Game Night | TASM!Peter Parker

Game Night | TASM!Peter Parker

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Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff | slice of life?

Pairing(s): TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Peter and your friends have annual game nights, this time around, you all want to try something new.

Warning(s): Swearing, slight suggestiveness, people checking Peter out

Characters: TASM!Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, Harry Osborn, and Felicia Hardy

Note(s):

Established Relationship

All characters are at college age (between 19-23) (yes, I know people go to college at earlier and later ages)

All characters have known each other for years

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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“No.”

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” You asked, clearly annoyed.

Peter chuckled, “I mean that you’re answer..” he circled the problem you spent twenty minutes working on, “Is incorrect.”

“But I did everything you told me to.” You pouted to yourself.

Peter hummed in acknowledgment and kissed your cheek at the sight of your pout, causing you to smile.

“Not everything.” He pointed at your error.

You huffed in frustration at the thought of doing the entire problem, again.

Peter chuckled under his breath (but you heard it) and rested his head on your shoulder while rubbing soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“I don’t want to do this.” You complained

“I know, bug.” He kissed your cheek, “Just finish this one problem and then we can do whatever you want.”

You perked up at the idea, and quickly began scribbling numbers onto your paper.

Every once and a while Peter would gently pinch your side as a way to let you know that you made a mistake.

“Done!” You say happily, leaning back into your boyfriend's embrace.

“Good job! See, you got the hang of it.” Peter kissed your cheek affectionately.

“Barely.” You laughed, snuggling into his neck.

You could feel Peter's chest move up and down at his silent laughter.

“Sooooo, you were saying something about how we could do whatever I want.” You smirked.

Peter pretended to think, “Did I say that? I think you’re hearing things, bug. Might ‘ave to take you to a doctor.” He joked.

“Ha ha.” You said dryly.

“Is there something in particular you want to do?” He wiggled his eyebrows

You adjusted yourself on his lap so that you were straddling his thighs, “I believe there is.”

He kissed you once, twice, then….

Brrrrrrrrr

Peter's phone (that was extremely old and cracking on the edges of the screen from the amount of times Peter had underestimated his strength) vibrated on the desk and the two of you groaned in annoyance.

Peter picked up the phone and pressed it against his ear.

“Yellow,” Peter greeted as you played with the neck of his shirt.

“Who is it?” You whispered

“Miles, what’s up man, what can I do for you?” Peter answered your question while continuing his conversation with Miles.

Peter nodded a couple times and sent glances at you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Yep, she’s here. Yeah…Okay.” Peter placed the phone back on the table and pressed the speaker button.

“Hey, can you two hear me alright?” Miles’ voice came from the phone.

“Yes.” You and Peter answered at the same time.

“Great!” Miles' enthusiastic voice said, “Harry wants us to meet up at his place for game night. Do you mind giving me a ride?”

“Not at all.” You said

“Awesome, thanks! See you guys tonight!”

“Bye Miles.” You said, pressing the ‘end call’ button.

“So, what was that about me doing whatever I wanted?” You smirked, pushing Peter on to the bed.

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“Pick up 4 cards my friend.” Harry placed a +4 card on the table.

“What the fuck, Harry! You skipped me last turn and now you want me to pick up four cards.” Peter complained

“All is fair in the game of Uno.” Harry answered, smirking widely.

“This game has been going on far too long, and I’ve still got five cards in my hand.” Felicia complained.

“What do you suggest we do, then?” Harry asked, setting his cards face down on the table in case we planned to resume the game.

“Well,” she flipped her hair, “Since you asked, there is actually a little fair or something like that happening tonight.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, “I wasn’t aware of that.”

“It’s a small thing, you wouldn’t.” Felicia said

Peter laughed, “You don’t know everything that goes on in New York, Harry.”

Harry shoved Peter teasingly, “I like to think that I am.”

“Where is it at?” Gwen asked, taking a couple chips from the bowl Miles had in his lap.

Felicia tapped on her phone, “I’m looking.”

She showed us the location.

“Oh! I know that area.” Miles said

Peter looked at you, “Guess we’re going out tonight.”

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The festival didn’t disappoint. There were many food trucks and little tents with small souvenirs made from small businesses.

Miles and Harry had somehow ended up competing at the basketball games, clearly Harry forgot Miles’ ability to effortlessly do sports.

“He cheated.” Harry had grumbled to you and Peter.

Gwen, being the darling she is, was helping Miles carry his many prizes.

Miles had gifted all of you some sort of prize. Even Harry, who got a little stuffed whale that he claimed he didn’t want but refused to give back.

“We could go on the ferris wheel.” Peter suggested

“Pete, that ferris wheel is for small children.” You said

Peter craned his neck, “Huh, I didn’t notice that.”

“Hey, Pete, look!” Miles said excitedly

In true New York fashion there was a stand full of all sorts of Spider-man merchandise.

“Wow.” Peter was a little shocked.

Felicia suddenly laughed out loud causing all of you to turn your attention to her.

“Look, Peter, it’s a Spider-Man merchandise stand!” She pointed to a stand full of Spider-man stuffed animals, shirts, Knick knacks, etc.

You laughed, “We’ll have to stop there, later.”

Peter grumbled at the thought of you buying more stuff with spider-man on it.

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You should’ve expected it. It happens often. Peter is an attractive guy, you of all people are quite aware of it.

But, it didn’t stop your blood from boiling every time you saw somebody check him out. You were right there!

Peter, who is always somewhat aware of your emotions due to his heightened sense, squeezed your hand, effectively pulling your attention away from the woman who was still eyeing him.

“You alright, bug?” He asked

“That woman over there is checking you out.” You grumbled under your breath

“Oh,” Peter looked genuinely surprised, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“You never do.” You didn’t mean to be snappy, you weren’t angry at him.

“That’s because I’m too busy checking you out.” Peter had a dopey grin on his face.

You involuntarily smiled, that fucker, he knew what he was doing.

“Give me a kiss.” He teased

“You’re an idiot, no.” You turned away

“I’m your idiot, though”

“One kiss.” You happily agreed.