Peter Parker x Reader

Don't Need to be Scared

A/N- All credit goes to the writer on Tumbler

Pairings ---> Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You and Peter go to a haunted house, but clowns really freak you out.

Warnings- Sus behavior, saliva, fear, kisses.

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Your shoulders shot up, the muscles tightening and cramping up until Peter's hands smoothed over the top of them. It had just been the wind blowing a plastic water bottle, skidding across the walkway leading up to the haunted house. He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, before you remember to play it off as a shiver and wrapped his fleecy jacket tighter around your body. Peter's eyes trailed off, focusing on something behind you, and it was your turn to trade looks of suspicion, a ball of fear preventing you from turning to see what he was eyeing up.

"Peter, what are you looking at?" you tried to maintain an unshaken, confident tone but the nerves had seeped through to your words. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, they returned to their previous tense state as you abruptly spun around on your heels. A scream escaped your lips and your hand flew to cover up your mouth at the girl standing much too close for comfort. Her white wisps of hair were loosely tied into two pigtails, trailing all the way down to finally end at her hips. Thick, black, fake eyelashes made her bloodshot-red eyes pop out of her pale skin, smears of lipstick strayed from the intended spot.

Giggling like a little girl, she picked up a strand of your hair and twirled it in mini-circles over her fingers, reaching out with her other hand to examine your own hand. You wanted to pull yourself away but Peter's hands slid down to your waist and he made everything a bit less frightening just by being near. She bent down closer to the sidewalk until she was mere inches from your shaking fingertips, and stuck out her tongue and licked your finger. Laughing at your horrified expression, she skipped away to find someone else to scare. Swiveling around to face Peter, you ferociously rubbed your hand against the fabric of your jeans, disgusted as he couldn't hide his shy grin from you.

"What was that! The–they aren't allowed to touch you, right?" you gushed out, eyes searching out for Peter's warm ones that reminded you of hot cocoa and marshmallows. A pelt of laughter flung from his lips and he hunched forward, shaking in laughter as you gently pushed him away and sent him a deathly glare. He soon stopped and reached out his hands toward you, his mouth bent down in a pout that you broke contact with him. Sighing and rolling your eyes to the darkening sky overhead, you shuffled back to rest against Peter's chest, relaxing into the steady thumping in his chest. You stood in front of him, leaning back into him as his hands settled over your hips, his thumbs spiraling through the belt loops in the front of your jeans. Peter made you feel braver; all you had to do was look at him and remember how incredibly fearless he actually was, not just as Spider-man but as Peter Parker too.

As minutes rolled past, the line inched its way closer to the door into the house, and you began to rethink saying yes to Peter's suggestion to go to a haunted house on Halloween. Why couldn't you have just stayed behind, passing out candy from the comfort of your front porch, secretly exchanging laughs at all the little boys and girls dressed in a Spider-man costume? Your palms moistened with sweat, shoulders tensing up despite Peter's constant soothing squeezes. Not able to take it anymore, you turned around and met him with as much of a convincing look as you could muster.

"I'm not going in there."

"Y/N, just relax, it'll be alright! You don't even have to look, just keep your head in my chest and move your feet, I'll be holding your hand the whole time," Peter strove to convince you to follow him inside. Your tongue swept across the roof of your mouth, eyes darting to his broken-down sneakers tapping the cement. Moments passed and you finally caved in, nodding and his face lit up into a smile that tugged at your heartstrings. Leaning forward on your toes, your lips brushed over the side of his cheek as you whispered the next part in secret to his ear.