #heretic tag #batsplat responds #unfortunately both 'rolling stoner' and 'moaner stoner' are pretty strong slander names. i wouldve used them back then #you just have to hand it to the haters sometimes. i refer to my tennis guy as 'midvedev' all the time like fair play that's really good

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thefoxtherapist · 4 months ago

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Some wuwa characters and me giving them random allergies.

Aalto - dust/pollen energy just to make him suffer (he's also probably Lactose intolerant)

Mortefi - animal fur allergy. Silly scientist dragon dies from a cute cat.

Calcharo - giving him a dog allergy would be funny but I won't be mean. Chocolate, which for fun fact means he most likely also has a cockroach allergy

Scar - shellfish thankfully doesn't seem like someone who would like them anyways

Encore - peanuts. Badly wants to eat peanuts. Tries to eat peanuts. Eats the peanuts. Aalto is panicking. Verina saves the day

Baizhi - latex. Extremely inconvenient for a scientist but I just see it.

omg please these are all so good

Aalto just like me fr I too am allergic to dust, pollen, and lactose intolerant. thats my MAN!!!!

Xiangli Yao tries to gift Mortefi a hairless cat but his face still gets scratchy and red, like his chest scales omg

Scar the kinda guy who doesn't like fish but if you call him out for it he'll eat it raw

#༻Decree of theillusion0fliving #༻stygian #wuthering waves

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evanbuckleykinnie · 1 year ago

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Buck was fairly certain he was dying.

Not in a choking on bread, crushed by a ladder truck, struck by lightning sort of way but in an incredibly mundane one.

His stomach hurt.

It hurt a lot, actually. So badly he could barely make himself move. He was hot, cold, sweaty, shivering. Every part of him felt wrong, something tingling weirdly in his forearms and his joints aching. He was dying. And where was Eddie?

"I told you, Evan."

Buck groaned, pressing his face into the damp pillow beneath him. He'd been hearing this over and over again for the better part of ten minutes now. It wasn't like Eddie was wrong or like he had any particular reason to be being all that helpful, but Buck wished he'd at least sit down for a moment. Footsteps, slow and pacing, were rhythmically driving the acidic nausea feeling up from his stomach and into his chest. Any longer and he'd be forced up and into the bathroom, face half submerged in the toilet as he puked up his guts.

"You're lactose intolerant. You say you're not, but you are. I hate to break it to you, buddy, but you're gonna have to give up on the damn cheese and milk." There was a certain type of amusement in Eddie's voice that, quite frankly, Buck found insulting. He was in the middle of a medical emergency. A crisis, really. "You did this to yourself, man. I told you not to eat that pizza."

Buck couldn't do much but grumble into his pillow, something unintelligible but definitely not polite. Eddie had, in all fairness, told him not to eat the pizza. He'd watched Buck take a bite out of the slice of cheesy goodness with a look on his face he only wore on calls involving ridiculous self-inflicted injuries. Buck should have known he'd get no sympathy as wide, brown eyes glared daggers into his skull. The smugness he'd smiled at Eddie with two hours ago was no more than a horrible display of hubris now.

Buck hadn't been lactose intolerant when he was a child. He hadn't known anyone in the Buckley family who was lactose intolerant. There was absolutely no reason for him, now in his early thirties, to suddenly develop it. No hereditary reason, anyway. Besides, Maddie had never said anything about being unable to enjoy cheese and ice cream and milkshakes. Why would he be the one to get the faulty genetics?

In reality, Buck knew he was in denial. He knew for a fact that lactose intolerance could strike at any time, at any age. All it took was a bad enough injury to the small intestine and his ability to make the lactase enzyme would be sufficiently decreased enough to land him right where he was. With his track record of injuries and near death experiences, he had no doubts it was possible something had been knocked off kilter inside him, as much as he wanted to deny it. After all, what was life without cheese and ice cream?

"Could you shut up?" Buck finally managed to groan out, voice muffled by his pillow and strained by the effort it took to speak around how sick he felt. Really, though, he was going to be fine. It wasn't intense. It wasn't life-threatening. It just sucked. Big time. "Are you staying just- just to get in the 'I told you so's?"

There's silence from behind him for a few moments before his bed dips, a warm hand resting against his bicep. He doesn't uncurl himself from his fetal position to glance back at Eddie but he hums a quiet acknowledgement of their sudden close proximity. Despite how sick he feels, and how frustrated he is, it's nice to not be alone in it. Even if he knows Eddie has more complaining to do, though he senses that it's been tabled for a later date. Despite his fatherly disposition of lecturing, Eddie always knows when to stop. Thankfully.

"No. I'm staying to make sure you don't make yourself worse by trying to walk this off." Eddie's voice took on the tone it rarely held for anyone but Buck, soft and tender and so very fond in a way Buck couldn't quite wrap his head around. "You'll be fine. But we're looking into lactase tablets or something when you're better."

Two days later, after the whole ordeal passes, Buck ascends the stairs in the firehouse to the smell of something wonderful cooking. Not a rare thing to experience but, as he reaches the table where everyone is sat expectantly, he finds himself faced with two objects. Chim has a grin on his face like he's attempting to audition for the role of the Cheshire Cat, while Hen is snickering to herself quietly at the confused look Buck shoots the items. A hand claps him on the back from behind.

"We thought we'd get you a few things." Eddie says as he walks past, sitting himself down, gesturing towards the items on the table.

With a look of unimpressed indignation, Buck reaches out to pick up the shirt, reading the plainly written words on the otherwise completely blank fabric.

"Tummy Ache Survivor."

He drops the shirt back onto the table, Bobby walking over to place a plate down at the empty seat meant for him. Whatever he's made looks good. Bobby taps the other object, smile knowing and amused.

"Thought we'd start using this. I've got a copy here, this is for home." Bobby makes his way back to the pan he'd left to join the fun.

Buck finally picks up the book, turning it over in his hands. A cookbook full of vegan recipes. Despite his annoyance at the teasing, the corner of his mouth pulls up into a small smile, a laugh leaving him despite his attempts to remain somewhat frustrated looking. Even with all of the teasing, the small gesture feels kind. Warm.

"Very funny.." He sits, placing the cookbook down as everyone else gets their own food. He takes a bite, humming happily as he opens up the book to flip through the first few pages.

Maybe being lactose intolerant wasn't so humiliating after all.

#evan buckley #911 abc #911 fox #the buddie in this is semi ambiguous i suppose #buddie #evan buckley is lactose intolerant because i am and hes me #evanssubparwriting #i dont really know what this is #just something silly while i work on the bobby death drabble and the eddie heartbreak diaz drunk confession drabble #its almost 4am #firefam

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1mlostnow · 4 months ago

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HOW WAS UR DAY TODAY EVOKE???

AHHHHHHHH PICCOLO!!! It was rlly good!!!

Today I woke up and Greg had eaten some of his food on his own! And then I went to camp and it was hot but I was persistent 💪 then I had lunch and walked around with my friend for a bit, and the rest of the day was just sectionals and then pictures (took 2 hours thankfully)

Then I drove my mom and I to the gas station for snacks and some guy was driving like an absolute idiot so I almost crashed. So my mom drove us the rest of the way to my grandmas :) I got to see all of my aunts and uncles and my grandparents and my little cousin (he has me listening to kidzbop Gangnam style) that I never get to see bc he lives like 10 hours away

i had some really yummy food and my grandma sent me home with an ice cream cake (im lactose intolerant but ill push through but it looks rlly yummy)

Now I’m laying on the couch with Greg, Zuzu (weird cat) and my dog :)

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smallestapplin · 2 years ago

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[request]

Thankfully I’m no longer in pain and the symptoms have passed but could I request some Adaman, Ingo & Emmet, and possibly Leon comforting reader when they’re experiencing lactose intolerance symptoms? The worst of it honestly is the intense cramping and bloating because it makes it a lot harder to reach the bathroom 😰

(As someone who experiences intense period pain I was really caught off guard by the intensity of the cramping and bloating because I’ve built up a really high pain tolerance level)

-Pierced Anon (experiencing 3am zoomies finally symptomless)

I hope it’s okay I do this headcanon style ^^;

Cw : it’s not detailed but vague speaks of vomiting.

Emmet

- I hope you are ready to get carried and or dragged to the bathroom, cause this man is a ride or die and he will be helping you one way or the other. Ain’t nothing stopping him from getting you there.

- If the cramping is so bad, he will need to be stopped from buying the entire shelf at the store, cause he’s buying anything and everything that says it’ll help.

- Does not know what he’s doing, but he’s doing what you tell him and whatever the search engine says.

- He really is trying his best, safety first! And he’s doing whatever he can!

- He’s got heating pads, meds, blankets, anything! Just tell him what you need and he will go get it, and make sure you have all you need. Emmet will make sure you’re taken care of no matter what.

- Drops everything the second you text if your stomach is acting up.

Ingo

- Perfect care taker, perhaps a little too perfect, maybe even to a fault. He’s a worrying mother hen, carrying around any lactaid pills, pain relief, anything and everything he has in his many pockets.

- Always checking in on you while he’s at work, even if he knows he doesn’t have to, he will just to make sure if he needs to stop anywhere, or send a same day deliver.

- Every part of your shared home has a trash can, one of those small ones that is perfect to put a grocery bag in, just in case you can’t make it to the bathroom, or are in too much pain to move and need to up chuck.

- Ingo will sit with you, rub your back, and shush you as you’re in pain.

- He goes to great lengths to make sure there is no lactose ANYTHING in any of your foods or drinks, just to avoid you accidentally ingesting anything you aren’t suppose to.

- He knows you can do it yourself, but it never hurts to have help!

Adaman

- I hope you like teas, herbal medicines, and being surrounded by his Leafeon, Umbreon, and Vaporeon for comfort. Cause it’s all you’re going to get.

- Adaman tries to be there for you, but he’s often very busy, but he makes sure his pokemon and that Calaba is made aware of your situation, just so you have the best care if something happens. And she’s close by, so it’s less stress on him when he’s at a meeting.

- He keeps a more private space for you, in case you eat something wrong, and don’t need to feel embarrassed about anything your body does.

- If you’re in too much pain, he can and will carry you to where you need and want.

- He’s always there to comfort you, holding you close and trying to keep your mind off the pain as much as he can. Adaman will hold your hair back, and pat your back.

#pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon adaman #pokemon adaman x reader #cw.vomiting #vomiting #not really but just in case

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partuulla · 2 years ago

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OK sure hes not fully human, but i am still concerned about the amount of cheese this fucker is reciving, and thank god he isnt lactose intolerant but is there anything else he likes to eat????

He's very human if you take the goo away, and thankfully the goo helps eat the cheese and still give him a satisfying feeling.

While neutral to most other foods, if it tastes good he'll like eating it.

#part rambles #part ask

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borathae · 8 months ago

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Chapter 4

ooh looks like he is a gentleman

You can see it in the way he looks at his knees ever so often. dont tell me he slept

HE DID AHAHAH PLS this is peak comedy for me, idk i had this image of "ooh mysterious ancient being, must find sleep, and other stuff as something for the weak", basically a grandpa on him. (i see yoongi like that from reading the drabbles, but now that im reading it, tae felt like that in 1st chapter lol)

Of course not, I was merely resting my eyes” ofc i believe you, u were having a meditating/communicating with your ancestors moment

As if he doesn’t even notice his hand touching you the way it does. STOP I LITERALLY DIE EVERYTIME THIS HAPPENS WHEN IM READING LIKE AAAAAH *bites, slaps, giggles, fans myself, pretends to be dead soo much ah

Your chest heaves up and down in a heavy breath, your legs parting slightly. sis is gone already. mood

Come go with me. I SAID I HAVE NO TIME HEE HEE

Taehyung placed his hand on your thigh instead. OH NO HE IS GETTING DANGEROUS

Your nails dig into the edge of the seat, her: (literally made it, if only i had this devotion in my studies 😭)

Taehyung’s delight as another smirk washes over his face. He stops moving, the only sensation he allows you to feel is his big, warm hand against your inner thigh SDTOP I CANT HANDLE HIS ASS I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE THE FAKE GUM CHEWING AAAH

Tapping on your inner thigh rhythmical AAAAH WE MUST STAY FOCUSED BROTHER

Stay, fellow, I can read. I DOUBT I CAN IM LOSING MY SANITU

“Are you alright?” he rasps DO U THINK IM OK?????

My master’s. THAT FAST?? really said wanna see some speed?

You whine at the loss of touch, pulling at his necktie. PULLING NECKTIE WWWOOOO IM SQUIRTING

The door, which normally always squeaks, opens silently when Taehyung opens it mythical being or has strict parents pt 3 (pt 2 during the date)

I want to devour you.” yn my love, what if he actually does 😭(missed the vore tag on ao3 once and i have ptsd from that)

You’ll probably call me crazy but I named all of my houseplants after famous painters TAE MOVE UR ASS, SHE'S MINE WE ARE MARRIED BYE

Just mere seconds ago it felt like he wanted to devour you whole and now here he is, as patient as ever. i take that back, we can be a throuple

I didn’t even hear you come outside mythical being or has strict parents pt 4

It’s one of those weirdly dishonest smiles again. maybe he is in lactose intolerant and is worried destroying ur toilet with the volcanic diarrhea

It makes you look so perfectly alive." THATS EXACTLY WHAT A VAMPIRE WOULD SAY. i would have said that tho lol

I guess you are right. What a silly thing for me to say." OFC ITS VERY SILLY CUZ U IS MR.DRACULA

“Actually this is just a myth some misogynistic doctors made up in the sixteenth century to shame women for having sex”, SLAY now marry me

“so enjoy it ___ for as long and as passionate as you can.” THATS WHAT A GRANDPA WOULD SAY or A VAMPIRE

I am glad that you aren’t pretending with me hold ur horses he didnt say he is 95% honest, also the 5% could be more shocking than the 95%

swirling the tea in his cup with a flick of his wrist. LOOK AT DA FLICKA DA WRIST

My dream is to own a really big greenhouse. THE GARDEN IN THE DRABBLE

“you’re not having a heart attack, are you?” damn grandpa is dying (im sorry i had to)

OH SHIT WHATS GOING ON?? did she put some anti-mythical being stuff in the tea?

0-100 real quick

she is so cute im feeling it soo well, you wrote those parts well. it made me feel like im intruding them

Throw it on the floor *starts throwing it back Tae: i meant the tie me: oh sorry, silly me

that wasnt me, that was the demons bye

He has a really nice spine, my bestie to me - your spine is ... um how do i put it to words, spines very well. i will definitely count them for anatomy 💀💀LIKE STOP AT LEAST ITS BETTER COMPARED TO 4TH GRADE

thankfully Taehyung can’t read minds because this was one silly thought. you sure about that? u sure about that??👀👀

OH MY GOD HE IS IRRESISTIBLE LIKE STOP JUST AAAAH

Dearmotherofchrist what the hell? Okay, goodbye cruel world this is how you will die. PLS 😭😭

This is madness. Heaven. ME AT YOU POOKIE

besides, we have many more occasions to practice your stamina SUCH A TEASE AAH

im sick and feeling cold. guess who isnt cold anymore cuz they are reading a smexy, gobsmacking as usual smut by THE MOMMY, SIBI?? ME YALL. a hoe(mentally) doesnt get cold, until they get runny nose.

don’t rip it because this cost like forty bucks” WE LOVE REALISTIC SMUT HERE

He scissors them, fucking in and out of you slowly. His teeth craze over your nipple before he bites down. poeple died sir I DIED

During class, on the bus, whilst talking to people. same here girly pop, relatable after reading smut

watching you be like this drives me crazy I AM CRAZY

me: i hope i dont fall him: he praises me: ana oop

It is a stupid name, but it has never been more accurate than tonight. no it aint stupid when true af

"Hold me"..“That’s it, draw me in deeper. Keep me there” bye i will be jumping off the cliff(my bed's name)

seven matches this soo well, cuz its sexy but very romantic

that was too hot until u think (wait this is bts songs in a nutshell)

oh boi tae is just trying feel humanity, life, and the whole "live in the moment", "yolo" by asking to hold closer and feel what she is feeling

horny - sad real quick. (bts albums and playlists be like)

Sex is merely a wonderful byproduct from being with you. You have truly bewitched me, body and soul” this is too good holy fuck

reminds me of blood sweat and tears lines and the whole mood is hold me tight

they are soo cute, being all warm and cozy with each other.

shitting tears as we speak bye,

the emotions were emotioning, smut smuting (do i even have to say about this anymore lol) i love how your smut isnt just focused on sexy parts, emotionally, yes very much connected and love it and also shows other parts, like its soo easy to have the entire view from pillow to toes, with lil frames with focused parts.

now that we still havent seen 2seokkook, its making more nervous like

EXCUSE ME??GOOGLE JUST VIOLATED ME 💀

this is actually so funny HAHHAHAH he is always acting like such a well-put mysterious man and then he is sleeping in class BHAHAHAHAH

this is so valid HE IS SO HOT LIKE SIR PLEASE FADNFDSN

the gum chewing pisses me off with any other person BUT ITS SO HOT WHEN HE DOES IT LIKE PLEASE KEEP DOING IT SIR IMMA SUCK YOUR COCK

You whine at the loss of touch, pulling at his necktie. PULLING NECKTIE WWWOOOO IM SQUIRTING

jajdfj valid.

I want to devour you.” yn my love, what if he actually does 😭(missed the vore tag on ao3 once and i have ptsd from that)

NO BUT WHAT IF??? oh god hahhaha I feel you I once missed the impregnation tag and actually triggered myself when he started speaking about putting babies in her like BACK OFF ILL BITE YOUR BALLS OFF

It’s one of those weirdly dishonest smiles again. maybe he is in lactose intolerant and is worried destroying ur toilet with the volcanic diarrhea

PLEASE hhahahhaha this would be so iconic of him tbfh

“Actually this is just a myth some misogynistic doctors made up in the sixteenth century to shame women for having sex”, SLAY now marry me

he is SO HOT I need him to fuc-

My dream is to own a really big greenhouse. THE GARDEN IN THE DRABBLE

👀👀👀👀

OH SHIT WHATS GOING ON?? did she put some anti-mythical being stuff in the tea?

THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION INDEED

LISTEN. don't judge me but I genuinely think that spines (inside the body where they're supposed to be) can be so sexy like if someone has a nice spine I just wanna trace and lick and kiss and touch it like-

thankfully Taehyung can’t read minds because this was one silly thought. you sure about that? u sure about that??👀👀

THE RIGHT QUESTION INDEED

im sick and feeling cold. guess who isnt cold anymore cuz they are reading a smexy, gobsmacking as usual smut by THE MOMMY, SIBI?? ME YALL. a hoe(mentally) doesnt get cold, until they get runny nose.

I gain ten years of life each time one of you calls me Mommy HAHHAHA like yes I am indeed mother HFAHDSF

don’t rip it because this cost like forty bucks” WE LOVE REALISTIC SMUT HERE

BAHHAHAHAH I LOVE REALISM

me: i hope i dont fall him: he praises me: ana oop

BITCH (affectionate) SAME HOLY FUCK praise works so well with me like it got me thinking about the person for the next five weeks for real

oh boi tae is just trying feel humanity, life, and the whole "live in the moment", "yolo" by asking to hold closer and feel what she is feeling

*sobs*

reminds me of blood sweat and tears lines and the whole mood is hold me tight

OMFG I LOVE THIS THANK YOU

shitting tears as we speak bye,

hahahhaa shitting tears jfadsjf

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THIS!!! that's exactly what I want most of my smut to be for 😭😭😭

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