hunger

He’s not sure how it slid out of place. Maybe it was the small earthquake last week. Maybe he slammed the drawer too hard the last time he closed it. Either way, the edge of the yellow cover glares up at him, freed from its usual hiding spot between the two pairs of jeans that he’d outgrown years ago.His hands move before his brain does, taking the corner of the journal and pulling it out from the drawer. Peter starts to flip through the pages, several dozen having been completely filled out with weekly weigh-ins, calorie counts, body measurements… The sinking feeling in his chest grew deeper with each page as he watched the dates fly by, until he hit the middle of the journal, where he’d abruptly stopped recording everything during his first semester of college and chaotic move-in to this apartment. Apparently it was nearly two years ago.A lot has changed in those two years.His mind is already picking apart the numbers in everything he’s eaten this week, and Peter is starting to think that he is not one of those things. In which Peter Parker needs help, and Wade doesn't know how, but he'll try his damn best.

don't you love it when you were supposed to write a quick 2k fic and suddenly you've got 10k with 4 chapters.