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“you flinched” + “are you afraid of me?”

with tasm!peter or any marauder you write for :)

angst with happy ending because i’m angsty but not that angsty y’know :/

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hellooo 🌞!! i'm so so touched by your message; every time i hear stuff like this my heart just melts. i did something quick for this one; hopefully the ending is happy enough for you. i was lowkey sad when writing this, but i just kept telling myself "you're his shot of espresso, you're sunshine," etc etc and even though angst comes concerningly easy to me, i'm determined to produce something fluffy in the future!!

i know you'd never

pairing: tasm! peter parker x gn! reader

warnings: arguing, angst and asshole peter (temporarily), hints to bad parent-child relationship, swears

w/c: 1.8k

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“are you even listening to me?” peter scoffed, running his hands through his hair and tugging hard. it was a habit he’d picked up recently; being spiderman was growing more time-consuming and juggling school, his social life, and his superhero responsibility was leaving peter irritable and exhausted.

you nodded aggressively to place emphasis on your response. you didn’t feel like fighting today. *not that you felt like fighting with peter ever.) today had been particularly rough—you’d already quarreled with harry during english when you’d clashed over character interpretation and fussed over mary jane’s boyfriend when he’d made her cry in the bathroom.

“i- i’m sorry. yes, i’m listening,” you gulped, scratching your hands anxiously as you tried your best to maintain eye contact with peter.

 you could feel yourself shrink as the apparent power imbalance intimidated you into breaking the eye contact you had been fighting for. you were sitting timidly on the corner of peter’s bed while he was standing and looking down at you, upset.

“then why the fuck did you- god, you knew my showing was next week! i’d told you about my schedule too! so why. have you lost. my camera?” peter seethed pacing back and forth in his room.

“i’m sorry! obviously, i didn’t mean it! i don’t know what you want me to do; if i knew where it was, i’d give it to you!” you defended yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. as much as you didn’t have it in you to fight, you’d never been the type to let yourself be demeaned or attacked.

“well, i have a right to be angry! i let you fucking borrow the most important thing i have because you wanted to take pictures of your stupid fucking friends, and now my camera is gone. i have the darkroom booked for tomorrow and i don’t have any goddamn pictures to develop. do you know how hard it was to find an opening?”

you lept to your feet, sick of peter’s unwarranted disrespect. “don’t talk to me that way!” you threw your hands in the air in exasperation with a loud huff.

peter narrowed his eyes at you, examining your face, eerily quiet. you stared right back at him, challenging him to try and continue yelling at you.

instead, peter began to stalk forward, slowly, like a silent panther creeping towards its prey. you tilted your head, unfamiliar with this certain movement. you imagined it might be something peter did while donning his spiderman suit. now he was using it on you.

with each step peter took forward, you stepped back. it was a game of cat and mouse, and you were the rodent obviously losing. when you bumped into the foot of the bed, your knees buckled and you stumbled forward into peter’s chest. he took you by the shoulders and your eyes widened from the unexpected force.

“p-peter?” you choked, eyes flickering between peter’s fuming ones. “peter, let go of me,” you whimpered, mind taking you to darker places you’d never wanted to associate peter with. 

you’d had enough fighting in your life. parents, friends, people you’d trusted, and internal battles that’d taken years to overcome. you were tired. you hated yourself for being the reason that you and peter were fighting; you two rarely fought.

peter closed his eyes, jaw clenching. when he opened them, he let out a long, shaky exhale to calm himself down. but stepping back, the claw-like grip of his fingers on your shoulders releasing, didn’t stop him from jutting an accusatory finger out at you.

“you. you- i don’t know what you’re doing here. bold of you to run off to mine just because you aren’t getting along with daddy and mommy. you can’t just… use me like that. i’m not your therapist, or someone you can take advantage of and use their stuff, or an endless supply of forgiveness. i’m- jesus christ, you make me so fucking mad somet-”

you flinched. hard. the last thing you wanted to do was show even more vulnerability or make peter feel like he’d had some sort of effect over you, but you couldn’t control it. try as you might, you’d never been confrontational. you’d never even been good at pretending to be.

your voice cracked as you apologized for flinching, citing it as a gut reaction and nothing that peter himself had triggered. peter knew better, however.

“i- oh my god, i’m so- shit. shit, shit, shit.” the anger dissipated off peter’s face in a heartbeat, his outraged expression melting into one of shame and concern. he moved to touch you, which was his and your to-go way of comforting each other, but hesitated midair. it broke his heart to realize that his touch, the one thing you’d always trusted to keep you safe, was now the thing you feared.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands.

“no- baby, look at me. please,” he begged, voice wavering in a way you hadn’t heard since the last time you and he visited his uncle ben’s grave. your heart fell to your feet and managed to shatter into pieces on his carpeted bedroom floor.

“i’m the one who should be sorry,” he sniffed. cautiously, you peeked through your fingers and saw a regretful face before you, nose tinged pink. “i didn’t mean- god, i’m-” he stuttered, rubbing his eyes furiously. you were afraid he might rip out a few eyelashes.

“are you scared of me?” he whispered, so terrified that it almost sounded like a whimper. that did it for you. you’d never heard peter make a sound like that before.

your hands dropped from your face and slowly found a place on peter’s forearms. you took a steeling breath before forcing yourself to lock your eyes with his once more, something you’d been struggling to do this entire time.

“i- i’m not scared of you. i know you’d never…” you sighed, feeling a flash of guilt as you remembered how you’d compared peter to a predator only moments before. he was never predatory. he was the one person in the world you trusted most.

“i’d never hurt you,” peter finished. “i’d do anything to make sure you never got hurt. that nobody hurt you, and that i’d never hurt you. purposely or accidentally or physically or- or emotionally, or, um, spiritually,” he blabbered, eyes darting across your face to search for signs, anything, that revealed even a hint of discomfort from you. he found nothing.

“i know,” you whispered, your gaze still locked firmly on him. “i’m sorry.”

peter squeezed his eyes shut. “don’t apologize,” he said after a long pause. “you’ve been apologizing this whole time. i should be the one apologizing. i yelled at you, and then i made you scared, and that’s my fault. i was the one who made you scared, so you shouldn’t apologize for being scared,” he insisted, his hand slowly—and finally—creeping up to cup your cheek.

you shivered slightly at his touch but leaned into it, craving the contradictory feeling of comfort and distress that his hand was bringing you.

“i had no right- nothing i said to you was okay.” peter sighed, looking anywhere but you. you continued to examine his face in worry. (for yourself or for him, you weren’t sure.)

“i’ve been so overwhelmed with school and spiderman and… other things, and i took it out on the one person who’s been by my side the entire time, supporting me, and that was so stupid of me, and i’m so, so sorry.” he stifled a groan. “and none of that was fair to you. you deserved nothing from the way i treated you. everything i said… it was all wrong. i don’t really believe any of that,” he reassured you.

peter felt a warm presence sink into the palm of his hand. it was a single tear. you’d lost control of the silent emotions that’d been heating in your face the entire time, and slow signs of hurt were beginning to leak from your eyes.

“you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, love. i’m so-” he choked out a laugh. “i’m so stupid sometimes and god, i’m the luckiest man in the world to have someone continue to stick around every time i fuck up, and you,” he punctuated his next words with butterfly kisses to the tip of your nose, “are the most generous of all.”

you broke from your trance, finding it in yourself to giggle softly, much to your and peter’s surprise. you’d never let anybody talk to you like this for no reason, much less peter, but you’d never hold a grudge against someone who was genuinely remorseful, especially peter.

he pulled away from you and you couldn’t tell if you wanted him to leave or not. he sat a couple of inches next to you on the mattress.

“y’know, the reason i was so freaked was because i actually… the film was pictures of you,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at his feet. “and i freaked at you because i thought you wouldn’t get to see you which is so dumb and-”

you smiled wobbily. peter felt a soft set of lips press against his effectively silencing him. it was a quick, chaste kiss, one that peter honestly did not deserve, but he’d always loved you for your generosity. now was one of those moments.

“we all do stupid things,” you sighed, “like me losing your camera. but i swear, i’ll find it. or i’ll at least help you. and the fact that you took- you did your project with pictures of me, god, i’ll never be able to understand that.”

you rose, presumably to search around his room for the camera, before peter grabbed your hand more delicately than usual and looked up at you this time, pleadingly. you quirked your head in question.

“i don’t need my camera right now,” he practically whined. “i love the thing, but not nearly as much as i love you. please, let me help you understand. let me help you understand why i want to photograph you. why i want to immortalize you and remember you forever and let everyone see you the way i see you, like art.”

you melted simply from the way his fingers threaded themselves between yours like they were crafted just to hold your hand. you nodded.

when peter pulled you to his chest and peppered your face with kisses, you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch this time, instead of pulling away. peter had always been your comfort, your home, your protection. he’d loved you for a year and he’d promised he’d love you for more. the fear that jolted through you for just a second was only momentary. his love for you was lasting, or in his words, immortalized in film.

you trusted peter enough to forgive him.

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OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

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The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

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[moondoll]

so… I half jokingly reblogged this yesterday cos I thought it was a nice picture… and was like oh wow I only get wishes on birthdays what would I wish for?!?!?! how about gainful employment L0L … and like… I have a job now? That I never applied for? That someone just called me up and said “here, have this”? In a place I really really like? So like… h8ers gonna h8 or something

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[ghostdog07]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

[j-aws]

yay its back.

[moondoll]

so… I half jokingly reblogged this yesterday cos I thought it was a nice picture… and was like oh wow I only get wishes on birthdays what would I wish for?!?!?! how about gainful employment L0L … and like… I have a job now? That I never applied for? That someone just called me up and said “here, have this”? In a place I really really like? So like… h8ers gonna h8 or something

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