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Part Of Your World ~ p.p

chapter four: where the people are

pairing: Peter Parker x mermaid!reader

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“Where are you going?”

Peter froze in his tracks when he heard Mays voice coming from the kitchen. He recognized that tone. That tone meant she was suspicious of something and usually, she was right to be. Peter walked back into the kitchen and put on an innocent smile.

“The bathroom. To tinkle.”

“Again? You were in there a long time before dinner.” May pointed out and rested her chin in her hands. Peter gulped, knowing that was her interrogation pose.

“I know. But I drank a lot of water during dinner.”

“Oh, I see. Why don’t you go in this one?” May asked and pointed to the hallway bathroom.

“You caught me.” Peter forced a laugh. “I have to deuce and I like to do it in the privacy of my own bathroom.”

“Hm.” May nodded, not sounding convinced.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just noticed that you’ve been spending a lot of time in the bathroom lately. A lot more than usual. But you’re always showering in the hall bathroom for some reason. Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“No.” Peter gulped and avoided eye contact. May raised an eyebrow and Peter caved.

“Fine. You caught me again. I’m re-grouting the tile in my shower and I can’t use it until the cement dries.” He lied as his eyes darted to the side.

“Re-grouting your shower?” She asked, not sounding amused.

“Oh, yes. All the kids are doing it these days. My current grout simply will not do.

“Uh huh. Well, I wouldn’t want to stop you.” May said and waved him on. Peter let out a sigh of relief and went to his bathroom.

“Can’t wait to see it when’s it’s done!” May called after him.

When Peter got to his bathroom, you were in his bathtub eating from a box of Goldfish.

“Is this what real fish tastes like? Because I finally understand fishing.” You said as Peter locked the door behind him.

“No, honey. That’s not what real fish tastes like. Not even a little.” Peter said and nervously paced the bathroom floor.

“Are you okay? You’re whiter than stripes on a clownfish.” You asked when you noticed Peters face.

“No. I’m not okay. I think May is getting suspicious.” Peter admitted.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because she just interrogated me about my bathroom habits and she hasn’t done that since we discovered I was lactose intolerant in the fifth grade.” Peter shouted in frustration.

“I’m sorry. I promise I was quiet. But I’ll do better. It won’t happen again.” You said and shrunk into yourself. Peter stopped pacing and knelt down beside you.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s not your fault. I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at the situation.” Peter assured you as cupped your face.

“But your voice got loud.” You said quietly.

“I know. I’m sorry. I won’t raise my voice around you again.” Peter promised you. You nodded your head and reluctantly believed him.

“Did your dad yell at you a lot?” Peter asked quietly. You looked wistfully at your tail and thought about all the resentment it represented for you. It looked just like your fathers, so you were reminded of him every time you looked down.

“I think our only conversations were him yelling while I stayed silent and pretended I was anywhere else.”

“He’s never gonna find you. You did exactly what he always told you you’d never be able to do. He’s gonna he miserable at the bottom of the ocean forever while you get to run this city.”

“What if the spell doesn’t work? You can’t keep me in this bathtub forever. What if I have to go back?” You whispered in fear. Peter didn’t know you’d been worrying about that and stroked your cheek with his thumb to comfort you.

“That’s not gonna happen. The spell is going to work. And if it doesn’t, I’ll build a huge swimming pool right here in my apartment.”

“Peter.” You laughed skeptically.

“I’m serious. I’ll flood the place. I’ll flood the whole building.” Peter insisted, making you laugh. He laughed as well and when your laughter died down, he leaned in for a long kiss. When he pulled away, he looked longing into your eyes.

“I’d do anything for you.” He promised you. Your expression changed and Peter saw something different in your eyes.

“Peter?” You said in a soft voice. His heart started to pound and he had a sneaking suspicion that you were about to tell him you loved him.

“Yes?”

“I ate your soap.”

“I feel the same way.” Peter sighed happily. “Wait, what?”

“I didn’t realize it wasn’t food at first. I thought it was candy.” You admitted as you handed him a bar of soap that was almost entirely eaten.

“You got this far into it before you realized it wasn’t food?” Peter asked in disbelief as he took the remaining chunk of soap from you.

“It tasted like blue.” You said simply.

“Your stomach is gonna be hurting you tonight.” Peter warned you. “Wait a second, how do mermaids go to the bathroom?”

“I’m in the bathroom right now, aren’t I? I got here because you carried me.”

“No like, how do you use the bathroom?”

“How would I use a bathroom? Use it for what?” You asked in confusion.

“Let me rephrase. Can you pee? Oh my God, do you pee out of your bellybutton?” Peter gasped and poked your bellybutton.

“No.” You laughed and moved his hand. “I have a cloaca, silly. Haven’t you ever wondered how mermaids reproduce?”

“Yes, but I was never gonna ask because it felt inappropriate.” Peter admitted.

“I’m your girlfriend. Nothings too inappropriate to ask. I’m curious about humans the same way you’re curious about mermaids. Besides, I like that you’re inquisitive. It makes me feel better about asking you everything.”

“You know the word “inquisitive” but I had to remind you the word for street?” Peter mumbled out of the corner of your mouth.

“Why are you still hung up on that?”

“Is just doesn’t make sense sometimes. You know so many words and then will ask me what the hand at the bottom of my leg with the tiny fingers is called.” Peter pointed out.

“Feet. I remember that one.” You said proudly.

“Okay, what’s this?” Peter tested you and held up a toothbrush.

“Doohickey.” You answered like it was obvious.

“Toothbrush.” He corrected.

“Why would you brush your teeth?” You scoffed. “They don’t even have hair.”

“I’ll drop it. I’m sorry.” He held up his hands in defense.

“Oh my gosh. Was that our first fight?” You smiled in excitement.

“No, honey. That wasn’t a fight.” Peter chuckled.

“Oh.” You frowned.

“You seem disappointed.”

“I just want to be like the humans. And I notice that they fight a lot. Especially at the beach. Like when the men forget the towels in the street boat.”

“That’s called a car. And yeah, humans do fight a lot, don’t they?” Peter chuckled. “But we won’t be like that. We won’t fight.”

“Oh. Okay.” You replied, seemingly slightly disappointed that you wouldn’t be like the humans.

“But if we ever did, I promise I want make my voice loud, okay? No more of that.” Peter assured you.

“Thank you.” You smiled gratefully.

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s get you some real food.”

“No thanks. I’m pretty full from the soap.” You said and handed him a second half eaten bar of soap.

“Oh God.” Peter groaned.

The next day at school, Peter could not stop looking at the clock. He had tuned out his professor before the class even started because all her could think about was the mermaid in his bathroom.

“What’s the matter? Your leg has been bouncing all day.” Ned leaned over and whispered.

“I’m fine. I just really need to get home.” Peter said as his eyes flicked to the clock again. The seconds seemed to be moving more like hours and he could hardly take it anymore.

“Why?” Ned wondered.

“I’ll explain it to you soon. It’s just a little hard to put into words right now.” Peter whispered back. He normally told Ned everything, but trying to explain the mermaid in his bathtub felt like a daunting task at the moment. Ned would definitely have a million questions and Peter didn’t have any answers quite yet. Finally, the professor ended class and Peter bolted home. He swung as fast as he could and crawled in through his bedroom window before opening his bathroom door.

“Honey, I’m home-“

“Hello.” May cut him off, making him freeze. All the color drained from Peters face as he surveyed the situation. May was standing with her arms crossed while you sat in the bathtub behind her with a pajama shirt of Mays on.

“Peter, what the fuck?” May said through eerily calm smile. “This doesn’t look like tile re-grouting to me.”

“Oh, hi May. How are you this fine Tuesday?” Peter smiled innocently as he began to sweat.

“Dear nephew, please enlighten me here as I seem to be a little confused. Am I tripping balls or is there a mermaid in your bathtub?”

“You’re tripping balls.” Peter said immediately.

“This looks delicious, thank you.” You said to no one in particular before opening a bottle of Peters body wash and squirting it into your mouth. May and Peter watched you in stunned silence as you swallowed what was on your mouth.

“Mmm. That’s nice. What is it?” You asked and wiped the blue body wash off your mouth.

“Peter.” May smiled calmly. “Care to explain?”

Meanwhile, you had squirt some shampoo into your hand and were licking it off. Peter watched you and sighed before turning to May.

“I don’t know what to tell you, May. You’re clearing tripping balls. And during the work day no less.”

“Please don’t mistake my measured bank tone for calmness as I am filled with waters of rage.” May began.

“Oh God.” Peter gulped.

“Why is there a mermaid eating body wash in your bathroom?” She finally raised her voice, making you flinch. Peter quickly escorted May out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

“Please don’t yell! She gets really scared by yelling.” Peter informed her.

“Oh, the mermaid in your bathtub gets scared by yelling? Silly me. How could I not have known about the fears and phobias of the fucking mermaid living in your fucking bathtub!” May whispered harshly.

“Language.” Peter gasped.

“Why is there a mermaid in your tub?” May asked again and angrily pointed to the door. As mad as she was, she didn’t yell out of respect for you.

“Because I love her and promised I’d get her some legs.” Peter blurted, making May let out a long groan.

“If your Uncle Ben was here to see this, I swear.” She mumbled to herself.

“I’m sorry for lying, May. But I didn’t know what to do. She needed to get out of the ocean fast and this was the best I could come up with.”

“She can’t stay here.”

“What? May.” Peter whined.

“Peter, I am your legal guardian. Do you know what would happen if CPS decided to do a spontaneous home visit and found a mermaid living in our bathroom? That’s got to be all kinds of illegal.”

“Then where is she supposed to stay?”

“Here’s an idea. How about at your billionaire friends tower where all the other mystical creatures you know live?”

“But I don’t live there. I wouldn’t be able to see her everyday. And they already judge me so much for that time I wore turquoise shorts. I can’t tell them about this.”

“Peter, what makes you think you can keep a mermaid alive? You have her in a tiny bathtub with nothing but two starfish covering her up and nothing but soap to eat.”

“She likes soap.” Peter defended.

“Peter, she’s gotta go. She doesn’t belong in a cramped tub. She needs to be free.” May said with sympathy.

“Well it’s not like I can flush her down the toilet, May.” Peter whined.

“Nobody suggested that. At all.”

“Then what am I supposed to do with her?”

“Take her to Tony.” May suggested. “He’ll know what to do.”

“How would I possibly get her there? We barely made it here in one piece.”

“I think I have an idea.” May told him.

Once the sun had set and they had the protection of the nights darkness, Peter and May snuck you out of the apartment in their biggest cooler and got you in the back of Mays work van.

“This is so cool! What is it called again?” You asked as you played with the handles of the cooler.

“A cooler.” Peter told you.

“Wow. I always seen humans bring these to the beach but they never take them in the water for some reason.”

“It’s usually meant to hold drinks. And my nephews mermaid girlfriend apparently.” May smiled tightly.

“Thanks. This was a great idea May.” Peter said once May started driving towards the Avengers tower.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get any ideas and start bringing home other mystical creatures. If I ever walk into our apartment and find a warlock, I’m kicking you out.”

“Would you let the warlock stay once I wad kicked out?” Peter genuinely wondered.

“If he paid rent.” May shrugged.

“What’s rent?” You asked from the back of the van.

“This isn’t one of those born sexy yesterday situations, is it?” May asked as she skeptically eyed Peter.

“Born sexy yesterday? You mean the film trope where female characters are simultaneously highly sexualized and highly infantilized so we as an audience are supposed to be attracted to their raw sex appeal as well as be charmed by their child like mind because they need the male antagonist to explain everything to them? Since they were both born sexy and born yesterday?” Peter asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Peter mumbled.

“Peter.” May said warningly.

“This isn’t like that, May. I swear. Y/n is really intelligent. She’s taught herself so much about the above world just from collecting things over the years. And she loves to learn. That was one of her biggest reasons for wanting to come up here. She just doesn’t know the name for a lot of things because she never had someone to teach her. So I’m filling in those gaps for her.”

“Oh. I see. You’re gonna be her teacher? You’re the one who saved her from her horrible life and taught her what it was really like to live?” May asked with a big smile.

“Yeah. I guess so.” Peter smiled at the sound of that. Mays smile dropped and he realized she was being sarcastic.

“You’re not her savior, Peter. Don’t forget that, okay? She is in a position where she has to rely on your for a lot of things. And she’s already feeling indebted to you for getting her out of the water. So I’m going to warn you right now. Do not abuse the power you have over her. It will not end in your favor.”

“I would never abuse my power. I would never do that to her.” Peter said quietly as he thought about what May said.

“I’m just saying. Don’t tell yourself you rescued her. You said so yourself. She is very smart. You didn’t teach her everything she knows. She taught herself and you filled in the gaps. You didn’t save her and give her a new life. She escaped from her old one with your help. Don’t let it go to your head that she was miserable until you came along and magically fixed her whole life. She will still face struggles on land. Lots of them. And sometimes, you won’t be able to help her. For both of your sakes, do not give yourself the title of her savior. You need to be equals. That’s the only way this relationship will work.”

Peter was quiet for the rest of the way to the tower. He didn’t want to admit this to May, but he had been thinking pretty highly of himself for rescuing you. He wanted to tell his friends all about how he heroically saved you from your dad and hide you in his bathtub because he knew it would make him sound cool. Peter looked at you in the rearview mirror and saw that you were craning your neck as high as you possibly could to see out the window. It was hard to see from your place in the cooler and Peter felt guilty for not putting you closer to the window. He shrunk down in his seat and briefly wondered if his reasons for bringing you to the shore were as selfless as he once thought.

It wasn’t long before May parked outside the Avengers tower and helped Peter carry you out of the trunk. Peter leaned down towards the facial recognition device at the front door and let it scan his whole face. You were silent as you watched him, your mind not even being able to comprehend what you were seeing.

“Tiniest avenger. Welcome.” FRIDAY confirmed as the door opened. The water in the cooler sloshed out of the sides as Peter stepped inside the tower. He brought you on the elevator and laughed to himself when you got startled by the moving floor. Once he got to the main room of the tower, he saw most of his team sitting around, silently reading or doing puzzles.

“Hey everyone.” Peter said casually. Everyone turned to look at him and froze when they saw you in the cooler in Peters arms. Your tail was flopping up and down over the edge of the cooler while you looked around in amazement. You could see the whole city out of Tony’s floor to ceilings windows. It was a sight you always dreamed of but never imagined you’d actually get to see.

“Uh, Peter, I didn’t think I had to specify this, but you’re not allowed to bring random mermaids into the tower.” Tony said flatly.

“She’s not random. This is my girlfriend, Y/n.” Peter said and proudly held you up. Everyone let out a collective sigh. Some hung their heads in disappointment while others narrowed their eyes at Peter in utter confusion.

“Of course you have a mermaid girlfriend.” Tony sighed. “Of fucking course you do. Why would I ever expect other wise? This is so unbelievably in character for you.”

“Hi Peters dad.” You smiled kindly and waved.

“Oh my God.” Tony sat down and rubbed his eyes.

“Mr. Stark, I know you have a rule against strays, but her dad is the mermaid king-“

“Of course he is.” Tony nodded.

“-and he forbid her from going to the surface-“

“Checks out.” Tony cut in.

“-and he found out about our secret interspecies relationship. He was gonna send her away.”

“So you want her to stay here?” Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Please? Just until she gets her legs. I can’t live without her.”

“Peter, where are we supposed to put her?”

“I have a sensory deprivation tank I’m not using.” Bruce said and raised his hand.

“Of course you do. Why wouldn’t you?” Tony said sarcastically.

“Is there water in it?” Peter asked.

“I can have it filled in less than two hours.”

“Where am I supposed to put her until then?” Peter wondered.

Peters question was answered by Tony showing you to his master bathroom. The bathroom was bigger than Peters entire apartment, so he felt a little better about keeping you there.

“You have a lovely bathroom, Mr. Peter’s dad.” You smiled as you swam around in Tony’s giant indoor jacuzzi.

“Tony is fine. And thank you. Pepper said it was tacky.” He scoffed as he showed you all the different colors the jacuzzi could light up.

“Oh no. I love the beach theme. I feel right at home.” You told him.

“Where is home, by the way?” Strange wondered as he came into the bathroom to officially meet you.

“The upper East side of the Atlantic Ocean.” You said simply.

“Oh. Sounds lovely.” Tony said sarcastically.

“I’m Dr. Strange, by the way. I’ll be the one giving you legs.” Strange said as he reached out to shake your hand. You looked at his hand in confusion, unsure of what he wanted you to do with it. He quickly realized his mistake and withdrew his hand.

“I apologize. I didn’t realize shaking hands was not customary under the sea.” He said to you. Peter stifled a laugh as it was the first time he had seen Dr. Strange being vulnerable.

“That’s all right. I really appreciate what you’re doing for me, Mr. Doctor Strange. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“I might have some idea. Your boyfriend was pretty convincing.” Strange said and nodded towards Peter. You looked at Peter and watched him smile shyly, so you blew him a kiss the way he had once done to you. Pepper then walked into the bathroom with a couple of bathing suit tops.

“Here. I brought you some swim suit tops that might feel a little more comfortable than….those.” Pepper said as she made eye contact with your starfish bra.

“Oh, thank you. Everyone here is so nice.” You smiled happily and accepted the tops. Peter saw you reaching for your starfish and quickly jumped between you and Tony.

“Mr. Stark, turn around right now.”

“Why?” Tony asked as Peter physically turned him around. Peter turned around as well just as Pepper let out a surprised gasp. She walked back over to Peter, Tony and Strange with a confused look on her face.

“Hey, so, your girlfriend just whipped her tits out like it was no big deal.” Pepper whispered to the two of them.

“She does that.” Peter nodded. “I think it’s a mermaid thing.”

“Great. Remind me to not be in the room when she gets her legs for the first time.” Tony smiled sarcastically.

“So this is really happening? Am I really getting legs?” You asked from behind them. Peter turned to look at you and saw you were wearing a black bikini top that Pepper had given you. From his angle, you looked fully human. He smiled a little to himself and grew excited for the day you really would be.

“If all goes according to plan, yes. I’ll be conducting a spell that transforms your tail into a pair of legs.” Dr. Strange answered you.

“And it’ll be permanent?” You asked hopefully.

“If you want it to be. I could also make it where you turn back into a mermaid when you’re submerged in water.” Strange told you.

“Maybe we should do that. In case you change your mind.” Peter said to you.

“I won’t.” You said confidently.

“You might. You might miss your dad.”

“I’d miss the land more.”

“Isn’t this your first time on land?” Tony pointed out.

“Yes. But I’ve dreamed of it my whole life. I don’t miss the sea. And I never will. I want the spell to be permanent.” You said definitively.

“Give it some thought. We can do the spell another day.” Strange suggested once he sensed the disagreement between you and Peter.

“I don’t need a day.” You insisted. “I know what I want. I never want to see my tail again.”

“We’ll do it tomorrow.” Peter told Strange, making you frown. You looked and Peter and wanted him to look at you, but he was still looking at Strange.

“Fine. Tomorrow.” Strange nodded and left the room. Tony and Pepper patted your shoulder before leaving as well. Once it was just you and Peter, you spoke up.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?” He asked and sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi.

“I don’t like it when you speak for me.” You said in a matter of fact tone. You weren’t angry, just trying to let him know how you felt. Peter was caught off guard by your statement and jutted his head back.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey. I didn’t realize I was speaking for you. I just really think you should keep the option of keeping your tail. Just in case you change your mind.”

“You don’t know what it was like down there, Peter. None of my decisions were mine. I lived in constant fear of being found by the bad men. So I spent my whole life wishing to be somewhere else. I’m free now. I can’t go back. I’m not going to change my mind.”

“What about your dad?”

“He has 7 other daughters. He won’t miss me.”

“I’d miss you. I imagine anyone who lost you from their life would miss you. There’s a space that you fill. I can’t be the only one who feels that way about you. What about your sisters?”

“They never understood me. They never understood what it was like to want the things I wanted. My sisters are happy in the water. They’re happy because they belong. And they always knew I didn’t belong. I will miss them, but I know that they’d be happy knowing I am happy.”

Peter nodded in understanding and leaned in to kiss you. After the chaotic day, you were happy to have this quiet moment with him. You didn’t want your relationship to get lost in the excitement of getting your legs. When Peter pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes.

“I swear, I’m gonna show you what it’s like to have someone actually love you. No more possession and having someone make all your decisions for you. No more feeling like you don’t belong. You’re going to be happy here.”

“We’re going to be happy here.” You corrected him with a smile. Peter kissed you one last time before letting you get some rest. He caught up to Dr. Strange in the hallway and stopped him.

“Hey, when we do the spell tomorrow, don’t do the one that will make her permanently a human, okay? Do the other one.”

“But she doesn’t want to ever have tail again. She seemed very adamant about that.” Strange titled his head in confusion.

“She thinks that’s what she wants. But I know she’ll regret it.”

“Peter, I’m not gonna do something without her knowing about it. I’m going to perform the spell that she wants, not you.”

“What about this? What if she only gets her tail back when she touches saltwater? She can still shower and go in the pool, but if she goes to the beach, she’ll return to a mermaid. That way, if she ever wants to go home, she can. We’ll call it the saltwater clause.”

“Did you clear that with her?” Strange asked, already knowing the answer.

“I will.” Peter nodded. Strange seemed content with that and walked away.

Peter looked back at the bathroom door and could hear you swimming around in there. He then thought back to what May said about him not being your savior. If you ended up hating your life on land because it didn’t live up to the fantasy you’d created in your head, he didn’t want you to be stuck there. Even though Peter knew you hated your old life, he wanted to preserve the option of returning to it. Peter made the decision to not tell you about the saltwater clause but make Strange think he did. He figured you’d never want to go to the ocean after spending your whole life trying to leave it, so he’d be safe from you ever finding out. May wanted to accuse him of acting like your savior, so he was going to selflessly preserve your choice to go home. Even if that meant one day, you’d leave him.

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snazzy-mushroom · 2 months ago

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To my fellow lactose intolerant people

If you ever look at a dairy product and think “oh I’m only a little lactose intolerant, I’ll be fine”

DO NOT EAT IT. THAT IS THE DAIRY DEVIL WHISPERING TO YOU SAVORY LITTLE LIES

DO NOT CONSUME THE FORBIDDEN ARTISAN GOOD LEST YOU FALL VICTIM TO THE WORST TUMMY ACHE IMAGINABLE

#im lactose intolerant #lack toes #do not listen to the dairy devil not matter how enticing their offers are #lactose intolerance #i hate being lactose intolerant

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mrsbsmooth · 8 months ago

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Just when I got my Jinnie back they take me away to CA?! How is this going to work. Cause if you think about it there are four singles (MC, OG li, Hari and Bea). It’s confusing cause we had to “couple” up with Hari for the challenge and same for OG li and Bea. I think I’m gonna play the loyal route and maybe flirt with Theo but gonna be respectful about it. But I swear if my MC comes back to the Villa with Jin recouple I’m gonna stop playing lol. I want my lactose intolerant baby back in my bed!

Honestly there are NO winners from this except maybe the girls on a Claudia route 😂😂😂 like fr.

What we did not get:

- confirmation we’re still WITH our OG LI

- confirmation Theo wants to be with us

- confirmation that we’re coupled with Hari

Like WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHO WERE CHEATING ON 😂😂😂 honestly watch me go absolutely girls gone wild at casa.

THE GUYS BETTER BE HOT!

How many girls are going to casa. Four? Bea, OG girl, Claudia, and us. Which means according to longbobmckenzie’s spoiler doc next week we’re meeting

Kyle, Liam, Max, and either {Shawn or Logan}.

There are also two girls (Shannon and Hazel) listed. One of them could be a future bombshell but AT LEAST ONE of the boys will bring a girl back from Casa.

For the love of God I hope it’s Oakley on my route 😂 poor Emel but it would be so funny 🤭

But let’s be real it’ll probably be Theo 😭

#litg #love island the game #love island game #litg s8 #litg spoilers #litg tempting fate

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absolutely-existing · 1 month ago

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OK- um, just curious, what's this about some lactose person haunting your inbox?!

oh i guess you’re not a suspect, interesting. thanks for the ask!

basically, a while back (around this year, mid-july) my good friend and irl bestie @sxmply-chikinuggies sent me an anon ask mocking me about my inability to consume dairy (i’m lactose intolerant). i very rationally said something along the lines of “biting you biting you biting you” x5

and so it began. i accused rosa, and she totally lied and said it wasn’t her. and so, as one does when involving their friends in drama, i updated her when a second anon arrived.

she admitted to sending the first anon, but claimed she had no clue about the second. after a couple more anons, the person started using the name lactose mcmilky.

rosa and i found this entire affair hilarious, and i continued to answer lactose’s taunts about various dairy-related foods (you can scroll through the #lactose mcmilky <3 tag on my blog to see most asks after the name emerged).

lactose’s asks were always on anon, always about dairy. at one point we pranked them by pretending i had a cat allergy. they came relatively frequently for a bit, and then they become pretty infrequent. i largely forgot about them.

but lactose reappeared, like, today, and a couple hours ago rosa and i seemed to be active at the same time as they were. they sent an ask, i tagged rosa and responded.

then, my beloved mutual hap (@/canofhappy) sent me this ask, and rosa and i started working on gathering evidence to find out lactose’s identity. it’s in the reblog chain.

at the same time as we were doing that, lactose sent more asks, and it was like, a whole thing. fun times.

i’ll admit you were totally on my list of suspects, for quite a while now, actually, since i think you started following me around the time lactose happened —but obviously you aren’t now.

and that’s pretty much the whole situation! as a sidenote, this is all in good fun, and if i didn’t feel comfortable about any of this, i would delete the ask. the mock outrage is fun but overall not serious <3

#asks #qibli <3 #lactose mcmilky <3 #<— since this is about them

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planet-crait · 2 months ago

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Wow I am even more off then I realized last episode was 13 I’m on 14? I think? Maybe I should like give the names incase I’m wrong current episode I’m watching is Peace of Pizza. Full disclosed now that we have had a glimpse of Devs life outside of school I’m going to be super impatient to see more.

Ohh Dev is in the title card will we see more of him this episode?

Oh Kindness day. Huh not a bad idea. I mean okay I’ve said this before but doing kind things even for selfish reasons can change peoples mindset and get them to continue to do good things and it works better with younger kids so not a bad idea. I have a feeling though even with the pizza reward getting Dev on board will be a problem.

Oh harsh uh getting everyone to participate or no one gets rewarded. I’ve never been a fan of punishing the entire class for one student or holding back a reward based on one student. It always felt overly harsh.

Hazel knocking the eraser off to pick it up really shouldn’t count lolz.

Okay Hazels impassioned speech while Mr. Guzman just stands their unimpressed is hilarious I can’t lie. And everyone getting all teary eyed. It’s over the top but it’s just so funny I can’t be mad.

Wait wait Dev doesn’t like Pizza??? What is wrong with Dev?? Poor Mr. Guzman that has to be painful like your eye?

Oh Aliens. Huh. Okay I was wondering when Aliens would make an appearance. Oh poor Cosmo and Wanda lolz. Wait how many negotiations have Cosmo and Wanda been to? Also wait pizza in the wrong hands??? I don’t understand? What is dangerous about pizza?

Oh poor Mr. Guzman he was so hopeful and Dev just throwing away an unopened milk he didn’t even drink? Not only mean but environmentally fucked. But like with how bad his dad is I’m not surprised.

Aww Cosmo you’re so cute and them being so in love it so adorable.

I am so invested in the hiding spots Mr. Guzman finds it’s just. So funny seeing where he’s hiding praying for Dev to do something nice. Ice cream pizza that sounds so good oh my gosh.

Uh what’s he going to do? Oh uh so he’s going to be a spoiled brat? I doubt it’ll go well against Dev. Yep just as I expected. Wait what? Uh. Okay? Also Dev is uh really cool with Aliens?

Why is the news there over an elementary school pizza party? I don’t understand? I gotta give props to the news anchor though she uh remained composed despite being hit with a pizza.

Oh my heart hurts a little Dev was so excited he thought his dad came. I doubt his dad was like ever there for Dev when he needed. If they make some sort of joke he wasn’t even there for Devs birth I really wouldn’t be surprised.

Wait why would you offer that switch to Dev?? How many times will that older not Timmy model be used this feels cruel. Ohh poor Pizza guy he’s so sure lolz. But also I feel like the world would be more panicked if all of an item suddenly vanished just. Just a thought lolz.

WAIT WHY DID ALL OF ITALY DISAPPEARED?? Oh Dev is lactose intolerant. Okay I get why he doesn’t like Pizza. Ohhh nice work Hazel. I’m very impressed lolz. And it works!! Look oh Mr. Guzman was so desperate to give him something. And I mean? Positive reinforcement for a good dead even if he caused the issue is a start? Especially with a kid who’s clearly got home life issues he needs all the positivity he can get.

Awww Dev. Thats really so cute. He’s so excited to have it but is still keeping up a mask. I wonder if showing excitement got him into trouble in the past? I also wonder if his dad just. Lied about lactose alternatives not existing? And eating pizza and such in front of him and not bringing lactose alternatives for him? OH! I wondered why Dev would take all the pudding just to give it away. That makes sense. I wonder if we don’t see him eating any pudding in that episode? I may have to go back and check.

I checked I totally forgot he ate the pudding. Either his dad lied about the lactose intolerance thing, this pudding doesn’t have lactose in it or it wasn’t decided til after this episode was done. Not a huge deal in the end lolz I’m guessing that they just hadn’t decided he was lactose intolerant yet when the pudding episode was written and didn’t think about it. Regardless I am curious if Dale just hates lactose free alternatives and lied about their existence so he could have his stuff and not have stuff he didn’t like in the house. Cuz Dev was really upset about being forced to watch his classmates eat and enjoy it, it makes me wonder. Regardless him not knowing lactose free options existed makes me so mad at Dale.

Next episode is A New Dev-elopement and I have heard this has more Dev stuff so I’m kind of excited! Also if I seem to have missed an episode let me know cuz I don’t want to accidentally skip any of em!

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elisysd · 11 months ago

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45.Lean on me when you're not strong and I'll be your friend

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Lean on Me - Bill Withers

Sitting in the middle of the engineering team, listening to the future project of car development for Ferrari, she felt at ease. Like she belonged there. Everyone had welcomed her with open arms and were quick to make her feel at home. She was still in her wheelchair and it made the visit a little bit longer than what the team lead had planned but if she was honest she was already knowing the building very well, to have come there a lot of times when she was younger.

She was trying her best to take some notes but was way too slow and that was frustrating her a lot. Martin was sitting next to her and could feel her tensing and sighing.

“Don’t worry, I’m taking notes, you can use them if you want.” he whispered to her.

“Can you make sure you take notes of all the data, especially about aerodynamics?”

He winked at her, showing her the amount of numbers already scribbled down on his notebooks.

“Like I said I cover for you.”

She smiled at him and listen to the rest of the meeting, a little bit more relaxed. When it was finally over she was one of the last to exit the room. Not because she wanted to stay to talk or to work a bit more but because she didn’t want anyone to see her struggling. Unfortunately for her, her dad knew her very well and knew exactly what she was about to do.

“Do you want me to take something for you? Or to help you with anything, Ju’?”

“No. I’m doing okay. I’m perfectly capable to manage.”

“I’m not saying you’re not.”

“I don’t want for people to think I’m a little fragile thing.”

“You have a broken leg and wrists, sweetheart. No one will think you are too fragile because I’m helping you. Set your pride aside.”

“I don’t want the team to feel sorry for me…”

“They don’t. They are very happy to finally have you onboard.”

She half-smiled before finally agreeing to let her dad pick up her bag and put her computer in it, before driving her to the exit. He escorted her out of the meeting room and to her own office. The room was completely bare beside the desk, the chair and a bookshelf against the wall. Her dad put her bag on the piece of furniture before turning to her.

“I let you settle down. I have another meeting with sponsors that starts in ten minutes… The nice thing about this office it that it’s next to the break room.” he added with a wink.

“Oh sponsors, nice. Have fun.” she said sarcastically.

“I will die out there. And it won’t be from laughing.”

He kissed the top of her head before leaving her. It was a bare environment that definitely needed some personalisation. But before that, she needed a coffee. She dragged herself to the kitchen, hoping no one would be there and she sighed of relief when she saw it was empty before immediately mumbling a ‘fuck’ when she noticed the mugs were placed way too high for her. It didn’t stop her from trying but failing miserable before she saw a hand taking the last remaining cup in front of her face. She was about to tell the person that had the audacity to steal her mug to kindly go fuck themselves when she saw it was Martin.

“We don’t have oat milk here but we have a Starbucks not far away, I can go there if you want something. I remember you saying you were lactose intolerant a while ago.”

“About that… I might have lied to you about it…” she said in a grimace.

“Oh…”

“Yeah. I wanted you to leave me alone back then. Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I understand. I was way to invasive and persistent with you at the time.”

“You really were.”

“Sorry, again. So a coffee to celebrate our new beginning?”

She nodded as he made her one while she was sitting at the table where he soon joined her with a very hot cappuccino that smelled amazing.

“So how do you find your new environment?” he asked, sitting in front of her.

“Nice. Nicer than what I had with Skoda. I don’t think you can get worse than a broom closet. And you, how does it feel to know that the car that will be developed is going to fit you at one hundred percent?”

“Stressful, not going to lie. It’s a lot of responsibilities. I’m just sad Elijah is leaving, you know. I had so much left to learn from him. I’m happy for him about his move to endurance, it’s bold but I would lie if I said that I didn’t want for him to stay for another year or two. Carrying the whole team, knowing they are expecting me to win or to have podiums and to drive everyone in the right directions. It’s a lot.”

“My dad wouldn’t trust you about it if he didn’t think you had what it takes.” she said, trying to reassure him.

“You’re dad is sometimes too nice. He always see what is best in people, trust too easily…”

“But he knows his job. And I’m sure you’ll have the right teammate to help you.”

“Do you know who it could be?” he asked.

“No idea. I don’t know who is available for next year.”

They kept on chatting a little bit more until it was time for Martin to run to a PR meeting as Julia had to meet with the lead engineer that would explain to her what she would be doing for the next few days. It was mostly readings and registering all the process. She was glad for it, she didn’t want to run around right now. She still had two weeks in a cast for her leg but her wrist’s would be removed very soon. Her dad had already asked for one of Ferrari’s physiotherapist to help her regaining a bit of mobility.

She was so caught up in her reading that she didn’t see that it was already lunch time. She felt like her day was already full but she didn’t want to sound like she was complaining. She slowly rolled towards the door right as her dad was passing by.

“Do you want us to have lunch together, dad?”

“I would have loved to but I have to meet Carlos, in about forty-five minutes…”

“Why? What is happening? He wanted us P3 before the summer break and we did it, what does he want now?” she was worried.

“I don’t know and I’m not sure I want to find it. But I have to. So I’m going to eat something quickly.”

“Oh… Okay. The I’m going to order something and eat here.”

“Don’t be stupid. Go mingle with the team, get to know them. You will be spending a lot of time with them… it’s better to start getting used to their presence.”

“I don’t want for them to feel like they have to allow me to tag along with them.”

“Julia… go. That’s your boss that is talking to you, not your dad.”

“I wondered how long it would take you to use that on me.” she shook her head, slightly annoyed.

“And I could get used to it!”

He smiled at her as she reluctantly made her way to the building restaurant. She took her plate of pasta bolognese and tried to find a place somewhere. She felt like she was back in high school and she hated it. She was about to turn around and leave when she saw Martin waving at her. She shyly approached him and saw he was with his team. He quickly introduced her to everyone as she took place next to him.

“We are happy to finally get to work with you, Julia. When your dad told us you would be joining we had a few doubts but he quickly reassured us when he told us that you would fit right in. We can’t wait to hear all about your ideas and Martin trusts you so… welcome!” said one of his mechanics.

She was surprised by how easily she could talk to them. They were all really nice and didn’t try to belittle her, always valued her point of view and were genuinely interested when she started to mention new discoveries in the engineering world. It was a nice change from Skoda. It was also the occasion for her to see how Martin was appreciated inside his team. He was not the last one to make a joke or was always asking questions about someone else’s wife, husband or children. She was surprised to see him remembering names of people he had maybe met once or twice. He cared about his team and it reminded her a lot of her dad. She could see why he had grown attached to Martin. They had a lot things in common. When she was done with her lunch, she excused herself and moved as Martin was quickly doing the same.

“Let me.”

“I’ve never taken you for a knight in shining armour. Be careful, I’m going to get used to it.”

“Oh don’t worry, as soon as you get rid of those casts, I won’t be in your way anymore.”

“Why?” she asked, surprised by his serious tone.

“I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“You said we were friends…”

“We are. It’s just… you were in a relationship two weeks ago that you’re still grieving, you’re injured, I don’t want people to think that you and I…”

She rolled her eyes in annoyance as Martin put the plates on the trail and guide her to the exit.

“I’m tired of always thinking about what people might think. I’m working on myself to not care about that anymore but it won’t help me if my friends care about it on my behalf.” she sighed in frustration, moving past him to go back to her office.

She moved to her chair as Martin followed her.

“And as for my relationship… yeah it still hurts, but I made a choice and I have to own up to it. It’s not easy. I miss him. I really do.”

“I’m sure he does too…” Martin said, kneeling in front of her. “He would be crazy to not miss you.”

“I’m not sure… he has been seen around girls and I know I have no right to get jealous or to feel hurt because I was the one who decided to break up but still… it hurts. And I know I’m the stupid one for searching his name in the research bar and to willingly watch the videos when I know it’s going to hurt me but… why do I do that to myself?”

“Because you love him. It takes time to mourn a relationship, Juls. It won’t happen overnight but you have to learn to protect yourself. It’s not healthy for you to keep following everything he does. You have to let go.”

“I’m not sure I’m brave enough.” she whispered her vision blurry from the tears.

“Allow me?” he asked, handing the palm of his hands in front of her.

“To what?”

“Your phone. Trust me on this.”

Reluctantly she unlocked her phone and gave it to him. He handed her back a few seconds later.

“I blocked his tags on your apps so you don’t come across pictures and I blocked him as well. Now, you won’t be tempted to search for him, anymore.”

“It’s something that I should’ve done when we broke up…”

“Now, you can start to heal, Julia.”

She smiled to thank him.

“You’re badass, Juls. You’re going to overcome it. It will take time but you have your dad, your friends, me. We will help you.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“I mean… sure?”

“You don’t talk about your past relationships…” she hesitantly started.

Martin gulped and looked away, slowly getting up and going to the window, his hands deep in his pockets.

“ She… Her name was Cecile. She was our neighbor’s only daughter and we were the only kids in the neighborhood so naturally we grew close to each other. I was spending all of my free time when I was not on the tracks at her place. She was my best friend. We went to school together and were basically attached to the hip. Wherever I would go she was there, and wherever she was I was around. Cecile and her family were the only ones that would come to the competition, the only ones that would cheer on me. So it was not a surprise for anyone when we started dating. We were fourteen. I still remember our first real date. It was stupid and completely cheesy but it was during Christmas time and I brought her to a Christmas Market in Warsaw. We went ice skating and I remember thinking: ‘I want to marry this girl one day.” It sounds crazy, I was fourteen and she was my first love but I swear, deep down I knew. She was the light of the party, so carefree, so full of life. She could always see the good in people, no matter where they were coming from.”

“She sounds like an angel.”

“When my career started to get serious and when I moved to higher categories and even when she couldn’t follow me anymore, she always made sure to send me a good luck text or a quick call. And I was racing for her, all the podiums and the wins they were for her. I wasn’t alone in the car, she was there. When I turned eighteen and was recruited in the Skoda Academy for young drivers, we were planning to move in together. She was just accepted into a fashion design school in Warsaw and I was so proud of her. I went into a jewelry store that day right after she told me the news and I bought an engagement ring. I was so serious about her. In my head, I was getting into F1, I was proposing to her and we would get married quickly after. She would come to the races and she would support me. We would be happy. We were going to be happy. I went to her dad and did that right, asking for his permission. I knew how close she was to him and I would never do anything without his permission. I remember his words: ‘You are like my son. I wouldn’t trust her with anyone else and I can’t wait for you to be part of the family, officially.’. I was going to do that on the day of our first date six years ago. I lit the candles, put on a playlist with her favorite songs, and cooked her favorite meal. I had sent her out with some friends, telling them to keep her occupied. They knew I was going to propose. One of them was supposed to text me when they would be near our place."

Julia noticed his hand going to his neck to play with a necklace, shaking a bit. He sighed before talking again.

"But instead of a text, I received a call and not from that one friend. It was Cecile’s dad. They were at the hospital. Cecile and her friends had gone into a car accident. A drunk asshole had crashed into their car after skipping a red light. Straight into Cecile’s side. She died on the spot. She didn’t even have the time to understand what was happening. I guess it's probably better this way, at least she didn’t suffer. I felt my world collapsing, if I’m being honest I don’t remember the following hours. I remember rushing to the hospital, her mom and dad were devastated, of course. It was a nightmare, I had just lost the love of my life right when I was about to ask her to be mine forever. I spent the year after not being able to step into a car without thinking about her and without feeling guilty. Guilty because driving a car for a living was what had ultimately killed her. I hated myself and I was about to give up on everything when her dad came to me and told me that she would have hated to see me giving up on my passion. He gave a photo album where Cecile was keeping up every single press article, pictures or whatever was related to me and my racing career. Her biggest dream was to see me become a World Champion, it was scribbled down. And from that day I swore to myself I would do it. For her. I would and I will never stop fighting for that title. I owe it to her.”

Julia didn’t know what to say. She could feel his pain from the other side of the room. It was heavy and it was everywhere, she could feel it in her bones. She saw him slightly turning towards her. He passed his hand under his shirt to take out the necklace he was often wearing.

“It’s the ring that I bought. I can’t find it in me to let go of it.”

“Martin… I’m so sorry… I had no idea.”

“It’s not something I talk about. But I wanted to tell you… You remind me of her. In so many ways and I think it’s also for that I was so drawn to you and so jealous of Ethan. I lost her once and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing someone who reminded me of her. It would have been like losing her twice. And I’m sorry because it’s not fair to you. And it’s so damn weird, but I couldn’t help it.” he gulped.

He shook his head as if it could make the memory of Cecile go away.

“I would have loved to get to know her.” she whispered, getting closer and putting a hand on his back.

“She would have loved you. I know she would have. It feels weird to talk about her. Weird but good.” he smiled a little.

“If… if you want to talk about her, I would love to hear more stories about her.”

“I think I would like to talk about her with you. She is someone who deserves to be talked about.” Julia nodded and put an arm around his shoulders and nuzzled her face in his neck as he slowly put his arms around her waist. They stayed like that until someone knocked on her door, startling them. When Julia told the person to enter she was expecting her dad, not the lead of the engineering team to come.

“Julia, I wanted to ask you if you had a few minutes to give me. I would need to show you the manufacturing plans of the car and walk you through the package we are bringing to Hockenheim. But if you are busy…”

“She is not. We were done. She is all yours. Juls… see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.” she repeated as he was leaving the room.

She spent most of the afternoon talking to Mario, the engineer team leader about the specificities of Hockenheim. She couldn’t work on the Ferrari for this year, officially, but it never meant she couldn’t give any input to the team or give her opinion on the setups. It was a loophole she was gladly abusing and as long as no one was saying anything, it was no harm. At least she thought so.

A part of her was dreading coming back to Monaco the next day. She didn’t want to risk seeing Ethan. She didn’t want to see him flaunt his newly single life in front of her. She didn’t want to cross streets that reminded her of him. And a lot of places reminded her of him. Way too many. From the schools, to the parks to supermarkets to the marina and the beaches. He was everywhere and it was making her anxious. If she could sleep in her office she would but she also knew that her dad would never let her. But it was not as if she had anywhere else to go. She considered for a moment asking Romy if she could spend a few days in Switzerland with her, before remembering that Kyle would be there and Julia didn’t really want to see him. She didn’t need another reminder of Ethan.

Her leg was starting to hurt from being in the same position for too long and she started to go to the little patio, in the back of the factory to breathe some fresh air. It was warm outside and she sat on one of the benches, taking her phone out of her pocket. Indeed, Martin had really blocked anything that was related to Ethan. She could unblock everything, it was so easy. But she couldn’t go down that path again. He was right, that wasn’t healthy. She needed to let go, once and for all. His number was the only thing that was still linking her to him. So, with deep breath, she blocked his number, not without letting out a sob. She went through her gallery. They had so many pictures together, beautiful and silly ones that she couldn’t get herself to delete. She knew she would regret it. She would keep them, she just needed to go home first and retrieve that freaking usb stick that Ethan had given to her months ago. She would transfer the pictures on it.

“Hey, you’re stealing my favorite spot in the whole factory.” said a voice behind her and she was not surprised to see Martin appear.

“Well, too bad it’s mine now.” she shrugged, making space so he could sit as well.

"How was the afternoon?”

“Busy. The PR team wanted to plan a few events for me to appear. Mostly charity galas and even a premiere for a movie in Venice. I really don’t want to go.”

“Premieres are fun. The after parties are even more amazing.”

“I always forget that your mom is an actress.”

“She is not anymore. Her charity is taking most of her time, she doesn’t act anymore. People are still wanting her but it doesn’t interest her. She says that she prefers to be in the backstages. It’s much more fulfilling for her, she feels useful.”

“What are you doing all alone?” he asked.

“I was thinking. I.. I blocked Ethan’s number. I can't delete the pictures. I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to. Baby steps, Juls.”

“I’m dreading coming back to Monaco… I have an appointment with the doctors in a few days but if I could only go there for that it would be nice. I’m really considering sleeping in the office. I have spare clothes anyway.I’m not ready to go back. Being here was an escape from a reality I don’t want to go back to.” she sighed, eyes lost in the distance.

“Well… Maybe you don’t have to.”

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, I’m going to offer you something but I don’t want you to feel like you have to accept. I’ll perfectly understand and won’t hold it against you if you say no. Remember when I said that I was spending the summer break in a house near lake Como? It’s totally isolated, far from everything and I have a spare room. It’s yours for a few days, until your doctor appointment if you want to. I train most of the day and when I don’t I just relax outside. It’s peaceful, it helps me to calm my mind. What do you think?”

“I… I think it sounds like something I need. Time for myself, time to see things clearer…Thank you.”

“We’re friends. Helping each other out when one of us feels down is what we do.” he said, as matter of fact, standing up and handing his hand to her so she would take it which she gladly did.

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superstar-ve · 5 months ago

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it’s 1 am and i can’t sleep so let me tell y’all abt my big back adventures at my granite a few weeks ago..

so in the morning (like 9 in the morning) i met up with my friends and we went to starbucks and i got a grande carmel frapp (basically fucking liquid cake 😭) and we walked to school for the bus .

i threw it out before i finished it because i started feeling guilty but i basically drank the whole thing 🐷

we got to disney and i didn’t have anything until around 2 my friend bought me a coke slushie (why didn’t i just at have water) ((also he owed me money it’s not like i’m using him)) and i drank every last drop because i have no self-control.

we had lunch at 5 pm at the pizza place in downtown disney and it’s was really good but i had THREE SLICES. let me explain. so the pizza is kinda small and it’s cut up into four slices. including me there were four people in the group so we all agreed that we’d get two pizzas and everyone gets two slices. (i really should’ve only ate one but i justified it because i wanted to celebrate my graduation.) anyway so we get the food and drink (my friend and i shared a coke but i didn’t really drink it bc i quit soda for a year for 2023 and ever since carbonation just rlly hurts my stomach) and tell me why they just didn’t eat at all ???

my friend that i was sharing w ate the two slices and i did too, but the other two basically didn’t eat??? even tho we all agreed on two slices each in the first place ?? one of the guys ate one slice and when we offered him his second slice he said we was okay and the other guy LIED ABOUT BEING LACTOSE INTOLERANT?? i’ve known you for three year U R NOT LACTOSE INTOLERANT

i basically pleaded w him to actually eat something cause he hadn’t eaten all day and was talking about how he was hungry the whole time we were at disney. after that my friend and i were stuck w the dilemma of do we eat the last to slices or throw it away. the reason why it was so serious is bc the same guy that paid for my slushie paid for everyone’s pizza and drinks and refused to let anyone pay him back (he tried explaining that he liked being i provider but lowkey i think he just likes my friend) so it was like do we just throw it away and let his $40 (too fucking expensive) go for waste or just eat it… obv i do what i always do and eat.

the coke i drank made my stomach hurt so fucking bad dude. i felt like it was cramping up and i was gonna explode.

around night time i bought a brownie from one of the shops cause i thought they were gonna heat it up it was gonna be good but it was not 😭😭 it tasted so fucking bad like those cheap chocolates you get from the dollar store or something. i think this was a sign from god telling me that i have to stop eating bc it’s literally not worth it 🧐🧐

there was a free coke station next to a coke dj (that’s a weird sentence) and the women gave me coke zero… another sign from god 🐷🐷

we met up w two other friends to go on rollercoasters with. it was funny tho cause one of them we walked past and out of all of us i think i’m the not that talks to him the most so like i waved at him and then two min later he came up to join us and he said it’s cause he was tried of watching them eat for two hours 😭

after that for the rest of the night i mainly hung out w him (also i gave him my gross ass brownie cause for some reason he liked it)

it was strange tho ,, not to be like narcissistic but i feel like he likes me cause whenever we would go on a ride he would always change where he was gonna go and somehow we’d always end up together on the ride. before gradnite ended he bought me a churro and we were suppose to split it half and half but he barely even touched it and told me i could have the rest. basically i ate the whole churro..

there were two busses and whichever bus u go in depends on ur last name. so him and i sat together while all of our other friends were on a different bus. and at some point it lowkey got romantic ⁉️🤨 omg this feels so weird to talk about 😭

during the ride back to school he started putting his watch on me. the first time he got that watch i was joking around w him and being like “oh let me have it” or something like that and he told me “lowkey i think my wrist is smaller than urs” HUMBLED ME FR

idk he was lowkey struggling to put it on me (NOT CAUSE IM FAT BUT BC IT WAS DARK) and i feel like that just added to the mood 🤨

something about its being 3am and watching him put his favorite watch on me in the moonlight and basically just holding my hand for five minutes cause he couldn’t figure it out rlly got to me 🧐

i tried giving him his watch back but he told me i could keep it and when we got off the bus he hugged me goodbye and in the moment it was fine but looking back on it i feel so self conscious

what if i didn’t feel small, what if he had gotten a feel of my rolls, what if my stomach had smoosh into him and suffocated him, what if he felt how big my arms are once i wrapped them around him.

i hugged other people goodbye after that but i tried avoiding it until they’re like “no cmon give me a hug” NO I DKNT WANNA GIVE U A HUG ULL FEEL MY DISGUSTING BODY

idk how many cals i has this day but i had 27k steps so hopefully it canceled out 😊😊

thank u for hearing my rant (nobody is gonna reads this)

#@n@ tips #@na dairy #tw ed but not sheeran #high bmi ed #light as a feather #light as a 🪶#thinspø #tw ana bløg #tw ana rant #ed rant #calories #@na vent #@n@ diary

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