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Request: @cotton_candy_lolipop: 'Pete wentz....prompt 21. The reader is terrified of spiders.The reader is getting ready when they notice a spider in the corner of the room so they freak out and get pete,pete who is the reader's best friend tries to act manly and goes get the spider while the reader stays outside that room,after a minute or so pete runs out screaming how big it is and stuff.Idk what else,add what you'd like'
Prompt 21: Spiders
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It was the night of Frank's huge Halloween/birthday party, and you were currently standing in nothing but your underwear in front of the bathroom mirror putting in your grey contacts, which went with your snow queen costume.
After battling to get the horrid silicone spheres onto your pupils for ten minutes straight, you relaxed your shoulders and smiled at your reflection in victory when you finally managed to get them on. Wiping your hands on the hand towel, you turned on your heels and headed back into your bedroom.
When you reached down to pick your costume up off the bed, your eyes just so happened to flicker to the corner of your room next to the window, catching sight of a humongous, hairy creature.
"That better not be what I think it is," you gulped, placing the dress back down onto the bed and slowly advancing towards the thing to try and get a closer look.
Once you were a couple of feet away, your suspicions were confirmed.
"Yup," you nodded, turning around at the speed of light and grabbing your cell from the bedside table before speed walking out of the room.
"Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope," you shook your head, bounding down the stairs and into the safety of your living room, away from the arachnid that was holding your room hostage.
Unlocking your phone, you tapped the screen a few times, pulling up Pete's number and dialling it.
"Hey, doll," he greeted happily. "What's goin' on?"
"You need to get over here now!" you ordered, fear evident in your voice. "It's a life or death situation!"
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Once your best friend pulled into your driveway, almost knocking over your trashcan and letterbox in the process, you realised that you probably shouldn't have overplayed the situation as much as you did.
Pete came rushing into your place, hair askew and alarm written all over his face as he swung the door open with such force that it almost came off of its hinges. Seeing how concerned he was, you felt a twang of guilt for making him think the worst.
"I'm here," he announced breathlessly, running over to you. "I'm here, (Y/N). What's wrong? Show me where it hurts." He began inspecting your body, searching for any sign of bullet holes, stab wounds or any other kind of injury.
"It doesn't hurt," you said, swatting his prying hands away. "I'm not injured, Pete."
He shot you a confused look. "But you said it was a life or death situation."
"It is."
"You look fine to me," you gestured to your body, eyes widening when he realised for the first time since he'd shown up that you were still only dressed in your underwear. "Very fine, actually. Wow, if this is how you walk around when you're home alone, I should pay you surprise visits more often."
"Ugh, shut up, you pervert," you sneered while punching him in the shoulder, making him laugh. "The only reason I'm walking around like this is because there's a spider the size of motherfucking Russia in my room!"
"A spider?" he quizzed, the tenseness in his muscles relaxing. "That's the life and death situation?"
"Yes!" you exclaimed. "You know how much I hate spiders. There's no way I can get done for the party while that abomination is chilling in my room!"
"Okay, calm down," he held out his hands and raised his brows. "I'll take care of it. Do you have a jar and a broom or something?"
You nodded, picking up the supplies you'd collected while waiting for Pete to show up and handing them over to him. "Be careful."
"It's just a stupid insect, (Y/N)," he scoffed. "I'll be fine."
~
Pete carefully pushed open the door to your bedroom and stepped inside, rotating his head in search of the spider that had you in such a state.
He couldn't spot the insect at first, which prompted him to do a full search of the room, examining each item occupying it very thoroughly.
He knew how terrified you were of spiders – they were your worst fear – and he was sure that the poor thing he was currently hunting was probably nothing more than a daddy long legs the size of his fingertip.
However, as he turned around to face the corner next to the window, he realised just how wrong he was.
~
You nervously chewed on your fingernails, your foot absentmindedly tapping as you waited for Pete to return with the spider captured in the glass jar.
Not two seconds later, you were startled by a scream which can only be described as the type in horror films, and not long after, a scared-out-of-his-mind Pete came sprinting down the stairs.
"What happened?" you asked, rushing towards him. "Did you catch it?"
"No," he breathed, clutching onto his chest for dear life.
"No?" you exclaimed, your panic once again flaring up.
"No, (Y/N), I didn't catch it! That thing is the size of a fucking grizzly bear, jeez."
"I told you!" you said, pointing an accusatory finger at your best friend. "You thought I was overreacting, didn't you?"
"Okay, yes, I did," he admitted, rolling his eyes. "But in my defence, it wouldn't be the first time."
"So what? You just left it in my room?!"
"No, I'm not an idiot," he defended. "It was really close to the window, so I opened it up so that the spider could climb out."
"And did it?"
"I don't know. I didn't exactly stay to find out, now did I?"
"Well, go check."
"Me?" he scoffed.
"Yes, you."
"No way."
"If you do, I'll buy you as much pizza as you want for the next month."
"I'll be back in ten seconds."
~
"Alright, it's gone," Pete huffed, relief evident in his voice as he descended the staircase.
"Oh, thank God," you sighed, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.
"Uh, thank me, actually."
"Right. Thanks, Pete," you beamed, and he let out a sarcastic laugh.
"I've gotta go get done. The party starts in forty minutes."
~
Stumbling through the door to your bedroom, you and Pete both tried your hardest to support your totally wasted selves, a cautionary Andy trailing close behind the two of you.
"Thank you, guys," Andy said, as he helped the two of you remove your shoes and lay down on your bed.
"For what?" Pete slurred.
"Serving as a constant reminder as to why I'm straightedge."
"You're welcome, Andy," you beamed up at the heavily tattooed man, who shook his head at you before placing a gentle kiss to your head.
"You two get some sleep. I'll swing by in the morning with some hangover supplies, okay?"
You and Pete mumbled an 'okay' before huddling closer to one another. You had just begun to drift off to sleep when you felt a tickling sensation on your cheek.
"Peteeee," you whined. "You really need to shave. Your beard tickles."
"What are you talking about, (Y/N/N)? I don't have a beard."
"Well then what's tickling m- AHHHHHH!"
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