Tickletober Day 12: Surprise
fandom: marvel
word count: 960
pairing: peter 3 x reader (established relationship)
summary: peter keeps pulling tricks on you, so you find something to use against him
You had been trying to find something—anything—to get on Peter’s nerves.
He had been “pranking” you nonstop the past few days; hiding the remote, turning the lights off while you were showering, changing common words in your phone to “I love Peter”. Honestly, you couldn’t even call them pranks. They were just little things that irked you, and Peter knew it.
You’d brought it up to him after the sixth or seventh time he’d gotten under your skin.
“Okay, what gives, Peter? Why are you constantly playing tricks on me?” You crossed your arms over your chest, eyeing your boyfriend warily.
“Because it’s October! It’s spooky season. I have to cause as much mischief as possible,” He responded with excitement in his tone, as if this was something you should be enjoying, too. It wasn’t as if you hated him for it, but it was the type of pranks he pulled that were more irritating than funny.
“And who are you? The God of Mischief?”
“No,” Peter laughed. “A variant of him, maybe.”
You rolled your eyes before turning away and walking back to the kitchen. “Expect some major payback, Parker!”
Since then, you’ve tried a few things, but seemingly nothing could be as bothersome as things were to you. Maybe you just had a short temper.
You’d tried eating his favorite snacks, but he just chuckled and said he’d buy more. You mismatched all of his socks, which took a lot of effort, and all he did was wear them that way. By the end of the week, you’d started running out of ideas to annoy him.
That was until you’d witnessed one of his friends trying to get his attention in class. You sat in the back away from Peter because you new sitting next to your boyfriend would only end badly for you and your grades, and watched as the scene played out.
Peter’s friend obviously needed his attention, so he began poking him since Peter wasn’t answering. After a few seconds, Peter ripped his arm away from the friend and quickly looked at him.
“What?” He hissed through a whisper.
“Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” The friend asked. You heard Peter grunt, angrily searching for a writing utensil to give to him.
It was exactly the kind of information you needed to get the upper hand on him. Peter was bothered by over-excessive poking. That was easy enough to do at home. Class ended half an hour after that and you began plotting your boyfriend’s future demise.
Peter walked into your shared apartment not too long after you did, throwing his bag down and heading straight into the kitchen. You heard the door shut, prompting you to leave your position on the couch and follow him.
“Hey,” You greeted him. Peter turned his head over to where your voice came from and smiled in response.
“Hi, gorgeous.” He turned back to the counter, continuing to make his sandwich.
“How was your last class?” You asked, walking closer to him.
“Fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Mhm,” Peter hummed, nodding. It was like he was setting the scene up himself. Smiling, you poked him in the arm a couple times.
“Come on, I know you wanna tell me everything!” You said, still prodding his bicep. You heard a huff come through his nose as he swiped the condiments onto the bread.
“It was just fine, babe! Nothing crazy happened.”
His half-assed answer didn’t stop you. You began poking his faster, moving from his arm to his back.
“I know you’re lying,” You sang out. You added your other hand, alternating fingers down his back and over to his side.
“I’m not ly-HING!” Peter squeaked, arching away from your hands out of instinct. The two of you froze—Peter dropping his butter knife and your eyes falling from his face to his waist.
“I feel like I just won the lottery,” You whispered, a smirk rising to your features. Peter’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“You have been getting on my last nerve for the past two weeks and I’ve been trying to get you back, but I couldn’t find anything that bothered you enough. Until today when that guy in class kept poking you. And now, I find out that Peter Parker is ticklish! What a surprise!” You dramatically exclaim, inching closer to him. “This is perfect payback for all those stupid pranks you pulled on me.”
You pounced on him, instantly squeezing at his sides. Peter shrieked and fell into hysterical laughter, his elbows clamping down on your hands. His legs buckled beneath him and you followed him down to the ground. It surprised you that he didn’t immediately run or force you off of him. You knew about his late-night activities, so you knew he was stronger than you and could have easily pushed you away.
“OKAY! OKAHAY! BAHAHABE!” Peter yelled through cackling laughter once you worked your way upwards towards the middle of his ribcage. His hands found your wrists to pry them away, but you pulled away first to head straight for his kn.
Again, you were shocked to find out just how ticklish your boyfriend was as you used your middle finger and thumb to pinch at the muscle above his knee. Maybe even more ticklish than you.
“Apologize for playing all those tricks and stop doing them!” You bartered with him. He nodded, kicking out to attempt to shake your hands off of him.
“SORRYHY! I’M SOHORRY! NO MOHORE!”
You ceased your tickle attack at his apology, triumphantly grinning at the disheveled state your boyfriend was in. “That was cute. I’ll have to do that more often.”
Peter glared at you as he caught his breath. “Not if I get you first.”
