Summary: Peter and MJ enjoy a scary movie night in her apartment to celebrate the beginning of Halloween season.
Content includes: Fluff, cookies, kissing, and a tongue burnt on hot chocolate but nothing else too steamy. There is one quick mention of the pandemic.
I’m a little late to the game and new to fanfic challenges, but I would love to submit this for @thefanficfaerie‘s daily mini-series for the Spooktacular Halloween OTP Writing Challenge. I ship Peter and MJ and think this is such a cute idea with awesome prompts! I may branch into other characters though! Hope you enjoy!
“It’s the first day of Halloween, Peter. We’re watching scary movies!” MJ exclaimed.
“The… the first day of Halloween?” Peter questioned as a grin spread across his face.
He stepped into MJ’s living room and removed his mask. Her parents were both working late, so they would have the apartment to themselves for the evening. Peter then closed the window to keep the crisp, autumn air outside.
“Horror and the occult deserve more than a single night. Besides, what else is there to do in a pandemic besides watch scary movies?” MJ said with a raised brow.
“I guess I’m just used to wearing a costume every day,” Peter laughed as he pulled her close for a kiss.
“Oh, that reminds me. I brought some provisions for THE first day of Halloween,” Peter said.
Peter removed the backpack from his shoulder. This was his third new backpack this month. Inside were Halloween themed pajamas and socks as well as hot chocolate packets and Pillsbury ready-to-bake ghost cookies.
“You do realize these are all just marketing ploys to take advantage of people during holidays. Social constructs that cause people to feel the need to buy all of these items just to fit in and meet Instagram’s demands for what is portrayed as necessary to celebrate a holiday,” MJ declared.
“I hear you but… that lady that owns the grocery store with the sweet old dog. You know, the one that lays behind the counter, but never stops wagging his tail. The one in lower Manhattan. She offered me a discount for stopping another robbery tonight,” Peter replied quickly.
MJ raised her brow again.
“I protested, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Peter said earnestly.
“I suppose we can be that couple for one evening,” MJ said pointedly. “But don’t even think about posting a picture with a caption like ‘My Boo!’ tonight.”
“You got it boss,” Peter said as he went to the bathroom to change into the Halloween pajamas.
He returned to find MJ in the corresponding set of skeleton pajamas as the oven’s preheat setting beeped. Peter placed the refrigerated cookies on a sheet pan and set out the mugs for the hot cocoa. MJ set up the movie.
“So, what’re we watching?” Peter asked.
“I picked Scream for tonight. I figured I would ease you into my horror movie collection starting with a 90’s classic, and we’ll get to the more obscure films later.”
“You don’t want to ease me in with like Monsters Inc.?” Peter smiled sheepishly.
“You fight crime daily, but you’re afraid of a little scary movie?” MJ teased.
Peter scooped MJ up in his arms, kissing her forehead. They snuggled onto the couch. MJ was still in Peter’s arms, laying on his chest.
“You know, you make a pretty cute skeleton,” Peter whispered.
Peter lightly outlined the picture of an arm bone down MJ’s shirt sleeve. He traced it the whole way to her fingertips. Then, he grasped her hand within his.
“Shut up, Parker,” MJ giggled.
She had started to trace the bones on Peter’s matching pajamas. Suddenly, MJ felt Peter’s hand graze her chin. He lightly pulled her face to look upward at him. Sitting up now, Peter bent to kiss MJ from above. He saw that in a movie once. Their lips fit together perfectly. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. All the chaos, heartache, and struggles that came with being Spider-Man melted away as Peter breathed in MJ’s honey shampoo scent in her curly hair as strands of it tickled his face. They kissed the world away.
However, as Peter’s heart began to hammer in his chest, the timer from the oven parted their lips. MJ turned over, now properly oriented to look him in the eye and gave him a final peck. She then went to the kitchen to bring the cookies in. Then, she set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch with the hot chocolates. They each took one, but Peter put it in his mouth too quickly.
“Ooo… ooo! Too hot!” Peter mumbled over his burnt tongue and waived his hand.
He reached for his cup of hot chocolate.
“Peter wai—”
Peter’s eyes went wide as the steaming liquid passed his lips.
“It’s called hot chocolate for a reason, Parker” MJ teased.
She kissed him on the cheek and wiped the hot chocolate from the side of his mouth with her thumb.
“I guess the Spidey sense didn’t realize cookies and cocoa could be a threat too, huh?” Peter said, cheeks reddening.
“That’s alright. I’ll protect you from the sinister cookies,” MJ murmured as she put a now-cooled cookie in his mouth and took one for herself.
She was laying in his chest again with one hand on his sleeve. Peter took another bite of cookie. It was warm and sweet. These were the moments he truly lived for—the stolen kisses, the tender touches, and the pure passion he felt when he was with MJ. He snuggled close as they watched a panicked Drew Barrymore run from Ghostface. With every sharp intake of Peter’s breath as Barrymore’s death loomed closer, MJ squeezed his hand. She was his protector too.
Suddenly, MJ’s phone screen lit up. She picked it up to see the news alert.
“Peter, there’s a five-alarm fire in Hell’s Kitchen,” she said with dismay.
Peter webbed his backpack to his hands. He went back to the bathroom to change back into the Spider-Man suit. When he returned, he kept his eyes on the floor. Peter wanted to stay snuggled into the couch, holding MJ tight. MJ crossed the room to him and brushed his cheek.
“It’s ok, Peter. There’s thirty more days of Halloween,” she smiled.
He returned the smile and kissed her once more, beginning yet another premature exit out the apartment window. Peter looked at MJ one more time as he pulled his mask down.
“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” MJ said with a wink.
Peter’s heart skipped a beat and he smiled under his mask as he swung to the out of the window.
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