#||..asks | peter parker

@frvckles​ asked: 🤝for peter SEND  🤝  FOR MY MUSE TO STOP YOUR MUSE FROM LEAVING BY GRABBING THEIR HAND

it’s a moment of sheer panic-- what else is he to do? beaten up, bruised, peter nearly trips as he rushes to stand, grasping at ollie’s hand in what he thinks is probably a futile attempt at stopping the blond from leaving. there’s fear, genuine fear, behind those dark eyes, silently begging for oliver to turn around.

and stay.

“i-- just... please, ollie-- please--” beck’s illusions had taken every aspect of his nightmares and exploited them, turned them on peter in ways that were just simply too horrific for him to stomach. even now, he’s not sure if his eyes are playing tricks on him, whether this is all real or not; in the back of his mind, ollie’s crumbling beneath his touch, just as he’d done when the snap occurred.

“i-i know i told may i was fine, but--” and here’s where it all falls apart. tongue flicks out across split bottom lip, the boy wincing, his grip almost seeming to falter as dizziness sets in once again. it isn’t just may that he’s lied to about being fine, about being eager to get back into the suit and on the streets-- it’s everyone, oliver included. “i-i’m not.

e-- every time i close my eyes, i-- i just-- i see...” he can’t bring himself to get the words out; they’re stuck in his throat, lodged so deeply he fears he might just choke on them. instead there’s a pause, his chest heaving. peter’s starting to feel just a bit lightheaded.

@frxncaise​ asked: 💝 | for peter send 💝 to give my muse a box of chocolates

it’s... for him? nobody ever gives him anything for valentine’s day-- other than, well... his aunt. (not that he doesn’t appreciate the gesture coming from may, but it’s just not the same.) peter rather sheepishly takes the small box of chocolates from her, holding them close to his chest. “i... you really didn’t have to. seriously. but-- but thanks.”

@frvckles​ asked: 💋 | for peter send 💋 to kiss my muse

their first valentine’s day together-- peter hopes it’s their first of many. he’s pulling books out of his locker for third period physics, slamming the door shut only to find oliver standing there, beaming. peter barely manages a quiet “hey--” before ollie is kissing him, nearly causing the teen to drop his books.