#my throat feels like sandpaper and all tight too 😭😭

[yunwooz]

i’m someone very confident and comfortable in my sexuality and i’ve been very lucky to not feel too confused over it but it’s my gender that’s the issue TT

[webslingingslasher]

Oh I just thought about something, (it’s always frat!Peter related when is it not?) what does frat!peter do when trouble faints for some reason in front of him, I feel like situationship or bf he would totallyyy panic right? I can just imagine him standing wide eyed like 😳

i feel like u also sent this..... u ain't slick!

'yesterday me and my friends were hanging out outside and i forgot to eat and drink all day and i passed out in the middle of the sesh 😭 can i get a frat!peter scenario??'

i mean, he does have spidey senses so maybe he feels a little off but can't place it. he'll sit next to you in case shit goes down and he needs to cover your body or get you out of there safely. peter's gone quiet, he's still included in the conversation but the better part of him is trying to place that icky feeling.

it's dialed to nine hundred when you loop your arm around his elbow, he looks right over at you, he thinks you're the reason his senses are going haywire.

'you okay, trouble?'

your blink quick, black dots are everywhere. your tongue feels thick, it's work to push the words out. they slur, 'i think i'm gonna.... pass..' your head smacks into his shoulder, you're limp against him. your hand drops, peter pulls you tight so you don't fall backwards.

'oh shit,' he's not sure what to do, his heart rate picks up. peter's a smart guy but when the person he cares for most passes out he feels frozen. does he call for help, slap you awake, pour water on your head?

you answer for him, slowly raising your head with a groan. it was ten seconds but it felt like a lifetime to him.

you smack your lips, you can't remember the last time you had water, it sounded heavenly. your vison is blurry, you went from seeing black to looking around disorented.

'what happened?' your hands slap around the table, you can't find your water bottle. you can't remember if you grabbed it this morning. your throat feels like sandpaper when you swallow spit, peter can't stop looking at your sluggish movements. his brain hasn't caught up.

'water,' that's all it takes for peter to wrap your arm back around his, making a point for you to squeeze him for dear life. he's handing over his personal bottle, heart rate settling when you choke it down.

you're not shy, you gulp every drop through the plastic straw. when nothings left but empty slurping sounds you set the metal down, gasping for air.

'wow, that's good.'

'are you okay?' peter can't think of what else to say.

'yeah, i don't think i had any water today. or food, do you have anything?' peter's busy rooting thorugh his backpack, he has to have something, even if it's a granola bar. 'i feel snacky, you know what i could go for? one of those sandwiches with white bread, the kind that sticks to the roof of your mouth?'

peter breathes out rushed, 'yeah, it's all gummy too.' his shoulders relax when he finds a crushed pack of oreos, at least it's something. he slides it to you, 'eat these and i'll take you home and make you a sandwich.'

you shrug, sounds like a good deal to you.

peter moves to wrap his arm around you, tucking you under his shoulder. he gives several kisses to your temple.

'thank god you're okay.'

you almost teased him, but his relief makes you feel warm. you accept his doting.

'i'd be better with a sticky sandwich.'

peter wipes crumbs from your mouth, 'lets go. you're piggybacking.'