Try Not to Laugh (Peter x Reader)
Anon Prompt #22: “Where they are both at a sleepover playing a game of “try not to laugh” at the readers (gender-neutral) suggestion, and then after some ‘last resort’ thinking, Peter discovers the reader actually likes being tickled and it takes a fluffy turn from there?”
A/N: I apologize for not completing this prompt faster. I just have not had any motivation recently but I am trying. I hope you enjoy :)
“Y/N, I have an idea,” Peter stated. You both were currently in your room scrolling through your phones. Peter was staying overnight at the Avengers Tower since it was Friday and neither of you were on any missions and had any school work. It didn’t take that much time to convince Tony since he knew you both were good students and that you weren’t able to hang out with each other in a while. You and Peter have been in your room for about an hour trying to find out what to do when Peter finally figured out something.
“What Pete?”
“Remember that game we played on Sunday?” Sunday? Oh, that was the night where everyone had the day off and every Sunday Tony would always insist that we all get together in the living room and play games as a family. Some games were better than others to play since everyone is competitive. Like for instance, Monopoly... let’s just say that it was a very eventful day and friendships were broken
“Which one?”
“The one where you try not to laugh.”
“Okay?”
“But, I have a bet.”
Oh, crap. Bets are never good to make. Especially with Peter.
“Peter, really?”
“What? It ups the anti. Do you have a better idea?”
You groaned because you didn’t. It was too late to do anything else. So, whatever. “Fine. What is your bet?”
Peter grinned, “If you laugh, you have to paint Bucky’s arm and dye Sam’s suit.”
“No way!”
“What?! I will have to do the same thing if I laugh first.”
“You want Bucky and Sam to kill us don’t you?”
“Oh please, you love pranking them as much as I do.”
You couldn’t deny that one.
“Ugh, fine,” Pete smiled and hopped off the bed sitting on the floor waving you over to a spot across from him. Rolling your eyes, you hopped off the bed and sat across from him with a huge smile plastered on his face.
“Okay, rules are simple. The first one to laugh loses.”
“Peter, I know.”
“Well, you never know. I call going first.”
“Alright, but I hate to tell you this but you’re not gonna win.”
“Yeah, yeah. We will see about that.”
Peter’s first try included him sticking his tongue out and making very weird fake laughs. In response you sat there, face stone cold.
“Really? That wasn’t funny?”
“Yeah, no.”
“Ah! I got one!” Peter yelled and shot up from where he was sitting, standing and posing like a solider, “nOt aLl oF uS cAn stOrM A BeAcH oR DriVE A-“ pausing, Peter glanced at you, confident that you were trying to hold in your laugh from his amazing impression. But to his disappointment you sat there once again with no expression.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean- I am Cap!”
“Oh?”
Peter rolled his eyes, slammed his butt on the floor, and crossed his arms to glare into your dead eyes trying to find something, anything that could at least make you giggle. Giggle.
“Awhhhh, Y/N you’re giggling. That is so adorable! Maybe I should tickle you more often so I could hear those giggles more often.”
Yes, that was it. Last week you had bothered the crap out of Tony and he retaliated by tickling you. Peter had been walking towards the kitchen when he paused when he heard Tony teasing you and your loud giggles coming from the living room.
Meanwhile, while Peter was reminiscing on recent event you sat there staring at Peter in confusion. What could he be possibly planning? Oh if only you knew what trouble was ahead.
Out of nowhere you felt a poke in your right side resulting in you flinching away from the touch and glancing up at Peter, looking like a deer in headlights.
“What are you doing, Peter?”
“You know exactly what I am about to do,” he smirked.
“Well, Nice try but you’re gonna have to do better than that to make me laAUGH,” you screamed as Peter shot his hands towards your sides, scratching the sensitive skin.
“Guess I won.”
“ThAt iS ChEAtinG.”
“I don’t think I would call it cheating,” Peter said as you started to fall onto your back, making him climb over you and place himself on your waist to give him more access to your worse spots, “I would just call it improvising,” you screeched at the top of your lungs when Peter reached your ribs, digging his fingers into each spot. “See! You agree with me!”
“PETE, STOP!”
“Awhhhh, is baby Y/N, ticklish?” he teased.
“NOOOO!”
“Ouuuu I think you are lying. You know what happens to liars Y/N?”
“NOO!”
“They get raspberries,” and without a second though, Peter grabbed both of your arms with one hand, pinning them above your head, and ever so slowly moving his face towards your stomach.
“PeTeR pLEaSe!”
“Please what? Tickle you? Gladly,” he smirked. Before you knew it, Peter blew the biggest raspberry on your stomach and you screeched like a banshee. Peter swore that when you screamed that the whole compound could hear you. That was his cue to calm it down a bit.
“Are you sorry for lying?”
“YESSS!”
Peter picked up his head from your stomach and put his lips near your ear. “Are you positive about that?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You slammed your neck to block your skin from his breath tickling your neck and squealed, “YeSsS, I PrOMisE.”
He chuckled, sat up straight and gave you a minute.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Noo, I-I am fine,” you said, letting out the rest of your giggles out.
“Good because you have some work to do.”
Oh, crap...
