#Lee!peter2

[mushyblushyredhead]

The long awaited arrival!! (*^▽^*) PETER 2 GET GOT 👹👹✨

[grayishgiggles]

You Can Rest

Being the big brother can come with expectations, like solving everyone’s problems and being strong for those who feel weak. When this weight gets too heavy for Peter 2, he resorts to spending long nights in Dr. Otto Octavius’ lab. One night, the six armed scientist catches him overworking.

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A dim overhead light flickered in the dark lab of Doctor Otto Octavius. However, said physicist wasn’t the one up that night. Instead, his apprentice, Peter Parker (Peter 2) was hard at work on a project he kept to himself: new web shooters for Peter 3.

With an arc reactor in possession of his mentor, Peter 2 was hoping he could find a way to harness its energy into a small enough device that didn't need a change of batteries or charging. All he had to figure out now was…how to do that. And that’s what he was stuck on.

With wires connected to the pegs of the reactor and various small tools strewn about the desk, Peter 2 groaned. Maybe if he asked Otto for help, this would’ve been easier.

But no, the sun had to have set hours ago. The last thing Peter wanted to do was bother the scientist in his sleep. He could do this on his own. He was smart. He was the Peters' big brother, for gods sake.

He should know how to do this…right?

Peter 2 rubbed his bloodshot eyes and leaned back in the chair to crack his spine. No wonder he had a bad back after all these years. He must’ve been craning his neck for hours now.

Suddenly, a buzz from his Peter tingle tapped the corner of his eye. He spun around.

“Otto…”

“Peter, what are you doing up?” Otto was in his robe, night clothes on and his actuators drooping from sleepiness. “Have you looked at the time?”

“I...Otto, it’s all good. I’m just working.” The man gestured to his desk. “You can go back to bed.”

“I can’t now. It’s four in the morning.”

Peter 2 sighed, “that late, huh?” He lowered his head. “I just…I need to work more on this thing, that’s all. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Doc Ock scoffed at that. “You clearly aren’t. You’re working in jeans!”

“Yeah, so what?” Peter 2 turned back to his work, picking a screwdriver up.

Otto stepped closer. “You’re wearing the same uncomfortable clothes you've worn all day into midnight. I've done the same thing. And from experience, it means you should go home."

Peter felt the heat in him rise as his sleepiness lowered his tolerance.

“Why does it matter to you?” The Spider-Man’s voice grew louder.

Out of all people, Otto should’ve known that hard work comes at a cost. Heck, Peter remembered when Doc Ock didn’t sleep the night before his fusion reactor demonstration. He had no right to tell him to rest.

“Because I care, dear boy. Please, you can sleep here if you want…”

“Otto!!” Peter 2 snapped at him.

The doctor had never been yelled at like that by him, his shocked expression meeting Peter’s. The exhausted man's face softened, and took a deep breath. “I-I gotta make progress on this web shooter, doc. If I don’t, then I dunno what to do.”

“You...you have organic webs.” Mumbled Otto.

“It’s for Peter 3," grumbled Peter, "Peter 3’s shooters are all old and they..and they need new tech, okay?!” The man clenched his fists. “Just let me work. I owe it to him.”

“Peter, what are you doing?” Otto asked softly, now next to his apprentice.

Peter Parker bit his lip. He felt his throat tighten and his eyes sting. Peter 2 swallowed. “I..I dunno, Doc. I’m sorry I yelled.”

“I forgive you, dear boy…" His mentor put a hand on his shoulder. "Let’s get out of here. This isn't good for you.” A metal arm slithered around around the man’s waist and gently pulled him out of his chair and into Otto’s real arms. Peter 2 went limp, propping his head up against his chest as he was carried out of the lab.

“I’m sorry…Doc.”

“You’re alright, Peter.”

The numbers 4:30 AM were displayed on the microwave clock in Otto’s kitchen. The doctor's drowsy state was wearing off as the smell of brewing coffee became stronger.

As he was waiting, Octavius kept watch across the kitchen in the living room, where Peter 2 laid on his large sofa. He gave him some of his own pajamas which were oversized but comfier than sleeping in jeans in his opinion. 

Otto hoped he would’ve been tired enough to sleep by now, but no, Peter 2's glazed over expression was fixated on the flickering TV playing a soap opera. The poor thing.

“Would you like something, Peter? I could make hot chocolate. I…I know you liked it back then.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

Otto huffed softly. Something was bothering the man, something that had to do with the web shooter he was working on. Why did he feel compelled to make a new one for Peter 3? Did he have a fight with the other Peters about it? Oh dear, he hoped not.

Once his coffee was brewed and poured into a mug, Doc Ock slumped on the couch beside Peter. The way Peter was curled up in the plaid blanket given to him reminded the scientist of when he was young, spry, filled with life. He missed it a little. The TV clicked off with the remote in Otto’s hand.

“So, if you aren’t going to sleep, how about we talk about what’s going on?” He set the mug and remote on the coffee table and turned his body towards Peter.

An actuator gently nudged Peter’s shoulder. All he did was let out a big sigh. “It’s a lot, Doc. I don't know where to begin.”

"How about with the project you have going on in there?" Doc Ock gestured in the direction of his lab. "Why do you wanna work on it so bad?"

"I feel it's the least I can do...for Peter 3. He's in need of upgrades and...I dunno, I wanna make him happy. I have to get them done for him." Shrugged Peter.

Otto squinted. "You always act like...you have to give everything to everyone."

Peter gave a sad laugh at that, avoiding eye contact. "It's what being Spider-Man is about."

A few moments of silence passed.

Otto fiddled with his fingers. “Is there something going on with you and the other boys?”

Peter 2 clenched his jaw. “I mean…yes, but no. We’re all doing great. Nothing happened like a fight or anything." He chuckled. "I love them, doc. They’re my brothers. And..and I wanna be there for them, but...I don't know if they should be there for me."

Otto’s silent attention indicated him to continue.

“I’ve been afraid to…to ask them for support. They got a lot on their plate already, being Spider-Men, especially Peter 1...that poor kid. I don't wanna add onto their problems, Otto,” Peter 2 slowly sat up, hugging his knees. “What if they think they have no one to lean on if I'm weak in front of them? Because I’m the big brother. I should have things under control. I’m their rock, ya know?” He sniffled as his composure began to crumple.

"Peter..."

“I have to be strong for them. They need me, and...I really need them too. But how do I tell them when I'm supposed to have everything together in my life?!”

“Peter."

“I can’t be a burden, Otto. Not to them.”

“Peter, stop that talk.” Doc’s stern but kind voice broke through Peter 2’s rambling. The man glanced up, his vision blurred by tears. He blinked them away as they flowed down his face. Peter wiped his face. “Sorry…”

“Why’re you all the way over on that side? You can come over here…I’m here for you.” Otto opened his arms. Peter weakly began scooting over, but he ended up being carried by metal tentacles into his mentor’s warm embrace. "Goodness, you're being so hard on yourself."

"I know, I know," hiccupped Peter, his arms tightly clasped around the doctor's midsection, face buried into his shirt as the floodgates opened. He thought he was done crying about things, but with these new brothers, he felt so strongly to protect them. He didn't want them to go through what he went through. He couldn't let that happen. But right now, he felt so weak, so tired. For once he wanted to feel protected. "I just...I love them and...I want them to be safe."

"I do too, but you don't get that when you hurt yourself in the process. You're one of them too." He lifted the man's chin to meet his eyes. "What gives them the right to be loved and not you, hm?"

Peter's face was flushed from tears and tiredness. He shrugged halfheartedly. "Y-you got me there."

"You are allowed to be weak, dear boy." His four additional arms wrapped around the two of them to provide support, making sure Peter was properly held. "Weakness is part of being a human. You are still human, Peter, no matter your age or strange super power."

"Heh...true," he leaned back for a moment to wipe his face, "ugh, I haven't cried like this in...forever. And this...this is what I needed."

"A hug?"

"Not just that...but just a big cuddle like this." He laid his head down on Otto.

"I shouldn't be surprised. All you Peters love it." Snorted the scientist. Peter furrowed his brow at that. Otto cleared his throat.

"Peter 1, the little one, I gave him a hug like this and he just...fell asleep. He wouldn't let go of me. Stayed curled up for hours. And that tall one, Peter 3, heh, he's a hugger, alright. He lifted me off the ground, you know? Scared me half to death. I forgot you boys had super strength."

Peter 2 chuckled and shrugged in admission. He wiped his eyes again. "Okay, we do like being cuddly, so be it."

"You probably need this more than they do. Are you usually the one holding them?"

"Yeah, but I don't mind." Peter smiled. "It's nice having baby bros."

"Well, tonight, or should I say this morning, you're getting held. Got it?" He gently pinched Peter 2's cheek, getting a weak giggle out of him. The man nodded with a yawn. "Okay...okay."

Peter let his muscles relax and melt into the embrace. He closed his eyes, finally feeling the waves of sleepiness get to him.

"You know, I was going to tickle you..."

Peter shot his eyes open. “What?!”

Otto laughed. “You probably hate that, huh? That I know your weakness?"

“Otto, no!” Peter tensed up.

"But, now's not the time, I know. I won’t tickle you, I promise.” The tentacles repositioned themselves a little so Peter 2 could comfortably lay on Otto's chest. The man squinted playfully. "You better be telling the truth, doc.”

"I am, Peter. Now close your eyes. Spider-Man needs his sleep.” He was genuine in his tone, gently resting a hand on the back of Peter’s head to run a few fingers through his brown hair.

And the scientist did tell the truth. Otto and Peter nestled into a peaceful slumber, letting the warmth bring comfort to their souls. Never in a million years did Peter imagine his idol/once enemy would be cuddling him like this, but he wasn’t complaining. It was nice to have a father figure like this around. It reminded him of when Uncle Ben would care for him.

For once, he could rest easy.

Otto Octavius was the first to wake up. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes before noticing the man curled up on him. Oh yeah, Peter had a long night, didn't he? But at this moment, he looked so peaceful despite the bit of drool dried up on his lip. The scientist couldn’t help but chuckle.

But now he was in a predicament. In no way did he want to wake his apprentice from his much needed slumber. On the other hand, the scientist needed to get a little bit of work done today regarding the arc reactor.

So, he gently used his metal arms to begin moving Peter off of him. But Peter didn’t let go. Maybe his sticky hands were activated when he slept or something, but he wouldn’t budge. Otto sighed, and returned to the cuddle. “Clingy, hm?” Maybe he could relax for a few more hours.

1 PM rolled around, and Otto completed yet another season of Grey’s Anatomy. While it was fairly inaccurate, he quite enjoyed the acting. When the credits rolled on his newly finished episode, he glanced down. Peter was still out like a light.

A long rest is good, but if it lasts too long, it won't be healthy, Otto thought to himself. Maybe it was time to get up.

"Peter," mumbled the doctor, gently rubbing his shoulder. But he didn’t stir. Otto tried tapping his cheek: nothing. Maybe calling to him louder would work? Nope, not that either. 

Otto sighed. He was going to have to use bigger guns to wake the man-child. And that's when it hit him.

"You know, I was going to tickle you..."

Doc Ock felt a smile tug at his lips recalling the night before. What a perfect idea! He leaned down, closer to the Spider-Man.

"Peter..." Otto talked in a singsong voice this time, wiggling a finger under Peter 2's chin. The man twitched, his brows furrowing.

"Peter, you gotta wake up." His fingers switched to poking his sides, which got his Spider-Man to smile in his sleep. Peter mumbled out a few giggles as he curled up.

"Oh, come on, Pete. Don’t make me really tickle you.” Otto was being gentle so far, but it looked like this would take more than a few little pokes and prods. A metal claw from his tentacles whirred curiously over the man. It faced Otto as if asking for permission. “Get em, Flo,” the doctor encouraged.

Flo nuzzled right into Peter 2's stomach, eliciting a stream of sleepy giggling. "N-Nohoho..." Peter squirmed halfheartedly away from the sensation, but couldn't do much trapped in the cuddle.

"Wake up, Peter," cooed Otto as a metal claw tased his side. That's what woke Peter 2 up.

"Ahack-! Whahahat the heck?!" The Spider-Man sat up to only get a onslaught of light tickles from two playful actuators. "EHEEhehehey!! Gehet off!!" They nudged and nuzzled his stomach and sides like dogs do, only making him laugh louder. He curled back into a ball on Otto's lap. 

"Good morning, dear boy!" Doc Ock chirped. It was refreshing to see his Peter smiling like this again. "How do you like the wakeup call?"

"Gehehet em off! OhottOOHOHOMYGAHAD!!" The tentacles discovered his ribs and pinched them. Peter 2 doubled over in cackling, his arms pinned to his sides. He buried his face into the doctor's shirt. "GEHEHET tHEM OFF!"

"Hey now, don't get rough!" Otto scolded the arms. They stopped the tickling for a moment to lower their heads in agreement, returning to his sides, "nibbling" them with their claws. Peter 2 squeaked.

"Now this is the perfect way to start your day, wouldn't you agree?" Cheered Otto, in which his apprentice whined through his grin.

“Ihi-I just wasn’t ehehexpecting this!!”

"How is it?"

"Ihihit-" a snort erupted from Peter, "-TIHIHickles!!"

"Good, I'm doing my job, then." The doctor chuckled. At this point Peter 2 realized no matter how much he wriggled, he wasn't escaping this. So he did what had to be done: rested his head on Otto's chest and let himself giggle his heart out. Just the sight of it warmed his mentor's heart.

Otto couldn't help himself. He wanted to be a part of the fun too. "Moe? Flo?"

The pair of metal arms perked up. All they needed was a look from their owner to know to stop.

"Wha-?"

"Are you up yet, Peter?" Doc Ock's free hand snuck under the oversized shirt and gently scribbled on his bare stomach.

A stream of light laughter bubbled out of Peter 2, surprised by the new type of tickly feeling compared to the metal claws. He leaned into Otto. "NAAHahahaoo! DOhoc I'm up!! I'm uhUHUP! You can stahahap!"

"You slept a whole eight hours, so theoretically you should be up and off the couch right now." Sneered Octavius. "But lo and behold, you aren't. Still brilliant but lazy, Parker."

Peter snatched Otto's hand with both of his, giggling nervously. "Ihihif you let me go, I'll get up!!" 

"Hmmm...no." Otto broke out of the man's grasp and gave a squeeze to his lower ribs. Peter threw his head back as he wheezed. "NAHAHOO!! COMEON!" The man shook his head. "NAHAT FAIR!!"

"Peter 1 was right; you all have bad ribs!" The doctor laughed. "Oh, this is too fun!"

"NOHOHO MOHohore!" Peter 2 whined.

The playful scientist hummed. He didn't want to overdo the whole wake-up-tickle method, right? In all honesty, he just wanted to see his Peter's smile, and he sure as hell got that. And it looked just like it did years ago, curled up at the corners of the mouth and his nose scrunched up whenever he laughed. Some things don't change, do they? 

"Alright, I'm done." His hand rested on Peter's stomach, motionless. "You feel awake?"

The older Peter lightly panted, arms wrapped around his midsection as a few more small giggles wheezed out. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to be tickling him still. "Mahahan...yeah, yeah I'm awake. Wooo..."

"I knew I had to tickle you. It feels good to hear you laugh, dear boy." Otto exchanged a gentle look to him, making his Peter blush.

"Uhugh...you're the worst."

"How are you, physical-wise?" The doctor turned the page.

Peter sat up on Otto's lap and groaned as he stretched. "I'm better. I, uh, feel rested." He shrugged.

"Good, that's good to hear," he nodded. "I was worried about you."

"Yeah." Peter looked away. "Thank you again for...for last night. I probably needed to hear it. I can't really care for my brothers if I don't care for myself, heheh." 

"That indeed, Peter." Doc Ock ruffled his hair. He pursed his lips after a thought flew through his head. "How about I help you with those web shooters today?"

The oldest brother blinked. "Really?"

The scientist shook his head yes. "I'm sure we can figure out what troubles you're having if we work together," he stated, "the real question is: do you want my help?"

Peter 2's youthful smile curled up. "Yeah...I'd like that."

Otto thought he was going to cry happy tears at the sight of that face. "Then let's get you something to eat, first," he said as he freed Peter from the cuddle.

Oh, how he loved this boy.

[dumbstuffsstuff]

!!A Peter Parker Thing!!

I LOVE LEE PETER 2 SO HERE IS A THING!

Peter 2: *being sad or upset about something*

Peter 1: Hey big bro, are you alright?

Peter 2: Yeah,just having a day.

Peter 1: Oh, well is there anything I can do?

Peter 2: *Sighs and rests his head on his brother’s shoulder* I just needa hug…

Peter 1: *Smiles and gives his big brother a hug* Im here for you, you know?

Peter 2: *nods*

Peter 1: *Mischevious grin*

Peter 1: *Squeezes and wiggles his fingers into his brother’s sides*

Peter 2: AHAHA!! Peter you little-!!

Peter 1: Do you feel better now?

Peter 2: Yes <3

[jettorii]

“What’s so funny?”

With either Peter 3 or 2 as the ler and Peter 1 as the lee :)

why not both >:]??

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

A Very Spidey Christmas

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Yippeeeee it’s done!! I was hoping to finish this before Christmas Eve buttttt oh well 😭 Also this isn’t as good as I thought it was gonna turn out to be buttt I hope you guys enjoy anyway! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and Happy Holidays to you all! ❤️ (I also just took incredibly bad guesses at what I thought their fav Christmas songs would be so plz just ignore that 😭)

🎶Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree🎶

🎵Have a happy holiday🎵

🎶Everyone dancing merrily🎶

🎵In the new old-fashioned way…🎵

The ‘Top Christmas Hits’ TV channel played softly in the background while our three favourite heroes sat on the couch of Peter2’s apartment, each of them with a hot chocolate in their hands while they chatted away.

“So, what’s your guys’s favourite Christmas song?” Peter1 asked, taking another sip of his warm drink.

“Oh, definitely Last Christmas, it’s a classic.” Peter2 answered with a definite nod.

“No way! It is pretty good, but to me Micheal Bublé’s songs just can’t be beat.” One argued with a smile.

“Uh, hello? Mariah Carey, the Queen of Christmas??” The middle Spider-Man protested as if it was the only possible answer. “Who is this Micheal guy anyway?”

“You don’t have Micheal Bublé in your universe??” The youngest’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Don’t think so, but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of him when going to your dimension. Doesn’t he just do covers of Christmas songs that already exist?” Three smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“That is beside the point! He’s got a good voice, and I’m pretty sure if you listened to him, you’d like it!”

“Guys, come on. No arguing during Christmas.” The oldest scolded playfully. The two heroes chuckled in response.

‘We interrupt your regular commercial break with a breaking report on the weather.’

The three brothers brought their attention to the TV to check what was happening.

‘Due to recent reports of heavy snowfall, it is advised that people stay out of the cold and in home, keeping warm and to avoid danger driving on slippery roads.’

“Geez! What’s it like out there?” Two asked before One hopped up from the couch. He pulled the curtains open for the three heroes to be greeted with a literal Winter Wonderland.

Almost no inch of ground was left uncovered with white snow besides the icy roads that had been ploughed through, and it looked pretty beautiful. All the colourful lights and decorations just seemed to be the cherry on top to the sight.

“Woah!” Two exclaimed. The three brother’s eyes were sparkling with amazement. Three span on his heels, instantly heading to his things.

“I’ve gotta swing around out there, I don’t even care.”

“Count us in!” The two boys announced in excitement, also rushing to grab their suits.

“You guys got any jackets or scarves or anything? I know how sneeze-prone you get when not warmed up properly in the cold, Three.” The oldest stated, wanting to make sure everyone stayed warm outside.

“Uhh, yeah. I’ve got a jacket and a scarf. How about you, One?”

“I’m covered, brought them just in case we did end up going outside.” The youngest replied with a smile.

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A few minutes later, all three Spider-Men were suited up, wearing their own jackets and scarves. One was a bit skeptical about wearing scarves while swinging around in case it came off, but the older two shrugged it off.

“Alright, you guys ready?” Two grinned, putting on his mask.

The two brothers nodded, also pulling their masks on over their faces. The oldest then pushed open a window to outside the apartment, each of them crawling out and resting on the side of the building.

Once Peter Two had stuck to the side of the building and shut the window, he gave the two a nod.

The younger brothers lit up before launching themselves off the side of the building, Two following behind with a chuckle as they both let out a series of joyful whoops.

And just like that the three were off, swinging past the many buildings in Queens, doing all sorts of flips and tricks.

They also passed a few snow plough drivers who watched them in astonishment. The three called out a few wished as they waved and swung past at speed.

“Happy Holidays, gents!”

“Merry Christmas!”

“And a Happy New Year!”

Peter One laughed happily at the exhilaration of swinging added by the excitement of the snow and decorations.

He was surprised how much warmer he felt with the coat and scarf. Though he did miss his suit warmer. The one that… Mr. Stark added to his old suit.

The youngest let out a small but mournful sigh, before he was snapped out by his train of thought. A clump of snow had hit him in the side.

He looked up, noticing Peter Three letting out a mischievous giggle as he swung ahead of him. One’s frown had instantly turned upwards.

“Oh, it’s on!”

He thwipped out a long web, using it to swing while lowering himself. He barely grazed the pavement as he scooped up a pile of snow from the ground, using both his hands to shape it into a ball when he briefly let go of his web.

He then shot another web out, using it to catch up to his older brother. Once he was close enough, he threw it, getting a perfect hit on the side of Three’s head.

“Haha! Gotcha!”

If One could see behind Three’s mask, he would’ve seen a face of shock, and a jaw dropped incredibly low.

“Oh, now you’ve done it!”

The youngest yelped as he shot a web in the other direction, heading back towards the oldest.

“Two! Help, he’s after me!” One giggled, swinging aside his brother. Two shook his head followed by an amused chuckle, also shooting a web the other way to stay beside him.

“Already?”

One shrugged, giggling again while the two swung round a corner and down another icy road closed in either side by buildings. Two then smirked behind his mask, holding up a snowball, fairly bigger than the two the younger heroes had made.

“Don’t worry, I came prepared.”

Three was catching up to the other two, laughing like an evil villain.

“Don’t think you can swing away that easy, One!”

However, his eyes widened when he saw Peter Two’s ‘weapon’.

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair!” He whined, yet still trying to catch up to his brothers.

“Yes it is! Throw a snowball at One and you’re getting snowballed right back!” Two declared playfully!

“Yeah, what he said!” One replied with another giggle.

However, the middle Spider-Man cocked his head to the side. One didn’t even need to see the cheeky smile behind his mask to know he was in trouble.

“Fine, but I guess that means I can do this!”

Three then swiftly swung ahead of the two, resting on the side of a building before diving for One as they swung past. Obviously, this all happened so fast One barely had enough time to go swing the other way, so Peter Three had caught him before he knew it.

“GAH-! No no no Three lemme go!!” One protested, unable to get out of the one arm wrapped tightly around his midsection.

“Nope! You’re comin’ with me!” Three announced, shooting a web upwards. He then yanked on the web, sending him and One flying upwards before landing on top of one of the buildings. The roof was covered in snow, so they had a soft landing.

The two ended up bursting into uncontrollable giggling over how they landed, but it wasn’t long until One’s giggles turned nervous as his waist was straddled by his older brother. Peter One yelped nervously as his sense went off at the sight of two hands hovering above his torso.

“Threhehee, come on! You started the snowball throwing!” The youngest’s whining may have been considered truly annoyed if he hadn’t had giggles interrupting it.

Eventually, Two also made his way up there, landing beside the two.

“Two, hehelp me!” One giggled, squirming underneath his older brother.

“Hmmm, I dunno, One. No one ever said tickles weren’t in the snowball fighting rulebook.” Two replied, wearing a shit-eating grin behind his mask as he dropped his snowball.

“What?? That’s not fahAIR-!” One was cut off by two claws sneaking under his jacket and squeezing at his sides.

“You heard the man, Petey! Tickles it is!~” Three sang, scribbling at his brother’s torso.

“Threhehee!! Quit ihit!” One swatted at his brother’s hands that were shoved under his jacket, but it did nothing to deter him. The youngest then let out a small shriek as his ribs were attacked.

“THREE-!”

“Haha! Gitchy goo, lil bro!~” The middle hero sang, gently scratching at the lower area of One’s ribs.

“TWOHoho, sahAHAHAVE ME-!” One squealed, covering his already masked face with his hands.

The oldest chuckled, shaking his head again as he walked behind the two, wrapping his arms around Peter Three’s midsection before lifting him off the youngest.

“Fiiiine, but you owe me a hot chocolate when we get back!” Two stated, pointing at his younger brother, who was currently recovering from the attack.

“Two, come on!! This is so not fair!” Three complained, squirming in his older brother’s arms.

“Alright, fine…” One huffed, catching his breath as he sat up. Three let out a fake offended gasp as his protests fell on deaf ears.

“You’ve just got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you??” Three claimed, now it being his turn to point. One giggled, cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah.~”

“I mean, how couldn’t he? Adorable as he looked, he’s my baby bro and I gotta help him.~” Two teased, sitting down while holding a squirmy Peter Three in his lap.

One’s face flushed behind his mask as he crossed his arms, glad he could smile behind his mask.

“Whatever…”

“Two, come on!! If you let me go, I’ll let you choose the Christmas movie tonight.” Three bargained, tilting his head down slightly as if giving puppy eyes.

“Hmm, tempting… But sorry, bro. Gonna have to turn it down.” Two dismissed, gifting Three a small poke to the belly, in which he earned a yelp.

“Also, why isn’t your jacket zipped up?? I told you, you’re gonna get cold!~” The oldest scolded playfully, starting to spider his fingers over Three’s stomach. Sure, he had his suit on, but it did little to nothing to protect him.

If anything, it made it tickle more (for some reason).

“Twoho, noooo! Nohot the belly!”

“Yeees, the belly! Ah tkltkltkl!~” Peter Two goaded as he sped up his tickles, Three squealing in response.

“EEHEHE DONT DOHO THAHAHAT!!”

“Don’t what? You don’t want me to… tkltkltkltkl ya?~” The oldest slowed down his tickles before speeding them right back up again.

“EEE-! QUIHIT IT!” Three laughed, but didn’t even try pushing his brother’s hands away.

“Come on, Three! It’s not that bad! If you weren’t wearing your suit, you may have been getting raspberried to deheath by now!” One mentioned, watching his older brothers with sparkling eyes as he giggled.

“Huh, I better remember that for when we get home.~ In the meantime, I can still do this…” Two then began nuzzling his masked face into his brother’s tummy, One giggling again as the middle hero shrieked.

“NAHAHA YOU GUYS ARE SAHAHO MEANNN!” Three let out a whining squeal as he to cackle uncontrollably.

Peter Two couldn’t hold in his laughter himself as he stopped his tickles, getting up from the snowy ground.

“Maybe, but you love us, really.~” Two stated, holding out a hand for the middle brother. Three playfully glared at his older brother and let out a small but joking groan, taking his brother’s hand and pulling himself up.

“I guess I can’t deny that…” Three sighed, grinning behind his mask with his hands on his hips as he slightly caught his breath.

“Now, time for some more swinging.” One announced, flipping off the building.

“Wait for us!” The two called, whooping and laughing as they too leaped off the building.

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The three heroes ended up swinging around for quite a while, before taking to sliding across the icy roads as if they were ice skating. It was so much fun, and they did all sorts of tricks.

Eventually, Three attempted to do a spin which resulted in him slipping and landing on his back, thankfully unharmed, and the three laughed their butts off.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before the temperature started to drop pretty low outside, so they all reluctantly began swinging back to Two’s apartment.

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“Ahh, so nice to be back inside and dressed up all warm.” Three sighed contentedly as he flopped down onto the couch.

“Sure is.” Two replied with a smile, sitting down next to his brother.

“Now lets get this movie started!” One declared happily, strolling into the living room with a cosy sweater on.

“Ah ah Ah! Don’t think I forgot about that promise, little buddy!”

“Ugh, okayyyy.” One groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. “You want a hot chocolate too, Three?”

“If you don’t mind, bro.” Three smiled sweetly at his brother. One sighed with a smile as he went to the kitchen.

“Oh, and Three?” Two asked.

“Hm?” Three responded, turning his head to face him.

“Don’t think I forgot about those raspberries either.~”

…

Ah shit.

[squiggly-mctwig]

hi! if you’re still taking drawing requests, can i have peter 2 getting some tickles? maybe from one of his spider bros? take your time ^-^ 💖

( *・∀・)ノ゛And now you shall receieve the ticklish Peter 2!

Also got the idea of 2 having ticklish wrists from a fic by @parker-fluff! ( check out their fics if you already haven't, they're so good >.< )

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

This Little Spidey Piggy

A/N: So after reading @parker-fluff , @tklfluff , and many many other amazing tickle arts and writers, I got the idea to create this one! Inspired by Peter 1’s snorts (oink oink 😂)

Summary: Peter 1 gets home from school sad because he had a bad day at school. So the other Peters cheer him up by making pigs in a blanket (his fav) with a few surprises tickle attacks with it of course.

Peter 2’s tingle went off before the front door opened from his apartment. “Hey Lil Spidey!” He said, expecting a response form his youngest brother. But all he got in returned was a ‘hey’ before Peter 1 left to retreat into his room.

Peter 3, who was sitting on the couch along side Peter 2 in the living room looked confused. “Is everything okay?” He asked as Peter 2 shook his head. “I don’t know. He didn’t seem like his usual self.”

“Yeah. One would come bursting through the door when he notice us. Then he would start rambling about how much he wants pigs ‘n blanket.” Peter 2 chuckled, remembering how much he loved it when One would whine whenever he didn’t get his favorite dinner. “Maybe something happened back at school. You think we should check on him?” Peter 2 asked as Peter 3 gasped and got up on his feet. “Of course we should. What type of big brothers would we be if we didn’t?” Peter 3 held out his hand for his eldest brother to help him off the couch. Peter 2 happily accepted it and was more grateful when he didn’t comment on his old age. “Why don’t you go talk to him first. I’ll go start us some dinner.”

“Lemme guess, pigs in a blanket?”

“Pigs in a blanket.”

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Peter 1 slumped on his bed, burring his face in the pillow to try and stop the tears from falling down. He didn’t want his brothers to see him like this. He’s suppose to be Spider-Man. The hero of New York City. The Friendly Neighborhood Hero of his Hometown. He wasn’t suppose to break down like this. What of a hero is he if he’s like this?

Peter 1 pulled the covers up to his face and curled himself into a ball. He was just about to drift off into dream land and wake up at around dinner time, hoping the tears would stop falling by then, but his spider tingle went off and his bedroom door opened to reveal Peter 3. Peter 1 gasped quietly and pretended to be asleep.

If I stay like this, he’ll leave

Peter 3 closed the door behind him and sighed. “You do realize I can tell when you’re sleep right? I heard you crying from the living room.” he replied, walked towards the sad teenager and sitting on his bed. Peter 1 didn’t move. Just laid there in the bed. “Come on buddy, I just wanna know why you were crying that’s all.” Again, no response.

The middle child was getting impatient. And he knew just how to deal with it.

Peter 3 smirked and shrugged his arms. “Okay, if you’re not gonna tell me, I might as well finish my dinner.” Peter 1 gasped and covered his mouth. This morning, Peter 3 came into his room to wake him up for school. And how did he do that? Well, by tickling of course. He grabbed one of his feet and started to chew on his toes. The bites were gentle but it tickled like crazy. And worse, he even did the ‘This Little Piggy’ song with his toes but he changed it up to ‘This Little Spidey Piggy’. He never got to finish his meal however because One was running late for school. But now, he’s back.

And he has nowhere to go.

Faster than One could ever dread, Peter 3 grabbed one of his feet like he did last time and scooted closer to his feet so it could be more comfortable. “Ready for round two?” Peter 1 was too afraid to respond and just muffled his giggles. Unfortunately, Peter 3 was able to hear him. “Aw, are you already waiting. You’re such a good little Spidey. Yes you are. Tell you what, sense you’re waiting so patiently, I’ll start right now.” At that moment, Peter 1 tried to tug his leg from Three’s grip, but the grip was too firm.

It was too late.

Peter 3 used his index and thumb finger to wiggle his big toe. “This little spidey piggy went to market.” he said in an annoying baby voice. Peter 1 couldn’t contain his giggles and let them all out. “Gah! Nohohohoho threhehehehehehehehe stahahahahap!” Peter 3 gave his toe a kiss and moved on to the next one. “This little spidey piggy stayed home.”

“Eeeeeeehehehehehehehehehehe ahahahahahahaha!” Peter 1 squealed earning another kiss to his second toes. “This little spidey piggy had roast beef.” Peter 3 smiled when a couple of snorts escaped from his little brother’s mouth. Peter 1 stuck his tongue out but was grateful for the covers covering his face. “This little spider piggy had none.” Peter 1 knew where this was going. “NOHO PLEASE!”

“And this little spidey piggy cried...” Peter 3 pulled the covers back so Peter 1′s head was covered up but his body was exposed. Peter 3 slowly, with anticipation (and a smirk on his face), lifted his shirt up a bit and scribbled his fingers surprising the little spider. “AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA THREEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

“WEE WEE WEE!! All the way home.” As if on cue, Peter 1 made another snort sound. Peter 3 couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled the covers from his brother’s face to reveal what he was searching for. A smile on his face. “There he is. There’s my little spidey.” Peter 3 said helped up Peter 1 while still recovering from his giggle shocks. Three placed him on his lap as One snuggled into his chest. “So, wanna tell me what happened?” he asked with sympathy as One sighed and told him about how the kids at school treated him like a bully again because he was so smart. “Hey, those kids ain’t got nothing on you. You’re the real deal. At the end of the day, those kids are just jealous cause they want to be as smart as you and they can’t be.” Peter 1 smiled and chuckled. “Thanks bro.”

“Any time. Little spidey!” Peter 3 said, putting his brother into a headlock to give him an all out noogie. “Hehehehehehey stahahahap iihihihihihit.”

“Bros, dinner’s ready! And stop nooging our little brother, he’ll have to use your shampoo again.” Peter 2 called from the kitchen making both little brothers laugh. “Come on One, Two made your favorite.”

“Pigs in a blanket? YES!” Peter 1 cried as he zoomed into the kitchen, Peter 3 right behind.

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

AWWWW THE SILLY BOYSSSS

If prompts are still open

Can I maybe have a lee peter 3 feeling a bit left out because you know middle sibling things?

Sorry I havnt got much of an idea

A Special Message

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Thank you for the prompt @touch-starved-switch ❤️ :) Sorry it took a bit to get here ❤️😅 But I hope you enjoy! ❤️ :))

Three scrolled up on his phone when Peter 1 turned to him.

"Hey Three, we have a message to give you."

The middle Peter looked up. "A message?"

"Yehep." Two tackled his brother to the ground.

"Ah! What kind of message is this!"

The eldest managed to pin Three's wrists to his chest as One knelt next to them. "A tickle message."

"Whahat! AH! NAH!"

"Come ohon." Peter 2 spidered up his younger brother's sides. "You haven't been tickled by us ihin fohoreveher!"

"NAHEEEEE!"

"Yeheah." Peter 1 attacked his hips. "You neheed toho lahaugh aha bit mohore!"

Peter 3 snorted.

"Ahawww, hehe snortehed!" Two teased.

"NAHAIHI DIDN'T!"

One moved up to tickle Three's armpits. "Liar!"

As Peter 3 cackled, he had to admit, he did feel included by the playful tickle message. He had been ignoring the two's conversation because he felt left out. The two were gushing about a new show they had been hyperfixating over the last few weeks that Three really didn't have an interest.

It seemed the two just always bonded easily over things that Three just didn't get. He knew they weren't intentionally leaving him. Hyperfixations always made any of them forget everyone else was in the room.

"Ahaw Twoho." One poked the middle Peter's stomach. "Hehe's nohot lihistenihing to our messahage."

"Noho! Ihim listenihing! I'm listenihing!"

"Mmm, I don't think he ihis." Two smirked. "Maybehe wehe need toho gehet his attention."

"Ah!" The middle Peter tried to squirm away. "Nohononoho! Ihi knohow what thahat fahace meheans!"

"Oho gohood." The eldest started to push up his younger brother's shirt. "So yohou knohow what's coming."

"Ah!" Three tried to grab his shirt back but One managed to keep his arms away. "Nah! TwoOOOO! YOU JEHERK!"

The eldest grinned as he continued blowing raspberries into his younger brother's stomach.

One giggled. "Yohou hahave hihis attention now Twoho."

The eldest looked up. "Finally paying attentihion?"

"Yehes!" Three squirmed and giggled. "Yes! Ihim ahall ehears!"

"Gohood cahause this is importahant." Two poked Three's stomach. "We love you soho much, and no hyperfixation will ever matter more than yohou."

The middle Peter blushed at the attention. "I knohow, Ihi knohow. You guhuys aharen't ignoring mehe ohon purpose. Yohou're juhust really fixated ohon thihis shohow."

"But wehe kihinda made you feel ignored by talking about it so much?" One asked.

Peter 3 hesitantly nodded.

Both Peter 1 and 2 turtled into their shoulders.

"We're sorry Three," Peter 2 replied. "Guess we just kinda got carried away the last few days."

"It's okahay." Three moved to sit up. "Ihi shouldn't be jealous over aha show."

"Do you want to watch something different instead?" One offered.

Three shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"

"Hmm, not sure," One tapped his chin.

"I have an idehea" Peter 2 smirked. "Why don't wehe plahay aha gahame instead."

Three's eyes widen as he scrambled back. "Twoho! Don't yohou dahare!"

Peter 1 mirrored the eldest's smirk.

"Ohone! Nohot yohou tohoo!"

The eldest crouched. "Run."

A moment later, Three bolted off the couch and out of the room with the other two Peters hot on his trail.

The show was forgotten for the rest of the afternoon.

[mushyblushyredhead]

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

DAY 2: Accidental (Marvel)

Lee!Peter 1

Lers!Peter 2 & 3

Summary: An innocent brotherly cuddle pile between the three Spider-bros suddenly turns ticklish when the older Peters make an interesting discovery about their youngest brother.

So cuddly…so warm.

A collection of content sighs filled the air of the oldest Peter’s apartment. The three Spider-Men were currently cuddled up next to each other in a makeshift blanket nest that the younger two begged Peter 2 to let them set up.

And so here they were: the oldest Peter in the middle of the cuddle pile with his two younger brothers snuggled up on either side of him. He had his arms wrapped around the youngsters, his fingers gently running through their fluffy hair.

“Mmm…this is nice,” the middle Peter said. The youngest hummed happily in agreement. “This is honestly like, free therapy right here.”

Peter 2 chuckled. “Aww. As long as it makes you guys happy. I’ll admit, this brotherly cuddle nest you guys set up really is nice. I think we were all due for a nice cuddle. Especially our newest little Spidey here.” He gave a squeeze to the youngest Peter.

“Heyyyy,” Peter 1 whined. “I’m not that little.”

“Are you kidding? You’re our adorable baby bro!” Peter 3 cooed, reaching over to ruffle the younger’s hair.

“Aaah! Heheyyy! Quit ihit!”

“Alright you two, relax,” Peter 2 said with a fond eye roll. “But he’s got a point, little Pete. You technically are the baby brother of our trio.” The youngest pouted with a huff. “Hey, don’t take it in a bad way. It just means you’ll get double the hugs and affections because you’re so cute!” Peter 2 booped the youngest’s nose.

Peter 1 rolled his eyes. “C’mon guys, you both treat me like I’m five. Have you forgotten that I’m frickin’ Spider-Man?”

“An adorable Spider-Man!” The middle brother chirped. He sat up from the cuddle pile to playfully squish the littlest Peter’s cheeks. “I don’t know how you could ever have any enemies, little bro. You’re too cute! How can your enemies not spare you or constantly stay mad at you if you’re this adorable?”

The teasing combined with the face squishes was making Peter 1 blush and let out involuntary giggles. “S-Stohohop, you weirdo!”

Peter 3 kept talking. “I mean look at him, Dos! If you were his enemy, would you wanna keep fighting this kid?”

The oldest couln’t help but laugh at the unfolding predicament. “No, definitely not. If anything, I think it would make me want to do this instead for all the times he’s foiled my plans!” He surprised the youngest Spidey by suddenly scooping him up in an upside down hug, making Peter 1 squeal as he now dangled upside down.

“Hehehey! Put me dowwwn!” Peter 1 couldn’t stop giggling. The silliness of being upside down made him feel like a little kid again.

The little wholesome moment was interrupted when Peter 2 gave a playful squeeze to the younger’s sides. The reaction was instantaneous; Peter 1 squeaked loudly and kicked out his legs, almost hitting his older brother in the face.

The room fell silent. Finally, Peter 3 broke the silence. “What was that? Did you just squeak, lil’ Pete?”

The youngest blushed. “Uhhm…n-no..?”

“Then what was that noise? Did that hurt when I touched you there?” The oldest Peter frowned with concern. “I’m sorry if I did.”

“N-No its not that..! It’s—I’m just—uhm…”

When the littlest brother didn’t respond, Peter 2 gave another experimental squeeze in the same spot and the same thing happened; Peter 1 jolted with another loud squeak. Crap-eating grins spread across the two older Spider brothers’ faces.

“Ohh I think I know what it is,” the oldest said in a sing-song voice.

“I think a certain little Spider-bro is ticklish~” Peter 3 sang.

Peter 1’s blush darkened. He rapidly shook his head, attempting to squirm out of the upside down hug with no luck. “N-No I’m not! Get a-away from me! Both of you!”

“Gosh, he’s squirming so much,” Peter 2 said with a huff.

“Why not put him down?” the middle Peter suggested.

“No! Nohoho c’mon guys!” In a matter of seconds, Peter 1 was dumped onto the pile of blankets and immediately pinned by his older brothers. His oldest brother had him trapped in his lap; wrists grabbed and pinned above his head. And his other older brother took a seat by his legs, resting his fingers on his kneecaps. “Guhuhuys! Guys pleaheeheehease! y-you don’t have to—EEEEHP!!”

Peter 1 squealed as his sides were tased. The culprit turned out to be his cheeky middle brother.

“And just how come you never told us about this, little Spidey?”

“Yeah, how come you didn’t tell us our little bro was ticklish?”

“I-I dihihidn’t know! And I’m not even tickliAAAAHA!” His lie was cut short when the fingers that tased his sides now vibrated and stayed glued in that spot. “NAAAHAhahaheeHEEE! Qhuihihit thaHAAhat!”

“Awww someone’s not a very good liar~” Peter 3 sing-songed. He moved his fingers upward, spidering them to Peter 1’s ribs next. He grinned when he saw how his little brother twitched with a girly squeal.

Feeling a bit left out of the playful banter, the oldest Spider-Man finally joined in. His free hand fluttered against Peter 1’s neck, resulting in another squeal and leg kick.

“Whoa! Easy there, little bro,” exclaimed Peter 3. “Don’t kick me.”

“I-I caHAHAhan’t hehehelp ihihit!” Peter 1 squeaked out. His blushy face was really starting to rival his Spidey suit. Out of all the embarrassing things his brothers could’ve discovered and exploited, it just had to be this one.

Things got worse when the middle Peter decided to scribble across his belly and the oldest fluttered his fingers under his arm.

“EEAAAHEHEEEHAHAAAA!! NAHAHAO N-Not thEHEHhere!!”

“Not where?” Both Peters innocently asked.

“T-Thehehehere!! Both…Both plahahahaces!!”

“Awww!!” Peter 3 couldn’t help but coo. “Ticklish tummy and armpits?” The littlest shook his head rapidly as more giggles poured out. “Awww! We got a ticklish tummy and armpits here! How cuuuute!”

“S-StAHAhap teasing, you jeheherk!” Peter 1 giggle-whined.

“Peter Dos, do you hear that sass?” The middle Spidey pretended to be offended.

“Yeah, I heard it. And I don’t think I like that tone you’re using, little bro.”

Both spider brothers cracked their knuckles for dramatic effect before plunging their fingers down and tickling anywhere they could reach: underarms, in between ribs, behind the knees, even Peter 3 got evil enough to slip his hands under his squealing bro’s shirt to scribble at his bare tummy.

It was maddening. It was torture. But it was…fun. Gosh, how long has it been since Peter 1 even laughed like this? A long time, in fact. Long before Mr. Stark left.

But here he was now, red faced and giggling brightly. Instinctively kicking and squirming, but not putting up too much of a fight to get away. Turns out, it’s not so bad letting his older spider counterparts know of his one little weakness. It was fun, and it made him feel genuinely happy to get to play around with the other Peters like this after everything.

So yeah. It’s not so bad letting his ticklishness be exposed and exploited. As long as they didn’t find out about his extra sensitive belly button or that one spot right under his arm and above his highest rib—oh nope. Too late.

There’s nothing Peter 1 can hide from his counterpart brothers, apparently. And that especially includes tickle spots. Ohh he was so getting them back for this!

THE END :3

[grayishgiggles]

“I Think Someone’s Lying”

“I think someone’s lying,” Peter 3 sing-songed.

“I’m not. Now can you let me go?” Peter 2 complained as he tugged at his trapped wrist. He was starting to blush.

If he didn’t flinch when the other gave him a playful poke on the side while watching TV, he wouldn’t be in this circumstance.

“Just say you’re ticklish and you’re free, promise.”

“No matter what I say, you’re gonna tickle me.”

“Then why are you so anxious if you aren’t ticklish? Shouldn’t be a problem for you.” Peter 3 raised his eyebrows as they locked eyes.

There was a small silence between the two older brothers, both awaiting for the other to make a move. Peter 3 gave a fake sigh of defeat. “You know, you’re right, big bro. I’m gonna tickle you anyway.”

Peter 3 in one swift movement raised Peter 2’s trapped arm and with his freehand zapped him with two fingers at his side. “Zzt!!”

Peter 2 wasn’t quick enough and broke into a smile. “H-hehey!!”

“Zzt!! Zzt!!” The middle brother added more fingers and kept tasing. Peter 2 couldn’t help but let out a few chuckles.

Peter 3 quickly maneuvered the oldest to get trapped on the couch laying down, getting both of Peter 2’s wrists in one hand and above his head with little struggle. It was easier than he thought it’d be, almost too easy. “Big bro’s gonna get tickled!” He teased.

“Oh my god shut it-!”

“I’m gonna get you!”

“I know you ahare just stop talking!!”

“You want me to do this instead?” Peter 3 wiggled his freehand’s fingers above his torso. The oldest did something very new: yelped.

“No not that either!! Stop!!” His voice sounded angry but his nervous smile said otherwise. “Y-yohou ass!”

Peter 3 just laughed at that. “Awwww! So you tease me and Lil Spidey to death, but when it’s your turn…” his wiggly hand lowered slowly, only making the oldest begin giggling nervously.

“If y-yohou keep talking…I swear-!”

Peter 2’s vague threat was cut short when he wheezed. Peter 3’s fingers got bored of teasing and drilled his ribs, breaking the oldest’s last chance of acting tough. He scrunched his nose and bucked.

“Tickletickletickletickleeee!!”

Peter 2 was gonna kill him for this.

[fluffy-tkls]

welcome to the community boo!!

here’s a sentence starter! feel free to pick the lee and ler with whatever characters ya want!!🥰

“ohoooo someone’s gonna get it now.”

Thanks @babyparker11 for your request! This is my second time trying to write this and hopefully I dont press 'post' while still writing this. This might be short but I will make longer one's later on. Again, first time doing this, hopefully you enjoy!

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"ohoooo someone's gonna get it now!" Peter 2 said as he was running towards Peter 1. Peter 1 darted across the house, it took Peter 2 a couple of minutes before finally having a grasp onto him. "NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHSE" Peter 1 squealed, he tried to squirm out of Peter 2's grasp, but to no avail.

"You ate the last slice of pizza that was specifically for me in the fridge, the tickle monster wasnt happy, so it is getting revenge" Peter 2 teased. Peter 2 scribbled his ribs, and Peter 1 screamed with laughter. "I-IHIHIM SOHOHORY" Peter 1 struggled to get out. "Are ya now?" Peter 2 teased, Peter 1's face was a tomato. "You are not gonna get away from me young one" Peter 2 said and scribbled Peter 1's stomach. Peter 1 squealed and squirmed, eventually getting out of Peter 2's grasp. They both fell on the floor, they were both laughing. "L-lohohok man I'm sorry for eating the last slice of pizza" Peter 1 chuckled.

"By the way, Peter 3 ate the last pint of ice cream you wanted later on" Peter 1 said. "Did he now?" Peter 2 asked filled will suspicion. He nodded "In fact...he is coming downstairs now" Peter 1 said quietly, and what do you know, Peter 3 came downstairs, he was about to throw away the wrapper. "Uh..." Peter 3 said making it down the stairs. "That was Peter 2's desert" Peter 1 said. When Peter 3 finally realized it, he darted back up the stairs. "COME HERE PETER 3" Peter 2 yelled and ran up the stairs. Peter 1 wanted to watch what would happen next, so he followed upstairs as well.

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Thank you so much for reading this! Have a good rest of your day/night!

[jettorii]

@tklfluff HOLDING YOU IN MY ARMS RN THANK YOU FOR THIS <33

[fanficsandfluff]

“…don’t you dare.”

(Peter 3 to Peter 2)

I haven't touched the ones sitting in my inbox since starting my Encanto fic, so I'll now be getting to some of these. Thank you for your patience.

(NOT ACCEPTING) Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five...

(you will see that I am handling the "next five" part very loosely lol)

"... don't you dare."

"Oh, I dare," Peter 2 responded with a funny quirk of his eyebrow and a grin spreading across his lips.

Both Peters sat still and stiff, as if they were trying to out-wait the other's spider senses for movement detection.

It was Peter 2 who made the first move and Peter 3 turned out to not be as quick as he hoped against a mirror Spider-Man. He was pulled back onto the couch and wrists were bundled up in one of Peter 2's hands.

"Make that noise again," Peter 2 teased, using his free hand to stroke one finger up and down Peter 3's side.

"St-Stohop!" Peter 3 whined and he twisted and wriggled like a worm on a hook. It didn't help when his captor dug two fingers into the space between his bottommost ribs. Peter 3 yelped.

"You're almost there. Not quite like that, though, it was more squeaky..." Peter 2 contemplated before scratching all his fingers up Peter 3's ribs, approaching the other's armpits. Peter 3's arms that sat in front of him, wrists pinned, jerked suddenly and hard, pulling back to try and shield his armpits.

"Squ-Squeaky!?" Peter 3 choked out, offended.

"Yeah. Hold still," Peter 2 fully straddled his variant and lifted those wrists up over his head, without much protest, believe it or not. Hm.

"Duhude! Dude, no, come on, Pete. Dohon't, I just flinched before, that's all!"

"You're not making a good case for yourself," Peter 2 said with his innocent-as-ever smile and look on his face. A nice guy til the end.

The minute Peter 3 felt fingers stroking up and down and in circles into his armpits, he was done for. He was shrieking and snorting, and making any other fathomable embarrassing noise.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

This is a fun little prompt idea i had!

One of my favorite ideas are wake up tickles! When i think of the spidey boys, i can see Peter 2 and Peter 3 both being up and Peter 1 still being asleep and they want to wake him up and obviously they agree there is only one way to do it, with tickles!

"Alright One, its noon, you gotta wake up!"

Ler!peter2 and ler!peter3 lee!peter1

(Awww, this is adorable ❤️ wake up tickles are just top tier because they're so much fun to play around with :) you can be fun, aggressive tickler or you can be soft, gentle tickler depending on the situation ❤️ It's a win-win either way! Hope you enjoy Anon, and thank you :))

"Alright One, it's noon, you gotta wake up!"

"Mm!" One whined.

"Looks like someone stayed up past their bed time again," Two teased as he sat on one side of the youngest.

Peter 3 sat on the other side. "Ignored bedtimes make for cranky teenagers."

"Mmmnot," One mumbled and curled into a ball.

Peter 2 and 3 shared a look. Their baby brother always argued he wasn't adorable but then he would do the cutest little things.

Peter 3 ruffled One's curls. "You can't sleep all day Bug, you gotta get up."

Peter 1 pulled the blanket over his head. "Nooooo!"

"Peter, you have 10 seconds to get out of bed or else," Two warned.

There was a huff from under the covers before everything fell quiet again.

Three shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you warned him."

Peter 2 sighed as he grabbed an ice cube out of the water cup left on the youngest's nightstand. "They just don't listen do they."

Three watched as the oldest rubbed the ice cube together in his hands. "What are we going to do about it Two?"

Two dropped the rest of the ice cube back into the cup. "Simple."

Peter 1's upper body popped into view as the blanket was yanked away. Without thinking, One covered his eyes with his arm. This movement allowed Two to quickly shove his now cold hands under the youngest's shirt.

One squealed. "AHH! WAHAIT!"

Two's frozen fingers skittered across his belly. "Wakey wakey."

"NAAAAH YOU JEHERK!"

Peter 2 pulled his hands out from One's shirt. "Are you going to get up?"

Peter 1 groaned and covered his eyes with hishands. "Don't wahant to."

Both older brothers noted the small smile tugging at the corners of One's mouth.

Peter 2 wiggled his cold fingers into the youngest's neck. "Come on, where's that little face?"

One turtled into his shoulders. "NOO!"

"Yohou're doing ihit wrong Two." Three gently pushed his older brother aside. "Let me show you how it's done."

Peter 3 then placed two fingers on each One's sides then began walking his fingers up. "Come out, come out wherever yohou are."

Peter 1 broke into bubbly giggles that made both his older brothers grin. Then Peter 3 slipped a pinch to One's ribs.

The youngest's hands shot down to grab the middle brother's wrists. "AHH! Hehey!"

"Thehere he is!"

"And you claim you aren't cute," Peter 2 cooed.

While Peter 3 resumed his attack on his ribs, Peter 2 added in some light pinches to his cheeks. The double attack kept him squirming in multiple different directions and a dark blush burned across his cheeks.

After a couple more moments of friendly torture, the older two released the youngest. Peter 1 curled into a ball of airy giggles.

"Ahare you ready to get uhup now?" Two teased.

One whined. "Fihihine."

"Come on Bug! We want to go have some fun!" Three exclaimed.

Peter 1 pushed himself up. "What did yohou want to do?"

"Well, the park's not too far," Peter 2 replied.

"The weather's perfect too!" Three sprang to his feet. "Come on!"

The youngest jumped out of bed. He had been begging for a park trip all week but they just hadn't had the time.

A moment later, both younger brothers bounded out of the room with Peter 2 strolling behind.

[bratbutcute]

You can't run away from yourself pt. 2

Part 1 / Part 2

Thank you so much for all the support you gave me on the first part if this fic. I was very scared to publish it but now I’m happy I found the courage to do so.

I hope you enjoy this second part ♥️

In which Peter (3) finally get what he wanted all along.

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Peter was swinging as quickly as he could between New York’s buildings; this city felt both familiar and off, as if somebody had moved one inch every structure and he couldn’t figure out what was different. But still, he felt so happy right now that he could easily shake this feeling off.

Peter - number two - was fast approaching him. He almost caught him once but Peter knew that man was giving him an advantage. Just because he was younger that didn’t mean he was faster, actually he noticed how quick and skilled his namesake was during a couple of ‘missions’ they had those days. He had more time and experience on his side.

After a couple of minutes he felt safe from the other’s reach and felt confident enough to stop.

He jumped on the nearest tall roof, took off his mask and only then turned back to check where the other was.

Scanning the streets he could only see people walking, fortunately they were being blessed with a little peace from crime that day, but New York’s streets were as crowded as ever. The sky though was clear and there was no sign of another Spiderman swinging around.

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a happy and giddy smile on his face. He was on high alert, ready to run away again.

Then he felt the tingle sensation in the back of his neck.

«Did you really think you were safe? I’m not that old you know?» the voice came much, much closer than he expected. He screamed and tried to run away, but this time an arm wrapped around his waist and dragged him closer.

«P-Pete wahait.» they both knew what was going to happen. Different universes and timelines couldn’t shake their common need for love and attention and how much they liked it in this specific form. And to be honest he did kind of literally asked for it.

«Man you want this too. I’m literally you remember? You can’t run away from yourself» he affectionately smiled and ruffled his hair, eliciting another small giggle from the young man.

He really did need a laugh. Since the event of the Statue of Liberty he had been the most emotional one. Saving MJ had made a lot of feelings emerge and he was being particularly harsh on himself.

This little game was Peter 2’s way to make him relax a little and free his mind for a couple of minutes. Or maybe hours, depending on how much this different body could take.

«If you actually want me to stop please shoot a web, okay?» he waited for the other to nod before adjusting himself.

He kept hugging the young man from behind, his hands directly positioned on his sides. He decided to begin slowly, not wanting the experience to be too overwhelming. He started by pinching with the tip of his fingers the other's sides eliciting small squeals.

«Yeah. You're just as ticklish as I am. So so so much.» Peter 2 chanted as his newfound brother blushed.

His hands travelled up to his ribs, making the boy hiccup under his touch. «Is this a bad place?» he teased, increasing the speed of his fingers.

«N-no» Peter 2 smirked as the younger turned his head all the way to avoid being seen in his face. Even if the sensation was maddening he forced himself to contain his laughter as much as he could just to prolong this game they were having.

«Oh so this is how you want to play? You know I can break you as soon as I want right? I know all of your weaknesses» he let one of his hands leave the hug and fluttered his fingers on his neck. Peter - nose scrunched and cheeks as red as his Spiderman suit - squealed again, twisting and gasping for air.

«I know how to make you smile.» he lightly scratched his side with one hand and the taller man flinched, the brightest smile beaming on his face.

«Or giggle.» he slip a couple of fingers right under the thin fabric of the Spiderman's suit, to reach the place where the neck met the shoulders. Peter had a much louder reaction than anticipated.

«Ohoho my Gohohod please pl- pleahahahse nohoho.» he scrunched up his shoulders, trying to protect himself as the light touch shifted from one side of the neck to the other, making him dance in the man’s lap.

«Okay maybe this was more than a giggle. Should I explore more our differences?» as the man's fingers kept tracing that point, Peter's laughter increased. «Nohoho no no nohoho plehehahahse I swear we're the sahahame.»

He stopped his torment on the neck and let the other take a breath.

Gasping for air Peter thought about a way to escape, not necessarily because he wasn't enjoying himself, but rather out of pure survival instinct, but has he was bringing his arms back to hoist up, two hands sneaked into his armpits.

His laughter was so loud he wondered how nobody was complaining or investigating the sound.

«Did you really think I would not anticipate that?»

«I WAHAHAHS HOHOPINH YOHOHOU WOHOHOHOHOHOULDN’T- OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STOHOHOP» he screamed.

Even the older one was surprised by this reaction and started to laugh along with him, happy to feel the other's muscles relax under his touch, as he leaned more and more on his chest. Peter knew this was the time to hit his worst spot, before he would be too tired to handle it.

«I hope you are ready for what is about to happen young man.» Peter 3 looked genuinely scared at that sentence.

They were now sitting on the roof, the younger man leaned on the older's chest, his hands free to move even if they had never tried to stop or relent his torment.

Peter 2 readjusted his hold on the boy. «Now I want you to put your hands up and hold them behind my neck, can you do that?» he asked, amusement tinted in his voice.

Peter (3) could feel the other's hands fixed on his sides, and even if his fingers were not moving he could not stop feeling the ticklish sensation all over his body.

«No no no mahahan nohoho pleheheehasee don't mahake me do thihihis.»

«Do you want to be tickled?» he asked again, as if he hadn’t repeated the question enough that day. The boy whined throught his giggles, hiding his face and trying to regain at least a bit of composure.

«Wohould you plehehase stop ahasking?»

«Is my baby bro too embarrassed to handle the teasing?». Peter actually lost it at this point. He felt his cheeks burning hot and hid again, as his heart pounded in his chest and not because of the tickling.

Peter 2 smiled softly.

When his breath had calmed down he slowly raised his arms. His senses were overloaded and he could feel a "threat" coming from everywhere. A colder breeze made him giggle and the micro movement of the older's hands made him slap his arms back a couple of times.

When he finally managed to put his hands on the back of the man's neck he felt exhausted.

«Ready?»

As soon as Peter nodded the other hero started to wiggle his fingers right in front of the toned abdomen of the victim, happy to see how such a simple movement was making his younger self wheeze.

«Ohohoh my Gohoohood.»

«I think you should save your breath now.» Peter couldn't think. He could feel his fingers on his skin even if he wasn't actually touching him. He started drumming his feet on the ground, his entire focus was devoted on keeping his arms up, to prove himself he could take it.

When he actually felt the wave of tickish sensation on his stomach though, all he could do was slam his arms down and lightly push the other away, boisterous laughter filling the air.

«NOHOHOAHAHAHAHHA» his protests were lost in his laughter. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so happy. Probably a long time ago, before all of the tragedies in his life. Before he felt like a mistake.

«IHIH CAHAHA- I CAHAHAHAN’T.»

The older started to giggle along «I hope yohou’re not talking about laughing, because that you can definitely doho.»

And laugh he did. He let himself laugh freely as much as he could, the feeling of the other's fingers dancing on his abdomen driving him insane in the best way possible. When he felt like he could not breath anymore he shot one weak web, not really aiming anywhere.

He immediately felt himself being embraced. A warm feeling of happiness made him relax even more, his eyelids starting to feel heavy.

«C'mon baby boy, I'm taking you back home.» he put both his and the other's man masks on and hopped him on his back.

«I'm not a baby.» he pouted «I'm older than the other one.» Spiderman laghed as he shoot his first web «Yeah you're right. You are a big baby.»

«I fucking hate you man.» he mumbled hiding his face in the other's neck. After a few minutes, before they could arrive at Happy's apartement, Peter shyly whispered «Thank you. You’re an awesome brother.»

Peter 2 was thankful to have his mask on since his cheeks were now burning and he probably had tears in his eyes.

«Anytime»

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I am so proud of how this turned out! I was so worried about everything (my writing, my english, the way I was describing everything, the different ways to fucking call these men) but at some point I started enjoying writing and that's it. I hope you can enjoy this too.

Thank you so much if you have read up untill here, this means a lot to me.

[i-always-wanted-brothers]

52! ler!peter2 lee!peter3 because i definitely feel like he would say "not there..." about someone getting near his feet or bad rib😂❤

Oh this is cute, thank you for sending it in! I hope you like it! So sorry for the delay on it! I realized this is my first time writing a lee other than Peter 1, so let me know what y'all think! Also, I think I'm gonna try out the tickletober challenge (a little late, but there's no harm in doing it at a different time!) Hope y'all like this and I promise not to disappear again lol @parker-fluff (I promised I'd tag you when I finished this so here ya go!)

The whole world was warm. Warm and soft and peaceful. A soft, dim light peaked through the curtains but Peter 2 didn't mind. He was as cozy as can be, curled up under a mound of blankets in his soft bed. He'd wrapped up work at Otto's lab early last night se he didn't have to bring anything back with him.

A soft click of the door let him know that one of his younger brothers had entered the room, but he wasn't aware enough yet to even consider getting up. Someone pulled the thick comforter back and quietly slipped into bed next him, pulling him closer and wrapping their arms around him. Peter 2 sighed and melted into his brother's arms, smiling when he felt a kiss pressed against his head that was tucked under the other's chin. Probably Peter 3 then. Yep, this was a good way to start the weekend.

Gentle fingers started scratching up and down his back, making him smile and hum in approval. Just as he was on the edge of falling back asleep, he flinched slightly as Peter Three's fingers moved to brush over his side. He tried to stay still, not wanting the moment to end, but the teasing gentleness was simply maddening. He hummed in play annoyance and angled slightly away but Peter 3 just adjusted with him.

"Cohohme on Thehee," he chuckled into his pillow.

"Shhhhh just relax Peter!" Two could hear the mischief in his brother's voice. Suddenly Peter 2 squealed and turtled as Peter 3 danced his fingers over the back of his neck.

"AlriGHT that's it! Get over here, you!" Peter 2 surged up and turned around, grabbing Peter 3 around the waist and knocking him down on the bed, rapidly squeezing at his ribs as they fell down. Peter 3 was squealing right away.

"Did you really think you could tickle me this early in the morning and get away with it?"

"Shuhuhuuht uhup, Two!"

"Ohhh no you're asking for it now!"

Poor Peter 3 was already in hysterics, his happy laughter bouncing around the room.

"No no I think you're trying to get something," said Peter 2, smirking at the other, "So how about you fess up and tell me what's got you going today, huh?"

"NeHEver!"

"You sure about that, buddy?" Peter 2 started slowly walking his fingers up Three's sides, slowing down even more as he neared his giggling brother's ribs.

Peter Three's eyes grew wide in anticipation and horror as he realized what was about to happen. He bit his lip in a failed attempt to try and hide his smile.

"Don't you dare, old man."

Peter Two's smile grew till his eyes were crinkled up in the corners as he gently laughed at his brother.

"So THATS what you wanted, huh? Very well then!"

And with that, Peter 2 struck, wiggling and squeezing his fingers right into Three's ribs making him let out a shriek and fall into loud, bubbly laughter.

"WAIT! Not theHEHRE NAHAAHAHAHAH! PETER!"

"Nono, you brought this on yourself young man!"

Peter 3 squeezed his eyes shut and turned onto his side halfheartedly trying to escape the tickles, wheezing and giggling as he weakly pushed at Two's hands. His strength was failing him quickly as Peter 2 relentlessly played at his ribs.

"This what you were trying to get? You just wanted some tickles?"

Peter 3 shook his head in between silent giggles, now just holding on to Two's hands and no longer trying to push them away.

"Well? What'd you want huh? You gonna talk lil buddy?" Peter 2 stopped to give him a break, but kept his hands resting on the other's ribs just in case he needed some encouragement.

After a few moments of Peter 3 gulping down air and getting out the last of his giggles, he was still quite and almost uncharacteristically shy.

"Hey Pete, what's up? You know you can talk to me." Two was slightly worried something was wrong, but Three had seemed so happy just a couple moments ago.

"Nothing really. I mean- I just wanted to hang out with you today. You've been busy a lot lately."

Peter Two's face softened and he smiled gently at Peter 3.

"Aw buddy, I'm sorry! You could have said that, you didn't have to tickle me awake you know."

Peter 3 smiled smugly and shifted his weight under Peter 2, "Yeah, but it's more fun that way!"

Two's eyes narrowed glaring playfully down at him. He flexed his fingers against Peter Three's ribs and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh no," Peter 3 gulped and suddenly his rambunctious laughter was bouncing off the walls again. Peter 2 laughed with him, beaming down at his little brother. A good weekend indeed.