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Ok it's headcanon time what do you think Peter's reaction would be when him and his friend who've been bffs for years and are very comfortable with physical touch suddenly starts to pull away from him cause she saw him flirting with another girl at thier college mixer and so she starts to pull away from his physical touches cause she feel like she should finally be able to move on from him and start her college life without pining after him all the time and slowly peter starts noticing that she always give him affection when he needs it on his tough days but refuses his touch even when he remotely comes near her
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just so you know
tasm!peter x fem!reader
a/n: sorry this took ages, i forgot how to write (there was a more perfect gif but tumblr hates me)
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âwhatâs going on?â
you look up again, meeting uncertain eyes with a fake sense of amusement. you know what youâre doing, and so does peter.
âwhat?â you tease, running your hand over plastic price tags and years of dust, staring down at ceramic mugs and tiny scentless candles.
peter puts his hand on your back, walking with you, and as a subtle and graceful friend, you quickly move away from him, pretending to kneel down and look at a set of plates.
âthat. thisâthis thing that your doing.â peter points to you like itâs a physical entity. some thing youâre holding just to hurt him. a handful of tricks.
âlooking at cat mugs?â you ask, eyebrow raised.
âavoiding me. pretending like you havenât been evading every question iâve asked.â
you frown, but donât look up. you finger a curved handle, swallow and let the lies slip from your mouth without any effort. if youâve been distant from peter recently, itâs nothing but an accident. a practiced maneuver. âiâm not avoiding you.â
âyou havenât looked at me all day.â
âiâm looking at you right now, peter.â and so you do.
peter smiles, laughs a bit, his chest rising and falling, but itâs frustrated. he runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head. and then he bends down and wraps his hand around your arm, pulling you up before you get the chance to stop him.
and you would stop him, you know, if he hadnât already pointed out that youâve been doing it all day. for at least the past week.
his touch burns, like a singe on your already red wounds. and even though heâs smiling at you, being as gentle as peter always is, you can see your tension, can feel your own hesitation in his skin.
âdid i hurt you, or something?â he asks, biting the inside of his cheek. âi know weâwell, weâre not um, that hesitant with being close, touching and stuff, but if i did something accidentallyââ
âyou havenât hurt me, peter.â
âokay⊠then whatâs going on? do you need to discuss boundaries with me?â
âwhat?â you laugh.
âiâm not trying to make you uncomfortable,â peter says, softly, like youâre some breakable thing. âi just want to make sure that youâthat weâre okay.â
âof course weâre okay, peter.â
and then, thatâs not quite true.
when you look into peters eyes, itâs not an auburn storm that you see. itâs not even yourself being reflected in his irises.
itâs flashing lights and music that made your head pound. thereâs sticky floors and too many peopleâso much air, and too much breathing in such a small room. you see people laughing and singing, hands and bodies intertwined like it would hurt to be apart.
and itâs all sort of beautiful and disturbing, all sort of a lotâbut then, thereâs familiar hands, running up an unfamiliar body. peter had asked you to dance, but you knew it was only so he could laugh because he knew that you couldnât.
when you look into peters eyes you see her. and thereâs such a strong fire ignited in your chest, such a vehement jealousy that you have to look away.
you have to physically pull yourself away from him just so you donât feel like that. just so you can tell yourself that itâs not fair.
âweâre fine,â you repeat, softly, and you look away from him. turn away, so you can block yourself away from his all too knowing stare.
you donât pull away from his hands, but god do you want to. you want to take a break from him, a break from all of this until you can promise yourself that you just donât care.
that you donât crave his side stepping and hand holding and resting your head on his shoulder or leaning against his chest. that isnât fair.
you clear your throat; you canât lie to him, and itâs not like peter is going to let you. âitâs justâŠâ you start, stepping towards him and then away. âi donât know if lindsay would be comfortable with it.â
peters face flinched, he tilts his head at you. âlindsay?â
âi donât want to get in the way of anythingâŠâ
âget in the way of what?â
you meet his eyes and laugh. âcâmon, peter. youâre not as discreet as you think you are. there was that night at the club and then the âstudyâ dates youâve been going on.â
âthat wasnât anythingââ peter is quick to get out, but you shove his shoulder, pretending your laughter isnât painful.
âsave it, loverboy. if you want to hold someoneâs hand,â you tease, âit should be your girlfriends. i was surprised you even asked me to come gift hunting today.â
peter swallows. âsheâs not my girlfriend.â
you nod, turning away from him. âyeah, okay.â
âiâm serious. weâve been working on a project for bio-chem, thatâs all.â
âiâm not blind, peter.â
he walks when you do, leaning his head down until he can see your face. âdonât you think iâd tell you if started dating someone and it was serious?â
âum, no, not really. we donât ever talk about that stuff.â
âyeah, because you get weird whenever i bring it up.â
âi donât get weirdââ you say, turning to glare at him. heâs closer than you expected though so whatever you were about to say falls into the air. it blows away with the feel of peters breath on your cheek.
âi would tell you,â he says, âif i had a girlfriend.â
you lean away from him, taking a deep breath in. âokay, peter. but the point still stands. you shouldnât be holding hands with me while youâve got a girl whoâs waiting for you to get your head out of your ass. or stop lying. whatever.â
âi donât want to hold her hand.â
peters voice is soft, and his hand is gentle as it lands on your waist. he pulls you to him, like heâs sure that youâre going to run away.
âwell now i know why you donât have a girlfriend.â
peter chuckles, staring down at you with burning eyes. and this time, when you look at him, you see only a secret catching fire. âi donât have a girlfriend because i want to hold your hand,â he whispers, a finger brushing up against your jaw.
âo-oh.â
you stare at him, unsure what else to say.
what other announcements need to be made, what other proclamations you should probably get in writing.
peter smiles again, wider. he lets go of you and turns so his shoulder is to you. and then he grabs your hand.
âjust so you know,â he says, smirk far too much.
just so you know.
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