Summary: You and Peter thought it would be a good idea to play hide and seek but sometimes you forget how good Peter is when it comes to finding you.
Lee: Reader
Ler: Spider-Man
Word Count: 457
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“Alright, Spiderman, I’m gonna find you one way or the other.” you said after you finished counting and began looking around the place to look for him. You looked around for the obvious places, living room, bedroom, and bathroom. Then you started looking for hiding places where you think he would be hiding. In the bathroom, you opened the shower curtain but he wasn’t there. In the bedroom, you looked under the bed, checked in the closet, still nothing. You went to the living room again and went by the couches to look for that empty space by the couch and the wall, not there either. You even checked the laundry room but he was nowhere to be seen. Now you started to question yourself where he would be. Little did you know, he was literally on the ceiling. He was crawling above you, following you and staying quiet when he crawled. Peter was built for stealth.
When you were to give up, he carefully and quietly lowered himself on the floor behind you then he tapped your shoulder. You squeaked and quickly turned around. Peter laughed. “That was not funny!” you yelled. Peter kept laughing. “Oh man! It was so funny you couldn’t find me.” “Where the hell were you hiding?” you asked. Peter pointed at the ceiling with his finger. “Up there.” “That was cheating, Parker.” “I still won though.” “Cheater.” Peter rolled his eyes, smiling. “Yeah, yeah, you gonna hide now?” “Yeah, I’ll go, cheater.” you said then walked off to hide somewhere while Peter turned around.
He closed his eyes and began counting loudly, taunting you. “28… 29… 30! Ready or not, Spidey’s coming for you!” he shouted then went off to search for you. He walked around the place the same way when you were looking for him except he found you easier than he thought. He opened the door to the walk in closet and found you crouching in the corner. “I found you!” he lunged forward towards you, making you squeal. He scooped you up in his arms and brought you on the bed. You were giggling the entire time and squirmed when Peter laid you down and straddled your hips, smirking. “That was way too easy. You should’ve hid better from the amazing Spiderman.”
“Peter, don’t!” he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your hand. “Sorry, but you know the rules. I catch you, I tickle you!” with one hand, he kept your hands pinned and tickled your side with the other. “Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Peteheheher!” you wiggled side to side and bucked your hips. “You’re strong, but I’m stronger, young grasshopper!” he drilled his fingers in your ribs and wiggled into your armpits, leaving you laughing and squirming endlessly.
⤷ tags: peter parker x reader, fluff, tickling, 1k words
⤷ summary: it is the sworn duty of every girlfriend on earth to annoy their boyfriend. it is the way it was, the way it is, and the way it always will be. you do wish that peter would be more understanding of this universal rule, of course.
as you worked your magic on peter's shampoo, you couldn't help but stifle a tiny giggle.
peter's enhanced senses twitched. he could practically smell the mischief from miles away.
"oh my god. oh my god oh my god." you dove out of the bathroom, crashing your way back to your room as quickly as your legs could carry you.
"heyyyyyy." you managed to feign a realistic position in a matter of seconds before peter came barging in your room.
"i could've sworn i heard a lil giggle from you." peter smirked. "and that's never good."
"nothing, nothing, it's just that... that- my book is hilarious!" you forced a laugh, the awkward sound echoing off the thin walls of your dorm. peter narrowed his eyes at you.
"well..." he didn't buy it. but he let it go. "i'll be watching you. i'm just gonna go take a shower and i'll come cuddle with you okay, bug?"
you fought to keep your face neutral.
"okay!" you flinched at your high-pitched, over-enthusiastic response.
of course, you had added hair dye in his shampoo. cliché, but it yields undeniably hilarious results.
and right at the perfect timing.
"Y/N!" peter shrieked, uncharacteristically panicked as you chuckled quietly to yourself.
"peter? are you okay?" you tried to calm the wavers in your voice as you held in your laughter.
he huffed, a puff of air rushing through his nose. it was adorable. "i would be if you didn't add a fuckin' bottle of hair dye in my shampoo."
at this point, you were struggling to maintain your innocent facade. tilting your head, you pretended to be confounded.
"what?"
"boy, we gotta sign you up for some acting classes." he said, waves of sarcasm coating his petulant voice.
gazing at his bright pink hair and his playfully angry eyes, you couldn't hold in the breathy laughter he drew from you. you clutched your stomach helplessly, trying to stop the flows of wheezing.
peter glared, the corners of his lips twitching in amusement.
the first straw. his eyes told you menacingly.
"hey y/n, will you help me with something?"
"sure." you plopped down your book and ran over.
"i'm-" peter blushed as you took in his predicament.
the idiot had managed to get himself beyond tangled, stuck on the ceiling, dangling.
the sound that escaped your mouth was something of a national geographic documentary. you burst into uncontrollable laughter. peter turned five shades redder.
"i'm sorry, did i roll my eyes out loud? peter parker, you absolute idiot." you quipped.
peter grunted grumpily.
"just help me."
"no can do, crawly-legs." you giggled as you ran out of his room with peter spitting angry insults at your back.
you would help him down. eventually.
the second straw. you could almost feel him mouthing.
"OWW" a scream erupted from your mouth, the harsh sound causing your throat to blister as it travelled upwards. you collapsed to the ground. faking a grimace, you squinted from the pressure keeping your face straight, stomach shaking with preemptive giggles.
"oh god." you could hear peter murmuring and scrambling from a distance as he rushed to your room.
...and crashing right into the plastic wrap you had spent hours perfecting on your doorframe, his flattened face recoiling from the impact.
"what, i thought spiders couldn't get tangled in webs."
peter growled.
the last straw.
"uh-oh." was all you could get out before peter tore down the plastic wraps, bolting towards you at an inhuman speed.
as he pounced on you, you gasped. peter poked your sides until your face squinted up, desperately holding in your laughter.
the ticklish feeling of gentle prods all over your stomach was unbearable. peter was never harsh, and in many ways, it made this so much worse.
his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot on your stomach, and you breathed out a laugh. he raised his eyebrows and sent both his hands clawing at that spot.
"nohoHOHNONO!" you shrieked. peter smirked at you devilishly and fluttered his fingers over your oversensitive neck.
"i'M SOHOHOHOHORY!" you managed to get out before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, your entire body twisting violently but with no avail.
peter let you up, smiling in satisfaction when he saw your blushing face.
"asshole." you smacked his arm playfully, glaring at those brown eyes that would forever make you flustered.
"i love you." the words that slipped out of peter's mouth sounded so genuine, so true, so loving that for a moment, you couldn't believe that these words were directed towards you.
he leaned down, his hand cupping your nape, and entrapped your lips into a passionate kiss.
"i love you too." the words felt like you were pouring them out of your heart. they were.
you loved the way he would scare you when your back was turned, never being able to scare him back because of his stupid fuckin' spidey-sense. you loved the way his hair always felt fluffy and soft and vanilla-y, always there for you to bury your face in. you loved the way he would hug you close to his chest, allowing you to relish in the feeling of true love.
Request: Hi, I hope you are doing okay! I'm sorry if your requests are closed or if you are not comfortable with writing this, but can you write a disabled switch!reader with Switch!Peter and ler!Wanda? Where the reader has a stutter and a scarred jaw since they were young which always made them self conscious about their laugh, their scar and the way they talk/pronounce things.
Wanda and Peter decide to tickle the reader to cheer them up, than Wanda and Peter encourages the reader to tickle and tease Peter verbally as a "pronunciation practice" and mood boost? As in "you'll always have a space here both as a tickler and a ticklee" way? (I'd be grateful if you don't include feet tickles, but add chin/jawline and ear tickles instead!) Sorry if this is too much to ask! Take care! Love your writing, it's the best! <3🪩
Note: Thank you so much for this cool request! I tried my best to portray the stutter the reader has (without being offensive), so if there is anything that needs to be changed, please let me know! Hope you enjoy <3
Word Count: 856
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Ever since you were a child, you had been self conscious of the scar on your jaw. When you were younger, you had to have a correctional surgery done, leaving a permanent scar and causing you to have a slight stutter. Your thought process was the same as anyone else’s, it just took a little bit longer to portray.
Despite these setbacks, you had always excelled in school, especially reading and writing. People around you had been so supportive throughout your life, but there were still times where you wished the surgery never happened.
Specifically, you were even more self conscious about your laugh and smile. You felt that it brought attention to the scar, even though most people reassured you that they hardly noticed it.
Today you were with your friends, Wanda and Peter. They were both super kind and supportive of you, to the point where you sometimes doubted if they were being truthful or not.
You were sitting on the couch, munching on some popcorn while watching TV with them. You fidgeted slightly, not wanting to interrupt the show, but eager to get the nagging question out of your system.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Wanda asked, picking up on your expression.
“Yeah…K-kind of.”
Wanda knew you well enough to understand that you were now shifting into a time where you needed to express yourself, so she let you continue.
“It’s just…are you guys t-truly okay with me? You know…with my stutter,” you said softly.
“What? Of course, Y/N. Just because you have a stutter, that doesn’t make you any less than,” Wanda said.
“Yeah, trust us. We love you just the way you are,” Peter chimed in.
You smiled quietly to yourself. “But, don’t you see the, the scar? When I smile?”
“Nope! All I see is that beautiful smile,” Wanda said, with a big grin of her own, as she began to playfully tickle your sides.
“HEhehey!” You giggled, curling up into a ball.
“Your giggles are so cute!” Wanda cooed, and Peter came over to join in.
Wanda wiggled her fingers under your arms, while Peter blew a raspberry on your tummy.
“HAAHAHA NOHOHO TH-THAHAT TIHICKLES!”
“That’s the point!” Peter teased.
The two of them gave you a quick break before Wanda spoke up.
“Y/N, is it okay if we test out the spot along your jaw and ears?” She asked, making sure you were comfortable with it before continuing.
You nodded quietly, although instinctively curling up a little bit because you knew you were ticklish there.
Wanda lightly used her nails to tickle along your jawline and under your chin. You squealed with laughter, playfully trying to push her hands away.
“How rude!” Wanda teased, telling Peter to punish you. He did this by digging into your ribs as she continued to tickle under your chin.
Your laughter started to go silent, which they knew was a sign to stop. After letting you rest, Wanda suggested an idea.
“Y/N, do you want to practice speaking a little bit more? You know, in a safe space so you can improve your pronunciation.”
“How?” You asked.
“I’ll teach you how to verbally tease Peter while tickling him,” Wanda smirked.
“Hey! That’s not fair! You tickled her more than I did!” Peter insisted.
“But you’re way more ticklish so it’ll be more fun,” Wanda justified.
Peter looked at your pouting expression, giving in after a while.
You giggled with glee, and Peter laid down on the couch. Wanda used her magic to hold him in place with his arms above his head.
“Now, it kind of depends on the situation, but some common teases are saying the word out loud, baby talk, teasing them about their smile, telling them they’re cute, etc.,” Wanda listed out.
You nodded, and Wanda told you to give it a try. You were already kind of shy about tickling, so you started off hesitantly. You went for his ribs first, knowing that this was a bad spot for a lot of people.
Peter burst into laughter immediately, a wide smile taking over his face. You attempted to tease him verbally, but suddenly felt self conscious again. You didn’t want to ruin the playful atmosphere with your anxiety.
Wanda could tell you were struggling with this internally, so she decided to help you.
“Why don’t we do it together? We can both verbally tease him so you won’t be doing it alone.”
You agreed, feeling more confident now.
Wanda joined in, tickling his armpits and starting to tease him so you could follow along.
“Coochie coochie coo. Does that tickle?” Wanda asked, while Peter begged through his laughter.
You smiled and giggled at his reaction, joining in on the teasing.
“Tickle tickle tickle!” You both said together. You were less self conscious now because even if you did stutter, nobody would notice over her teasing and his loud laughter combined.
Eventually, you both stopped tickling him and Wanda let him go. You thanked both of them for helping you overcome this challenge and for always supporting you.
okay so I Know this doesn’t ENTIRELY go with said prompt but it’s fitting enough so…yipeeeee anyways- as most of you know Penny is a marvel oc and I’ve recently said fuck it and shipped them togethea. More so my own au/design for Peter cuz yes. I love free will
•• @/Anon For the TT prompts, how about Lee!Miguel and any ler for day 5 or Ler!Peter B. with any lee for day 24? ••
TickleTober Day 24 - Joke
~This is the second half of a request for day 5. Not sure if the Anon will see it, but I still had fun writing this! Hobie’s little quips towards Peter were so casual and fun; I think they deserve more little moments together. If you’re seeing this, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Hobie Brown
Ler: Peter B. Parker (& special guest appearance by Mayday)
Summary: Peter is in an extra corny mood, telling all of his best (worst) dad jokes. Hobie refuses to acknowledge anything funny about them, staying stubborn. With a little help from his daughter, Peter quickly finds a method to get him to appreciate the jokes.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“Okay, okay, how about this one?” Peter chuckled, bouncing his little girl in his arms. Hobie was hanging out with the two that morning, and the father had decided to unload his favorite dad jokes to pass the time.
“I just read a few facts about frogs,” Peter grinned, giving the line a few seconds to sink in. “They were ribbeting!”
Hobie giggled through a groan, running both hands down his face. That was, like, the thirtieth dad joke he’d told within the past ten minutes. One man can only take so many horrible puns and cringe-worthy jokes.
“I’ll pay you ta stop.” The punk peeked out from behind his hand, seeing the goofy grin on his friend’s face. Peter was a great guy, especially when Hobie just wanted someone easy to talk to and chill with. Plus, Mayday was adorable.
The jokes, however, were killing him.
“They’re good! Mayday likes my jokes, don’tcha, sweetheart?” Peter held his daughter out in front of him, making her giggle and kick in the air. “See? She gets it.”
“She’s yer kid. She’s gotta ge’ it.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Peter’s reasoning. He doubted the toddler understood the concept of jokes just yet, but it was still a cute thought. “Lil’ bit pro’lly don’t even get the point o’ jokes.”
“Hey! Every Parker gets jokes!” Peter huffed indignantly, hugging his daughter to his chest. The girl squealed as she was slightly squished, wriggling in her father’s arms. “Watch this. Mayday, what do you get when you cross a bee with a sheep?”
The girl stuck her tongue out at him, studying his face. She was trying to figure out what he was saying, paying about as much attention as a child of her age could.
“A baa-humbug!” Peter made an obnoxious baa-ing sheep noise at the beginning of his punchline, making the toddler squeal in amusement. It was a good trick, Hobie had to admit.
“Aw, c’mon! She jus’ liked the sheep noise!” Hobie rolled his eyes once again, tossing his hands up in protest. The joke was so corny; it made it hard to laugh when all he wanted to do was cringe.
“You are such a downer!” Shaking his head, Peter hoisted Mayday onto his shoulders. He glared at Hobie, nudging Mayday’s little arm until she copied him. It was – unfortunately for Hobie’s resolve – utterly adorable.
“Cram it, ol’ man.” The punk turned away, crossing his arms as he hid a fond smile. He adored Mayday more than he’d like to admit, and Peter was a funny, sweet guy to hang around. Even if he did hurt Hobie’s brain sometimes.
“I’m not that old yet!” Peter’s shoulders jumped up with his protest, his daughter snickering at the feeling. “Oh, hush, you little scamp.” He scratched a finger down one of her tiny soles, making the girl kick and squeal. She tugged at his hair to keep her balance, which he was used to by then.
Actually…he might’ve found a way to show Hobie just how funny his jokes really were.
While the teen's back was still turned, Peter fired a shot of web at him. Hobie's spider sense buzzed a second to late, not really counting Peter's silliness as a threat. The thread hit him square in the back, yanking him towards Peter.
Hobie’s back hit the man’s chest, two strong arms quickly wrapping around him. It was a little awkward with the height difference, but Peter made it work. While Hobie may have had height on his side, Peter was stronger.
“Lemme go, ya geezer!” Hobie twisted and thrashed in Peter’s grip, but he couldn’t fight with his full strength; Mayday was still on the man’s shoulders. He didn’t want to risk accidentally hurting her.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Peter’s smug voice grated against Hobie’s nerves as he tried to pry the man’s hands off. "Why was the stadium so hot after the game?"
“I don’ care!” Hobie stomped his feet, trying to drown Peter out. Unfortunately, the man could just say it right in his ear.
“Nope! Because all the fans left! Eh, eh?”
Instead of waiting for Hobie’s inevitably underwhelmed reaction, Peter dug his finger’s into the punk’s hips, making him snort into a burst of loud, scraggly laughter.
“GAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHU- *snort* PEHETER!” Hobie tried to fold in on himself, but he was stopped by the man’s strong grip around his chest. He was trapped in a tickly hug with no viable ways out.
“Language! You know better than to curse around Mayday.” Peter shook his head before drilling his thumbs into the little pocket above Hobie’s hip bones, pulling a shriek from the lanky teen.
Mayday seemed thoroughly amused by all the chaos, climbing over her dad’s shoulders to reach for Hobie. She nuzzled her tiny head against his neck, her wily curls softly tickling behind his ears and across his neck. Hobie tried scrunching his shoulders up, only causing the girl to giggle and press closer.
“GEHEHE’ YOUHUHUR DEHEHEVIL- *snort* OHOFFA MEHEHEHE!” Hobie tossed his head around as carefully as he could, trying his hardest not to hit the girl on his shoulder. It was incredibly unfair, using her as a shield like he was. The teen had to admit that he was a bit impressed.
“Devil?! My little girl is an angel, thank you very much!” Gasping dramatically, Peter spidered his fingers up to Hobie’s sides and ribs. While the boisterous laughter was quite nice, he didn’t want to exhaust the teen entirely.
“I-Ihi dohohon’ wahanna ahaccidentahally huhurt heher!” Hobie’s cackles died down to pitchy giggles and laughs, his voice about an octave higher than normal. He made a good point, but the man still needed Mayday to keep him from fighting.
“You wouldn’t hurt her. I’d trust you with Mayday’s life if I had to. It’ll be fine.” Peter disguised a tease under the compliment, clawing his way up and down the punk’s sides. He really was enjoying himself; seeing the kids laugh was always fun.
“Y-youhuhu- GYAH! Youhu neehehehek!” Hobie nearly cursed, but Peter censored him with a quick scribble to the navel.
“Being mean in British is still being mean, Hobie.” Peter chastised him, tutting as Mayday went right back to snuggling her fuzzy head against his neck. Now that his reactions were calmer, the little squeaks and voice cracks came through perfectly.
“B-Brihitish ahain’t a lahahanguage!” Hobie’s shoulders scrunched once again, giving Mayday a little boost. She giggled from the movement, patting her small hands against his rosy cheek. It was adorable, making it near impossible for him to be irritated at her.
“So nitpicky. First, you criticize my jokes, and now you’re correcting me? For shame, Hobart, for shame.” The dad gave Hobie’s hips one more good squeeze, mainly trying to distract him from the fact that he’d just said the boy’s full first name. That usually got some not-so-nice words in response; he wasn’t looking to teach Mayday anything else that MJ would scold him about.
While the punk usually could’ve held on for much longer, his cheeks were getting sore, and he could feel Mayday slip a little with every big laugh and squeak. He knew Peter would never let her even come close to hitting the ground if she fell, but the teen was anxious nonetheless. He knew what he had to do…
Enjoy the ego boost, Parker.
“F-fihihihine! Youhuhuhur johohokes ‘re fuhuhunny!” Hobie finally conceded, trying to bring his squirming down to a minimum. He’d get his revenge later, no doubt, but peace was his only option for the time being.
“There ya go, kid!” He gave Hobie one last squeeze of a hug before pulling back, taking his daughter with him. Mayday whined at the break in contact, reaching out for the giggly punk.
“J-jehehez, ruthless ol’ bum…” Hobie muttered the words under his breath, meaning absolutely nothing by them. It wasn’t uncommon for him to exchange loving insults with his older friends and mentors.
The teen recovered pretty quickly, taking the squirmy toddler into his arms when he was able to breathe normally. She immediately cuddled into his chest, demanding snuggly affection that no being with a heart could deny.
“Yer lucky she’s ‘ere, or you’d be in tears.” Hobie calmly laid the threat out, slowly swaying to make Mayday smile. He loved the little rascal’s grin, especially the cute little gap between her front two teeth. While he didn’t seem the type, he really did love kids.
“Uh-huh, sure,” Peter huffed, knowing all too well how true that statement was. One thing that was always interesting about Hobie: he was willing to dish out whatever he received, and vice versa. It made for playfully fun slow days at the Society.
“It’s almost her nap time. Wanna help me put her down, maybe grab something from the cafeteria? I’ll pay,” Peter offered, gently nudging the boy’s shoulder with his own.
Hobie was quite peckish after all the goofy activity, and making Peter pay for things would be a step in the vengeance direction…
“Al’ight, yeah. Let’s go, gramps.” Cradling the sleepy little girl against his chest, Hobie started for the lobby. Peter rolled his eyes before catching up, reminding himself to steal some of the teen’s fries in retaliation.
Maybe he could even have busted out some of his worst burger puns, though they might’ve been too cheesy.
