#plus it puts my awareness on that sweet sweet cash flow. like there’s no losing lmao.

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so, my new favorite thing is to say “anytime i think about (insert undesirable thing), i make $1,000 because (insert undesirable thing) isnt real but the money sure is.” guess who got $1200 today. 💸🖤

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“Bored” Games- Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt: You and Peter play board games on your lazy night off, your losing badly and Peter helps add some incentive for you to win by wagering a bet you can’t say no to.

Word count: 2152

Warnings: None (:

Tonight was a lazy night in for you and your boyfriend of three months, Peter. You two had decided to hang at your house, mostly to avoid the gushing and cooing of aunt May; and while you thought she was lovely, the last thing you wanted was to be fawned and gushed over while you were cuddling with your boyfriend. You two had been bickering for a good half an hour now on what you should do on this lovely, lazy night off. You had suggested Netflix, but Peter had promptly rejected that idea, not wanting to fall into the dangerous trap of “Netflix and Chill”, because frankly, neither of you were ready for that. He then suggested going out to dinner because you were both hungry, but both of you were equally broke and plus you didn’t feel like putting on anything other than pants with an elastic waistband.

“I’m bored,” Peter complained, striding into the room after a quick trip into the kitchen for a drink.

“Well you didn’t like my netflix idea,” you responded, scrolling through google, trying to find a cheap, fun thing to do.

“And you rejected my dinner idea,” Peter combatted.

“Well I didn’t want to do that…” you pouted.

“Well then what do you WANT to do? Cause if you have a better idea I would just love to hear it,” Peter huffed, flopping over on the couch, his head landing on your lap. You sighed, pulling your fingers through his hair slowly, contemplating his remark.

“Oh! I know what we can do,” you bursted, exploding up off the couch, Peter’s head sliding off your lap and onto the couch, a quiet protest leaving his mouth.

“What?” he inquired, lifting his head up slightly to look at you. You giggled and disappeared down the hallway, your laugh bouncing around the narrow walkway. “Hey, what are we going to do?” Peter asked again, this time getting up off the couch to follow you like a puppy, quietly asking himself what in the hell you could be doing. You opened the door to your room, immediately walking over to your closet and throwing it open, you peered behind piles of old clothes, purses, shoes, and the odd stuffed animal to find what you were looking for. Two arms snaked around your waist, settling on your stomach, you laughed lightly, loving this playful side of Peter.

“Now would you mind telling me what it is your up to, my darling?” Peter asked you, his breath fanning over your neck and tickling your ear. You just shook your head, twirling out of his grip, kneeling down on the floor to look under your bed. You shoved over a pile of old ballerina tutus and slippers and found what you were looking for; a mound of old board games you used to play when you were younger.

“Ah-ha,” you sighed, reaching your arm under the bed to scoop out all the games. Peter’s face appeared next to yours, his cheek squished into the carpet.

“Find what you were looking for?” he asked, dragging an armful of games out from under the bed.

“Sure did,” You affirmed, sitting up, looking over all the games you had uncovered from your bedroom floor, each one dusty and battered. Among the many were, Sorry, Uno, Monopoly, and a regular deck of cards.

“So is this what we are going to do for the rest of the night, play board games?” Peter asked skeptically.

“Yep, don’t worry, it will be fun,” You assured, stacking the games up so you could carry them to the living room.

“But they’re literally called board games… like the word bored, cause their boring, get it? Peter pointed out, his remark getting quieter and quieter as he realized this wasn’t going to change your mind.

“Oh stop complaining, this will be fun!” you exclaimed.

“Ok, but I’m still hungry,” Peter whined, following behind you on the way to the living room. You rolled your eyes, this boy was always hungry.

“Ok then we can order a pizza, or eat snacks here,” You offered. There was silence behind you as Peter contemplated this proposition.

“Can we get chinese instead?” he wondered, sitting down on the couch as you layed out all the games on the coffee table. “Uh, sure, which place do you want to order from?” You asked, Peter shrugged, looking over the various brightly colored boxes, thinking about which game to play. You took that as indifference and went into the kitchen, looking through the drawers for the take-out menu that you knew you had. Once you found it, you dialed the number and ordered you and Peter a chinese feast. Now you just needed to find some money to pay for all this food. You looked in the rainy day jar for some money to pay for dinner, knowing your mom wouldn’t mind, or probably even notice. You then went back into the living room.

“Ok so what game do you want to start wi-” you began, but were cut off when you noticed that Peter had already set up the game Sorry!.

“Ok, Sorry it is then,” You chirped, sitting down on the floor across from Peter.

“Ladies first, what color do you wanna be?” Peter asked. You looked over the game board.

“I guess I’ll be blue,” you decided, scooping up a handful of blue pawns, putting them all on start.

“Guess that leaves me to be red,”

“Red? Like your suit? Like Spiderman?” You inquired, a smile creeping up your lips as you realized the irony.

“Ha. Ha, your so very creative,” Peter mocked, you just giggled, he smiled along with you as he set up his pawns. You two began the game, drawing cards and moving around the board, having the most fun screwing each other over throughout the game, constantly bumping each other back to start, no mercy being shown between the two of you. You learned that Peter had a competitive side to him that you had never seen before. You gasped as he bumped you all the way back to start for like the twelfth time, a devious smile on his lips as he did so.

“Sorry,” he cooed as you narrowed your eyes at him, moving one of three pawns back to start, a slur of angry words flowing past your lips.

“Oh your so going to get it Parker, just wait until I get a sorry card, you will get NO mercy!” you huffed. The doorbell rang, interrupting your promise to smite him later on in the game. You got up to go get the food, handing the boy at the door the wad of cash. You came back to the living room, your arms full of take-out.

“Sweet, I’m starving,” Peter drawled. You set the bag on the table, pulling out the contents, setting each small, white box on the table. You handed Peter chopsticks, each of you digging into the food. After a few minutes of eating, you set down your carton of chicken and got ready to play again.

“Ok Peter, let’s keep playing, I was about to win,” you announced.

“Uh huh, sure [Y/n], You’re about to win with three pawns in start and one halfway across from safe on the board, you’re so close!” He mocked, sticking his tongue out at you. After another twenty minutes Peter won the game. And then he won another round of Sorry, then a round of monopoly, then a round of go fish, then a round of battleship, and even a game of chess.

It had been three hours and you hadn’t won one game, Peter had won every game you two had played, and he was pretty happy with himself. This was the last game in your stack, Uno. You dealt the cards, getting ready to play.

“Ya know [Y/n], you haven’t won one single game tonight,” Peter sneered, looking over his hand of cards.

“Yes I’m well aware, Peter,” you remarked, dealing the rest of the cards.

“Well maybe you need a little more incentive, or motivation?” he suggested, a sly smirk plastered onto his face.

“And what exactly do you suggest?” You inquired.

“Well, how about if you win this round, you get to uh… kiss me! You get to kiss me,” he exclaimed. You raised your eyebrows at him inquisitively. You wondered why he picked this, seeing as you kiss him all the time, whenever you wanted actually.

“And if I lose?” You pressed, wondering what the consequence would be.

“Uh… you don’t get to kiss me for three weeks?” He offered, as more of a question than a statement.

“I feel as though this would be more of a consequence for you, not me. You can barely keep your hands off of me for ten minutes,” you pointed out.

“That might be true, but let’s see how easy it is for you to keep your hands off of me,” Peter continued, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Fine, bring it on, Parker,” you agreed, offering him your hand to shake. You shook hands, and began to play, Peter quickly taking the lead. This was probably the most intense game of Uno you had ever played.

“Uno!” Peter exclaimed after almost an hour and a half of playing. He put down his second to last card, only one left in his hand. He was about to win, but you had no move that would prevent him from doing so. You put down one of your many cards, hoping he wouldn’t have the right color, or number, or something.

“Well [Y/n], looks like today is going to be the start of the longest three weeks of your life,” Peter gloated, putting down his last card, effectively winning the game.

“Crap!” you shouted, losing the last of all the games tonight, as well as the bet between you and Peter.

“Well, you know what this means, no kissing me for three weeks,” Peter reminded you, wiggling his finger in your face.

“I know, I know,” you huffed. Now that you knew you couldn’t you wanted nothing more than to smash your lips against his, to feel his warm, soft lips against yours, to taste the mint chapstick and bubblegum that usually lingered on his rosy lips. Your mouth tingled, wanting nothing but to kiss him. This was going to be way harder than you thought. You played it cool, not wanting him to know how desperate you already were.

“No problem, I don’t even want to kiss you, or anything,” you scoffed, beginning to clean up the games and take-out boxes.

“I’m sure you don’t,” Peter teased, standing up right in front of you, his face inches from yours, his eyes challenging and mischievous. A boyish smile played on his lips. His eyes darted around your face, over your eyes and down the slope of your nose, stopping at your lips. All you could think about was how he tasted, and how his lips would be so soft and perfect on yours, or how he sometimes took your bottom lip between his teeth and drove you absolutely insane. He actually was driving you insane, but not in the good way you knew that he could.

“Oh fuck it,” you whispered, grabbing his face and smashing your lips together. Peter dropped whatever game he had in his hands, the box and pieces clattering loudly onto the table, his arms came up to wrap around your waist. Your arms snuck up his back and around his neck, your fingers toying with the tufts of hair on the nape of his neck. His lips were perfect on yours, and there was the familiar taste of mint chapstick, he was so perfect, you couldn’t ask for someone better than him. You pulled away, looking into his wide eyes, his lopsided smirk sending your heart into a frenzied flutter.

“I thought you were stronger than that! You didn’t even last three minutes!” Peter exclaimed. You snickered.

“I know, I guess you're just too irresistible,” you confessed, your arms still around his neck, your fingers still toying with his hair.

“I guess so,” He murmured, his cheeks tinting a rosy color, showing you he was flattered, no matter how cool he appeared. You smiled up at him, burying your face into his chest, his pajama shirt soft against your cheek.

“Peter, I’m so glad you're here with me,” you whispered, inhaling his all too familiar scent of laundry detergent and something sweet you couldn’t quite place.

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” he responded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his arms holding you tight to his body. Despite losing every game you played tonight, and the bet between you and Peter, you had fun, because there was never a dull moment between the two of you.

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