#(which is a maybe me-problem because I don't like pepperoni)

[guiltyidealist]

Body count.

Hidden but insidious little piece of fatphobia:

you cannot find a single fucking page on INCREASING your appetite. On coping, struggling with a LOW appetite. Having a lowered appetite. On managing your health when your appetite is low. On how to get yourself to eat and NOURISH MORE. more efficiently, more FREQUENTLY.

By which I don't mean "how to gain weight" but by which I mean how to MAINTAIN A WEIGHT that's healthy for you. or more specifically, how to nourish SUSTAINABLY. over the LONG-term. How make sure you nourish and KEEP nourishing CONSISTENTLY. How to maintain your health in spite of an appetite that is too low.

Hell. even just what it means for your appetite to be low, how to TELL if your appetite is LOWER than is HEALTHY for you. the consequences and problems people face when they have a low appetite. the RISKS and DANGERS of a low appetite.

Because every fucking search result is

how to gain weight (muscle)

how to eat more foods that don't make you gain weight (fat) as fast as other foods

Tragedy Strikes: the Misfortune of Fat & How to Protect Your Precious Soul from Falling Victim to This Cruel Fate😢

how to lose weight (fat) (new fad diet for starvation and you will have a net loss of 0 lbs or less by the time 5 years elapses)

how not to lose weight (muscle)

how to eat less how to fucking starve how to deprive yourself the little things and be miserable and fucking die

if I eat too fast I'll feel nauseous. As a result, I graze over longer stretches throughout the day (er I did, before meds changes slaughtered my appetite).

People were always fucking like "ah! I hear that's better for you anyway😊"

by which they fucking mean "To my understanding, that eating pattern facilitates weight loss a bit more than normal patterns do, therefore it is superior because weight and supremacy are inverse correlates😊"

Nowadays I don't eat that way because my appetite is really fucking low. Today I managed a bowl of oyster crackers, an applesauce, some carrots, a piece of cornbread, a few pepperonis, and a scoop of cookie bake.

Plus x2 cans of Mountain Dew (my usual daily caffeine intake is maybe 1 glass of Coke), because I have to pass this final semester at the expense of my body.

Fuck I did not even realize how jack shit I ate today until I listed that out. With that combination it's really not a wonder that my whole digestive tract has been fucked for like 3 weeks straight now. On top of that I'm not getting ample nourishment, neither in nutrient nor caloric terms.

Low appetite is a problem.

and nobody cares. Nobody cares! Nobody fucking cares. You know why? Because this problem results in weight loss. See high appetite on the other hand, that causes weight gain, so you understand all energies must be allocated toward solving that problem🙂.

Noooo low appetite is a gift! A blessing!!! A privilege!!!!! God I wish that were me!!!!!!!!

How to lower your appetite!! 3 Vitamins that will lower your appetite!! Lower your appetite with these 15 yummy recipes!

6 easy ways to shame yourself for having wants and needs! How to stave off hunger and ignore your body's signaling of needs! How to replace the sound of your body calling you to action with blaring fad diet commercials. How to convert your body's begging for its life into an incessant and intrusive need to self-sabotage instead.

How to dissociate from your body and fixate upon doing the opposite of what it needs to stay alive. How to fret over whether or not you moved enough in the last 24 hours. How to take the energy out of every day to meticulously COUNT every single piece of material you dArE put in your body. How to count your body. How to develop one or more of the MOST DEADLY mental illnesses. How to wind up having the sole variety of mental illness that fucking kills you whether you wanted to die or not

How to tally the body count

[twiststreet]

I'm posting dinners I've cooked, so I can have a little diary to look at, come the end of the year (and hopefully see some tiny amount of progress). This isn't everything I cooked, because I ate normal boring dinners, and all, that aren't even worth talking about. Anyways:

1) This was a cauliflower cheddar soup (with a little side of spicy cucumbers). Besides french onion soup, I've never been a huge soup guy so the positive side of that, is if I make a soup, I don't have a strong opinion about whether it tastes lousy...? I just don't have a lifetime of eating soup enough to be like "Oh this is bad soup." So I remember this tasting pretty decent, but was I right? I don't know!

2) Not pictured: I tried to make a red wine reduction sauce over the weekend, after seeing BBC partyboy Rick Stein cook one up on one of Pluto TV's food channels. (They have an all BBC food channel on there). That did not go well-- that just got away from me. I think I didn't reduce it down much, which is a problem when it's a reduction sauce. I don't blame Rick Stein, though.

3) Not pictured: I made a cold soba with a sort of cashew butter sauce. It was pretty bad! I'm not posting a photo of that one-- no one needs to see that. Without a photo, there's no proof it happened!

4) This was tonight's dinner-- it wasn't so bad though I think you can see my technique on the scallops left a lot to be desired. But it's seared scallops on top of a bed of corn, pepperoni, garlic and grape tomatos. The corn/pepperoni mix worked, but the recipe I was following had me sear up the scallops before making the corn, and they cooled down a little more than I was hoping while I made the corn mixture. (I think they wanted me to get the fond of the scallop into the corn, and maybe that worked, but I felt like there was a tradeoff there). I probably wouldn't have combined those ingredients on my own if I didn't have a recipe (especially because I usually avoid tomatos when I cook), but that tasted pretty good, all in all.

[happi-tree]

Terrow and/or oakworthy?

Hey, Rae! Hope you're having a beautiful day 💜💜💜

First up: Terrow!

While they're not my absolute favorite of the kiddad ships, I love them and also their potential dynamic! I diiiiiid have a fic idea lined up for them at one point that is still very dear to me so mayhaps. Eventually. I'll give it a shot sbdfakbffs. I think they'd be SO cute together and... I don't want to necessarily say good for each other bc like there still would definitely be issues but maybe the two of them would actually be one of the pairs to talk out their issues. I really think Terry and Sparrow have such an interesting dynamic to explore - they're both such observant people and kind of the therapist friends of the group by default (Sparrow as the lovewolf, Terry as the son of a therapist). I'd love to see how they'd navigate a relationship together - it's something that holds a lot of potential to me!

Up next: Oakworthy!

THEY ARE. SOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD I NEED THEM TO KISS I NEED THEM TO KISS PLEASE FOR ALL THE GROSS TEENAGERS OUT THERE!!! Okay now that that's covered I think Oakworthy actually has so much depth to it beyond them being gross weirdo overdramatic rival(!!!) silly guys in love (though that very much is an important and vital part of their appeal). Normal and Hermie are both struggling so much with their identities this season and kind of. Foil each other in that respect. And what is SO interesting to me in the aftermath of episode 31 is where it all goes from here (obviously). Like, Normal's entire life has been turned upside down with the revelations about his family, the discovery of his powers and his attunement to the Doodler, and he threw off the identity he so desperately clung to in order to help his friends fight for a better world and save his family and fix this catastrophic mess. And now, with Teeny stolen, there's a very real chance that Normal can never get that part of himself back, creating even MORE identity issues and problems in the process (Normal is a cleric and Teeny is his idol, and having that taken from him is devastating on so, so many levels as both the source of his power and of his personal beliefs and ideals). On the flip side, Hermie ALSO had no idea what the fuck he was getting into - he just wanted the costume, but he just had to commit himself to the performance and in the process he learned that (1) something is inherently fucked up with these teenagers and also they're probably the only ones who can stop,,, whatever happened to Tony Pepperoni at the dance, (2) the world is ending apparently? has been ending???, (3) he's adopted, and (4) he's never been human because he's actually half non-euclidean trickster and half demon. Like, the "I'm either disassociating or this is who I am" line is SO MUCH to me actually. He just wanted to do something for his school and then he ended up with his entire identity stripped away from him! Who is Hermie? How is he supposed to know? And then, after everything, he goes and circles back and steals the mascot outfit - and, I might be eating my words with this one come Tuesday, so take this with a grain of salt - he steals Teeny, and this reads to me like he's doubling down on the person he used to be and reprising that role in an attempt to mentally push down those feelings of not knowing who the fuck he is anymore. Which, you know, valid! But his actions are stripping away a huge piece of Normal's identity in the process, therefore rendering Normal incapable of doing the very thing that Hermie is attempting to do - use his previous persona as a sort of safety net, a safer place to return to from a bygone era when things were simpler and he was just a regular kid, more or less. And I think that there's something pretty poetic about that.

Oh my god, that got long. Um, yeah, anyway, I think the world needs more representation of disgusting weirdo-for-weirdo teenagers being in love and I think Oakworthy should be that representation. Please I need them to kiss. Like. Pretty please I'm begging.

[diospyros-kaki]

Turns out I still very much hate cooking.

Long rant under the cut, of course.

Sooo. Today was pasta day, which is a lot of work (why the fuck did I ask the father what he would like to eat), and since I know this and, well, hate cooking, I woke up already in a bad mood (mentally, if it makes sense, because my anger tends to be the quiet kind. I don't huff and puff or yell or slam doors or whatever, though I can be curt depending on circumstances. I prefer to go to a corner and bottle up and die from it someday).

Anyway, cooking in general takes a lot from me and the result is often simply passable, so I expect to invest time and energy and reap frustration. And since I came to the childhood house, all meal prepping goes on me, because the father is a shit cook and is unwilling to learn because, get this, it takes a lot of time that he could better spend on his own needs/interests. Funny. But uhh I'm getting off track I think. The point is every time we go grocery shopping I get more spices in the so far futile hopes of getting the smallest reward for my efforts, because by the time I'm done and we get to eating I can't taste anything anymore. Anyway, so, the pasta I've been making consists of, well, pasta, grinded meat and store bought tomate sauce (I know, hang on) that I touch up with real stuff, but this time I had to make almost each one of those at a time because I was so irritated I couldn't watch everything at the same time (see: left the pasta in hot water for too long after turning the heat off and overcooked it). All in all, this time around everything together (other than what I cited above) consisted of:

One real better-suited-for-salad tomato;

Two real better-suited-for-sauce tomatoes;

One whole onion;

Something like half a dozen garlic cloves;

Bell pepper;

Tasty-but-not-spicy pepper (don't know the name in English)

Black pepper;

Pepperoni pepper;

Basil;

Oregano;

Parsley;

Nutmeg;

Ginger because I was desperate;

Bacon;

Salt.

And what did I taste once I was at the table? Bacon. And not even overpowering, just kind of there. Every time I try to go heavier on the spices, and every time it still tastes like nothing. At this point I don't know if I'm doing something wrong (still putting too little somehow, since my hand is independently cautious, or at the wrong time or with the wrong technique, etc...) or if it's simply the effect of being overexposed during the process.

The father's opinion doesn't help: he can only say it's good, but there are several problems with that: first, he gets hungry early, meaning if lunch is anything past one thirty in the afternoon (which is what happens more often than not because *I* don't get hungry that early and making lunch is a bitch) he eats quickly without tasting anything; second, I actually doubt his capacity of tasting, or at least paying attention to flavor, because of things such as he didn't smell the potato he left in water to sprout going bad, or, he seemingly can't tell very well the peculiar taste of the store bought sauce (I use it to puff up the sauce because making enough of it completely from scratch gets expensive); third, he is very much unknowledgeable in food making in general by his own volition.

Like, what should I do at this point, put the whole herb packages in?? I'm using dry herbs, is that the problem???? Fresh might be more complicated to obtain... Is it overexposure even if I still can barely taste it in the next day? Is it too little spice? Is something wrong in the process? Is something wrong with *me* somehow? (I doubt that is the case, I can taste other things as normal) Also I forgot I wanted to try olive oil instead of regular oil this time, maybe it could make the smallest difference. Should I just go for more outlandish seasonings?? If so I'm open to suggestions.

I feel like giving up, honestly. Just use simple pre made seasonings and stuff where I can and call it a day, since I am seemingly wasting my own efforts apparently only for the benefit of someone who can barely appreciate it (the problem is, pre made often does taste stronger, but also... not badly but uh dunno, weird. Distinctly pre made, you know?) . It's all too tiresome and makes me hate cooking even more. And asking the father to help is useless, because as I said he knows barely anything of the subject, and he's also taking care of providing our bread and cakes* for breakfast and snacks so he thinks we're even.

(*He wanted to spend less on groceries and have better quality things to eat, so he bought a machine for that; all he needs to do is put the ingredients in and clean up afterwards. There's no machine for making lunch tho.)

In short: cooking is terrible and I will probably hate it forever.

[goron-king-darunia]

Annon-Guy: I like good old cheese pizza and I dip my pizza in ranch too 😋, so when you said that Marta would 300% dip hers in ranch, I whole heartily agreed with you. Pepperoni and Canadian Bacon are good toppings too. Never pegged Alice and Decus to like anchovies though. What pizza do you like Darunia?

Pepperoni with Canadian bacon sounds like a great salty and spicy combo! I figure that since Alice and Decus are outcasts and somewhat misunderstood that they'd like anchovy. After all, anchovies on a pizza that's already salty and oily from the cheese don't really taste bad or different. They're just a flavor enhancer. A lot of good food has anchovy in it that most people don't know about. Worcestershire sauce for example is a pretty standard sauce in barbecue and lots of sauces are based on it. Worcestershire sauce has anchovies! So does Caesar Salad Dressing. It's the same with a surprising amount of food that has fish in it. Lots of fried rice recipes for example call for oyster sauce or fish sauce even though they don't taste like seafood. Anchovies are a source of deep, rich, meaty umami flavor. We know Alice likes meat from the doodle in the end credits where Decus is trying to offer her a bouquet but she's just thinking about a big shank of meat. So I bet Alice really really likes anchovies because they add a lot of that same richness as meat does. And Decus likes anchovies because he's a huge SIMP (affectionate) for Alice. Plus, anchovies are usually thought of as a smelly ingredient because a lot of people don't like the aroma of fish. Maybe after all that Eau de seduction, anchovies smell extra delicious to Decus? Also, I almost forgot that Lloyd and Kratos don't like tomato! I know a lot of people that don't like tomato do actually enjoy tomato dishes, like ketchup and pasta sauce and pizza because a lot of people who hate tomatoes hate the gooey fluid sacs that protect and hydrate the seeds but enjoy the flavor that comes from cooked tomato. So I'm not sure if Kratos and Lloyd are red sauce or white sauce enjoyers. I'm going to tentatively change my answer to say that the probably prefer white sauce, but since I doubt we'll get an official answer from Bamco on that, I reserve the right to also think they might indeed enjoy red sauce. As for me, I enjoy most ingredients, but mushroom, sausage, egg, onion, and pepperoni are my favorite toppings! I also really like Thai Chicken Pizza! Or I remember liking it. I haven't been to anywhere that serves it for 10 years! But mom reminded me of it recently and I really want to try some again. So I guess that makes me closest to Richter and Emil. Which isn't entirely on purpose. We know canonically, or at least through word of God, that Emil likes meaty things (the skit where he asks if Colette can cook steak is canon, but we also heard from Bamco not that long ago that Ratatosk and Emil really like fried chicken) and we also know from canon that Richter likes herbs. While this doesn't necessarily mean he likes spicy things, he seems like the kind of guy who would, partly because I have a friend IRL who's a lot like Richter who also enjoys spicy things! And liking herbs also doesn't mean he likes vegetables, but I think he probably does because, if we remember the out of game materials, he and Aster start researching a way to fix the climate problem because it's impacting the world's vegetable supply. And as a half elf who likes herbs, I gather that he probably wasn't exposed to lots of junk food either, so I bet he also really likes the special treat of both fresh produce and rich, fatty meats like sausage and pepperoni. So yeah, that's my logic for these few! As for myself, my usual order is probably a supreme because that's what my mom likes and I just pick off what I don't like. I enjoy red bell pepper but I don't enjoy green, so I usually pick off green bell pepper. I don't hate olives but I don't like them very much either. They're a little too soft and salty for me so I may or may not pick them off depending on how lazy I feel. But otherwise, anything that comes on a supreme is usually good. If I ordered for myself, I'd be either Emil or pretty close to Richter! Can't go wrong with a classic slice of cheese though, so sometimes, especially if it's cheaper, I'll just get a slice of cheese pizza. Garlic sauce is bae, too.

Also I really like cream cheese with the crusts at the end! If I don't have garlic sauce for the crusts, I prefer to eat them with cream cheese over ranch, but honestly, yeah, crusts with ranch are pretty damn good. It's considered trashy, but, like. If it tastes good, then it fucking tastes good. I'm actually really curious to try anchovy pizza, but I'd want to split a slice with friends first before committing to it as a topping. I know I like the taste of anchovy because I like most if not all sauces that have anchovy in it, but I don't know what the texture is like because I don't usually eat small fishes. So I'm not sure if the mouth feel is good or not. I can be really picky about things that have a slimy or too soft mouth feel. But I'd be very curious to try! Also, despite all the hubbub about pineapple on pizza I don't HATE it. I will eat it if it's the only kind of pizza left. But honestly, pineapple is much better by itself and pizza is much better without it. But I am on the pineapple pizza hatred bandwagon more because outrage is funny and less because I actually hate it. But if you gave me a choice between getting a $10 gift card and a pineapple pizza or a $5 gift card and a pizza of my choice, I'm taking the $5 giftcard deal. Middle of the road dislike. I will eat it if friends order it, but I won't go out of my way to purchase it for myself. I also like white sauce and red sauce pretty equally! Probably a slight preference for red sauce because I usually like the acidity, but honestly, I've had some tasty pizza with white sauce in my time and I'd be down for that all the time.

[absoloutenonsense]

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[honeyimthedevil]

Tattoo artist AU

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Word count: 2,2K

I wrote this for a friend's birthday and they let me post it

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Peter cleaned the exes ink from the fresh tattoo and wrapped it. He explained to the person again what he can and can’t do and then walked him out of the salon. He changed the needle, cleaned the stool and sat down, waiting for his next client.

A sleek car pulled up in front of the salon. One very good-looking man got out of the Audi and looked at the sign on top of the shop. He opened the door, making the bell over in jingle.

Peter turned around at the sound of the bell and smiled.

"Welcome to Peter's tattoo studio! I'm Peter. How can I help you?" He walked up to the person, who turned around to face him.

"Hello darling," the man smiled back at him, "I believe I have an appointment to get my first tattoo"

Peter's mouth watered at the sign of the man in front of him. The male looked strangely familiar and very very handsome.

Peter reached for his notebook and looked over the names.

"You're Tony Stark?"

"The one and only" the man answered.

"Come with me, sir"

"Please, call me Tony"

"Okay Tony. You can sit here," Peter pointed to the stool, "Do you know what kind of tattoo you want? And where you want it?"

"Yes, I know what I want. But before I tell you, your tattoos look phenomenal!" He complimented, looking over Peter's arms.

"Thank you, Tony. Will you tell me what I'm gonna be doing, please?"

"Yes. Yes of course. I want it on my side. Here's a picture" Tony got a phone out of his pocket and scrolled a little before turning it to Peter. The boy took the phone in his hands and observed the picture. It was a single red rose with the words 'love is love' in cursive along the staple.

"Okay," Peter gave him back the phone, "Can you send me the picture. You can get comfortable. You can just lift your shirt or take it of, whatever you're comfortable with"

Tony took of his shirt, revealing his scared chest, and threw it on the chair next to the bed. He was quick with sending the picture, then he lied down on the side that wasn't getting tattooed.

"Take your time, Pete" he said, looking around the room. The boy took the colors he needed and put them, along with the gun on the rollable table. He went to the computer and clicked a few buttons. The printer at the corner of the table buzzed and a single sheet of paper appeared.

"How old are you?" Tony asked, looking over Peter.

"I'm gonna tell you only if you tell me first" the boy said, taking the sheet, a spray bottle and cotton balls and putting them on next to the gun, on the small table.

"I'm 45. Now you" Tony answered.

"You don't look 45. I thought you were 35 at max. I'm 19, turning 20 in a few months"

"You're young. I, to be honest, don't remember that part of my life really well"

"Why?" Peter asked, turning to Tony, "oh, sorry. That's a personal question. You don't have to tell me"

"It's okay. I was drunk most of the time, and high, and I don't mean I was tipsy kind of drunk. I was completely wasted. I stopped drinking anything other than beer when I was 30"

"Oh. I haven't tried anything other than beer. I'm still underage" Peter said.

Tony nodded, falling silent. Peter rolled his chair to the bed and put on gloves. He opened the bottle and poured some of the liquid on the cotton.

"Do you want it here?" Peter pointed around the middle of Tony's side.

"Yes"

Peter ran the cotton over Tony's skin and then threw it in the bin. He placed the print on the disinfected stop and pressed it for a few seconds, then put it aside.

"It's not supposed to hurt much. Tell me if it does" he explained, preparing the gun.

"Okay, Pete"

The boy turned it on and the room was filled with the buzzing sound. Peter made the first line and wiped the exes ink.

"How did that feel?" He asked.

"It didn't hurt at all. You can continue"

Peter nodded and continued with the stem.

"Tony, can I ask you something?" The boy said, breaking the silence.

"Of course"

"You seem very familiar, have we met before?" He wiped away the ink again.

"Do you buy New York Times' magazines?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

"I was on the cover a few months ago"

"You were?" Peter asked, amused.

"Yeah, because I confirmed I was gay. It's been a big scandal over the years, my sexuality"

Peter got lost in his thoughts for a second.

"Wait, you're Tony Stark, the CEO of stark industries?"

"The company is mine. I'm not CEO, though"

"You're a millionaire!" Peter exclaimed.

"A billionaire, actually. Don't treat me differently because of my money. I've had enough of that"

"I won't" Peter nodded.

"Can I- can I tell you a secret?" The boy asked.

"Um, yeah, if you want to"

"I'm bi. Nobody knows, well, except you"

"Still in the closet, I see. I completely accept you. Anything else you want to get of your chest?" Tony asked.

"I'm still virgin. Don't laugh at me please. I just haven't found the right person yet"

"I'm not gonna laugh at you Pete. It rare to see that these days. Let's be real, I'm the one in the wrong here, losing my virginity at 14" the man explained.

"You were 14?"

"Yep, and it was with a prostitute. I'm not proud of it" Tony wiggled.

"Don't move" Peter gripped Tony with more force

"Sorry"

An hour later Tony's tattoo was ready. Peter wrapped it and let the man sit on the bed.

"If I, hypothetically, asked you out what would you say?" Tony suddenly blurted out.

"Hypothetically, I'll say yes" Peter answered.

"When do you finish work? I'm gonna get you"

"You're my last client for today"

"Oh, then I'll wait for you to close and then imma take you for a coffee maybe?"

"Yeah, coffee sounds good" Peter smiled at him.

Peter started tidying up the studio, while Tony sat on the stool asking if he can help with anything and the boy saying no every time. Thirty minutes more later they were walking out of the shop.

"Is this your car?" Peter asked, pointing at the flashy yellow Audi parked in front of the studio.

"Yep, my favorite" Tony unlocked said car and opened the passenger door for Peter. The boy sat in and the man closed the door, going to his seat. He breathed in the smell of the car and started the engine, driving off.

"Which coffee shop do you prefer?" Tony asked.

"I make my own coffee at home. You choose, I don't know which is good"

"I make my own coffee as well. Do you wanna come to mine?" He proposed.

"Well, if you don't mind having a stranger in your house" Peter said.

"You're not a stranger. You're Peter" the boy chuckled.

"Okay, we can go to yours" Tony nodded and continued onward.

With the music in the background, the car drive was filled with chatter. They entered the suburbs and Tony parked before one of the fanciest houses Peter has ever seen. They entered the house with Tony being welcomed by his AI. Peter looked around amazed.

"Wow, this place is amazing" the boy exclaimed.

"Thanks," Tony said, leaning on the dark leather couch, "How do you like your coffee?"

"With lots of milk"

"Of course," the man chuckled, "you heard him, J" he told, looking at the ceiling.

"Okay, boss. One black coffee and one with a lot of milk will be ready in a minute"

"Thanks J. Do you mind if I go change?" He asked Peter.

"No, not at all. I'll advise you not to put a shirt on though and you can unwrap the tattoo, let it breath"

"Okay, I'll be back in a sec.

Tony walked down a corridor and Peter was left alone in the living room.

"Mr. Parker, your and sir's coffee are ready and are in the kitchen, the second room on your left"

"Um, thank you Jarvis"

Peter went to the kitchen and took the two steaming cups in his hands. He put them on the table in the leaving room and sat on the couch. Around a minute later Tony was back, now in a pair of sweats with white socks and no shirt on as Peter said he should do.

"Thank you again, the tattoo looks amazing" Tony said as he sat down and taking his cup.

"Well, after all, that's what I do for a living"

A comfortable silence fell over them, they sipped on their coffees.

"Do you plan on going to university?" Tony asked.

"I wanted to go. I was supposed to be in MIT, they accepted me and everything. But then I discovered my passion for tattoos after getting my first one when I was seventeen. I opened the studio when I was eighteen, almost two years ago. And I love my job, it pay the bills. So what else can I want?" Peter explained.

"That's good, that you like what you're doing" Tony agreed.

They started a small chat and before they knew it it was dark outside. When Peter acknowledged that he said, "I should better get going. I don't wanna bother you"

"You're not bothering me, Pete. And since you're already here, why don't you just stay for dinner as well?"

"Well, um, okay. I guess I can stay for dinner" the boy agreed.

"Amazing! I won't try to cook anything because I would probably poison you. What pizza do you like?"

"Pepperoni or margherita"

"JARVIS, order one pizza pepperoni and one margherita, please" Tony said.

"They're on the way sir," the AI said a minute later, "and will be here in twenty minutes"

"Thanks J"

"No problem, sir"

When the pizza arrived Tony put the two boxes on the table in front of them with a pile of napkins.

"Do you wanna watch a movie while we eat?" Tony asked.

"Why not. What movie should we watch?"

"I don't know. I heard that new animated Disney movie was good"

"Do you mean Frozen?"

"Ah, yes, that one. Do you wanna watch it?"

"I don't see why not"

Without saying anything else the movie started playing on the TV.

At the scene where Anna turned to ice and Elsa's love turned her back to life Tony looked at Peter. The boy was crying.

"I guess the tuff  guy isn't that tuff" the man said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I have two arm sleeves of tattoos, yes. That doesn't mean I'm though. I'm actually very feminine. I wear panties and I like lingerie. I would wear skirts and crop tops but I'm scared of what would people think" Peter said through tears, clearly not thinking what he's saying.

"You wear panties?" Tony asked. The boy nodded and stood up, pushing his jeans down, showing his round ass in those black lacy panties he was in. He then pulled his pants back up and sat down wiping his eyes like he didn't just showed his ass. Tony stood there looking shocked. Peter turned to him and looked at him confused.

"Why are you.... I just showed you my ass" the realization hit him like a hard rock.

"Uh huh, you did" Tony agreed, still looking shocked.

"I'm sorry, I- "

"Your ass is amazing," Tony interrupted, "I like you even more now. Wanna see it again too"

"You wanna see my ass again?"

"Yes, and to squish it in my hands"

"I have an idea"

Peter stood up again and took of his jeans, leaving them on the floor. He crawled on the couch and lied on Tony's lap, ass up. The man looked down at him even more shocked than before.

"You'll let me touch your ass?"

"Yep" Peter wiggled, making his ass jiggle.

Tony's hands settled on the roundness, giving it a squish, making Peter giggle. He didn't move his hands after.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" Tony asked.

"Okay," Peter shook his head, chuckling, "but I have a better position for that" he moved so that he was sitting in Tony's lap, their chests pressed together and the man's hands on Peter's ass again.

"Yeah that one is better" Tony said.

They didn't talk much after that. Peter stayed cuddled in Tony's chest and soon found himself drifting off. His head was tucked in the crook of Tony's neck, the smell off his cologne filling the boy's nostrils. When the man realized Peter was asleep he stood up, the boy still in his arms, and walked to his bedroom. He put the boy down and lied next to him, cuddling him from behind. Tony fell asleep too, with Peter in his arms and said boy's ass pressed against his crotch.

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Which OTPs would you pick as your top 10? I'm guessing in no real order: Lorelai/Luke, Lizzie/Darcy, Klaroline, Mindy/Danny, MerDer, Literati, Emma/Knightley, Pepperony, Mondler and, um, maybe a pair from Game of Thrones?! (I don't watch GoT, so I'm clueless there) How'd I do? :)

You did awesome, actually! You know me pretty well because you hit most of my major flailing, can’t-stop-obessing-over-these-two-dorks OTPs. It’s super hard for me to limit myself to only 10 because I have like 50-some listed on my OTP page at the moment and I still have more to add lol.

For sure, though, I’d say these are my tip-top OTPs: (in no particular order)

-Javajunkies

-Klaroline

-Braime aka Jaime and Brienne (they’re the couple from GoT and I’ve been in a trash bin of fic for them for months now, and I don’t think I’ll be climbing back out for some time)

-Literati

-Darcy and Lizzie/Anne and Gilbert (Had to put these two ships together since they’re my beloved book OTPs)

-Pacey and Joey

-Mindy and Danny

-Gendrya aka Arya and Gendry (I’m on a bit of a GoT kick lately always)

-Merder, Slexie, and Japril (Don’t you love how I keep cheating?)

-Pepperony

-The Doctor and Rose

-Mondler

Some of my other current/new-ish OTP obsessions include:

-Jurdan aka Jude and Cardan from the Folk of the Air series

-CoNic aka Conrad and Nic from the Resident

-Jack and Rebecca from This Is Us

Do you see my problem? I have so many book and TV OTPs that it’s  impossible for me to choose!