Spider-Man Imagines

Friday the 13th | Peter Parker (TH)

double upload bc i love you guys

& happy friday the 13th (in October!!!) y'all

this day is very important, so my next couple of uploads will be spooky imagines instead of just fall themed. also, fingers crossed my aunt has her baby today (bc the baby's middle names are Salem & Malachi). he is just gonna be the best halloween time baby ever.

so this request, prompt 15, was requested by Hopelessly__Devoted, but was requested as the reader and Peter watching It (but any horror movie will work). i haven't seen the new It and never will bc there's something about listening to those little kids use such foul language that makes me sad. also stephen king is gross.

anyway, it doesn't matter what you picture the reader and Peter to be watching. any horror movie works.

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You and Peter were similar in a lot of ways except for the fact that he liked horror movies and you did not.

When it came to October, you preferred to watch Tim Burton movies. Corpse Bride was one of the absolute best Tim Burton films and, while you did watch it often, it surprised you when Peter put his foot down on watching it again.

"___, you've made me watch that movie day after day this month," he complained, hopping on your bed, arms swinging at his sides. "And last year, it was that and Monster House."

"Hey," you said, pouting. "Those movies were major parts of my childhood."

"Yeah, well, I've memorized them," he said.

You huffed and crossed your arms like you were about to throw a tantrum. If Peter didn't look at you with those big brown eyes, all sad and wide, you would have fought harder for your movies. But he wasn't just your best friend, he was your crush - and that made it a little harder to say no to him.

"Okay, fine. What do you want to watch then? Frankenweenie is really sweet-"

"No, ___," he said. "We're teenagers now. It's time we ditch those kids movies and watch scary stuff."

"First of all," you said, snickering, "you sound so lame. Secondly, no. I hate scary movies!"

"But ___," he whined, jumping on your bed again. "Please, please, please, please. It'll be so fun! It's Friday the thirteenth - all the more reason to watch something scary."

"Peter," you said, frowning.

"Please," he repeated. He looked at you seriously. "I swear I'll protect you from all the scary stuff on TV."

You stared at him briefly and then looked away, not trusting the pink that was creeping its way to your cheeks. You didn't think Peter liked you, but you liked him a lot. Too much.

If he ever found out, he'd ditch you for sure. It would be too weird for him.

But if he was going to protect you, that meant he was probably going to do something like hold your hand or put an arm around your shoulders and a thought like that sent your heart in a bubby, giddy, fast-paced frenzy.