Spider-Man Imagines I

Pumpkin Carving | Peter Parker [TH]

When your boyfriend of nearly one year invited you over on a Tuesday evening at six o'clock, you assumed it was to eat some Thai and study for midterms that were quickly approaching. But when you walked into the apartment, you were thrown into what you could only assume was a fall festival.

The table and floor were covered in newspaper. Pumpkin carving tools were scattered around the table top, and three fall scented candles taken from May's bookshelf were placed at the center of the table. And, at the end of each side, were two giant pumpkins.

"What do you think?" Peter asked. The smile on his face couldn't be bigger, and the hopeful gleam in his eyes couldn't shine brighter.

"Peter," you said, shaking your head. "I thought we were going to study."

"Well, we can, but let's do this first," he said. "Come on, I picked the perfect pumpkin for you."

"But my test," you said, frowning. "Can't we do this this weekend? The test is over half of our grade. I don't want to flunk it-"

"You won't," he assured you. He put his hands on a pumpkin and sighed. "___, come on, it's our first Halloween together! I want to carve pumpkins with you and everything."

"Well, that's sweet, but-"

"___," he whined like a child.

"Let's study for a while, okay? Then we can carve them." You nodded until Peter sighed and nodded too. "Good. Come on, I have a lot I need to work on."

Forty minutes later, Peter sat on his bed, an open (and ignored) textbook on his lap. You were at his desk, highlighting notes. He groaned for the umpteenth time.

"What'd you get for number six on last week's study guide? I missed it and I can't figure out why," you said, ignoring his groans.

"I don't remember," he declared. He slammed his book shut and tossed to the side. "Babe, can't we carve pumpkins now?"

You glanced at him briefly. "I want to study-"

"Babe, come on!" He stood up, arms flailing at his sides like a child. "Aunt May will be home from work in an hour and she's gonna want us to clean off the table for dinner."

You sighed. "Peter," you said, twisting the cap of your highlight. "This test is really important."

"And you're gonna do great," he assured you, walking over to the desk chair. He squatted down, snatching your hand off your textbook and twisting the chair around to face him. "C'mon. You're gonna pass it. You're too smart to study!"

You smiled a little. A little. "That's sweet, Peter, but-"

He squeezed your hand and nodded towards the open bedroom door. "___, if you don't get over here and carve pumpkins with me, I'm breaking up with you," he threatened, voice low.

The little bit of a smile you had wiped away. The playful gleam in your eyes was replaced with a confused and sad glance. You pulled your hand away at the same time Peter shook his head.

"That's not funny, Peter," you said. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Aw, babe, I didn't mean it-" He stood up and pouted as you turned away, focusing on your homework again. "Okay, that wasn't funny. I would never break up with you. I'm sorry."

You sighed and looked up at him. "I just want to do a good job on the test."

"You will."

You shook your head. "I'm not as smart as you are, Peter. I start to doubt myself and then-"

"Hey," he protested softly, placing a hand on your back. "You should never doubt yourself. You're so smart." He smiled. "Look, if you just want to study, let's study. I shouldn't try to pressure you into stopping-"