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Hello everyone! My name is Teddy and the previous user of @pockysfluffiez ,I have moved accounts for my own comfort and the wanting to start fresh!
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-Level: 17 -She/Her -Asexual
-Tickles are most certainly a forever form of comfort hyperfixation I will have and it will always be that way. Sfw and silly, so keep that in mind when interacting w/ me.
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A/N:OHHHH BOY! Here we go, a great big fat Penny and Peter fic. YOU HAVE TO SEE BRAND NEW DAY BEFORE READING. Genuine major spoilers ahead. This takes place in an AU after the film where Jean's powers restored Penny, Ned, and Mj’s memory of Peter. All plot points in the film are generally the same besides Penny instead being romantically involved with Peter. MJ still exists but more so as a friend. (Penny was at Ned and MJ’s party and she was the one mind controlled by Jean on the rooftop. Manipulation tactic BULLSHIT. I love Jean but girl way too far.) I hope you like it however!
CW: Blood and graphic depictions of injury, swearing (minimal), angst, depressing topics, implied suicide attempts, romantic situations (the most will be a little mouth to mouth kissing), fluff, and some tickles
Shattering glass was all Peter could hear while Jean was in his head. Almost as if everything was moving in slow motion. Miles away the mind control from the telepath had dissipated in a snap as quickly as it began. That globe of frozen fear and silence had finally worn off after what had felt like eternity to the people of Queens, New York. Their muscles were finally able to be controlled by their own will. The crisp air filled their lungs with their first inhale and exhale after it all. There were injuries yes, but no one was killed…right? Peter could only hope so. The same however couldn’t be said for himself. He didn’t even realize what had just happened at first. That glass wasn’t the only thing he heard…what caused it was louder. A gunshot, and without any hesitation he threw himself in front of Jean Grey. The girl who had been trying to kill him for the past hour. Keeping him close to her as if he was a human shield for her. He didn’t even realize what he just did. It happened in the blink of an eye. His feet slid across the smooth floor making a screech. He was in the real world again. So was Jean.
“Are you hurt?-” Peter’s eyes looked around and at the late teen. She seemed unharmed by anything. Thank goodness…
“N-No I’m fine…” Jean was in disbelief from everything.
So many thoughts swirled around her head at once. Still processing what had happened to her sister. All she just did to damage control, New York, and of course Spiderman…but it was really Peter Parker she was now terrified for. His words rang in her head “You have me.” But what she felt said otherwise…Her hand felt wet…soaked even. She brought it to her side, her eyes widening at the red glossy sight. Darting back up at Peter. His own realizing the bullet didn’t miss them. But it hit him in some way. It didn’t hurt, maybe it just grazed him. Yeah that had to be it right? He shook his head, he didn’t want to scare her. He didn’t realize just how much adrenaline was in him at that moment.
“I’m okay.” He paused, taking a breath.
“Peter?” She could tell he was lying.
“I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay-” Then it happened all at once.
He grew lightheaded. The adrenaline sank from his stomach and he finally felt what had really happened. The bullet was inside him. It shot right into his back and he was bleeding out, it ran down his back and absorbed into his suit. He smashed onto the ground unable to keep himself to his feet with a quick shaky exhale.
Jean followed, trying to catch him as he fell. This was all her fault.
“Peter! No.” She fell to her knees beside him. Panic in her voice.
He couldn’t die. He just couldn’t. She was all he had left; she couldn’t let him die. Not like this. That's just the thing however. Peter Parker wanted to die. He saved Jean and New York. He had completed his purpose. He had nothing left to lose. Yet he had nothing to live for either…MJ and Ned had no memory of him. May and Tony were dead. Frank just shot him. Jean had a change of heart. And Penny didn’t love him.
“Peter! Peter. No no no! Peter. Peter!-” She loomed over his shaking body. He groaned in pain but he needed to be strong for her. She had to get away. Damage control would come to their senses in any minute and she’d be captured again. It would be his fault.
“Jean You…gotta get out of here…They’ll be l-looking for you…”
His blood began to spread across the floor into a puddle behind him. That puddle of blood would likely stain the floor. A mark of where Spiderman once was for the last time. It was getting harder for him to breathe by the second. He could feel his body being torn apart from the inside. With the bullet being in there it was like a poison that would never stop spreading. Why wouldn’t she just leave? She had to.
“No. No. Please just stay with me!” Her hand pressed against his chest. Trying to use her powers to focus on keeping him alive. He could feel his mouth getting dry, tears of pain in his eyes. Everything else she said was completely muffled. Not long after. He closed his eyes….a ringing in his ears. He could finally be at peace.
Peter’s eye’s shot open with a quick gasp of air being drawn into his mouth so fast however that he coughed fully with his chest. He got up far too quickly that he had practically given himself whiplash. Everything he could see was blurry, and his back was soaked in sweat. His hands gripped tightly onto something…sheets. His eyes eventually adjusted to being conscious as he looked around the room. He wasn’t in a hospital bed or a hospital at all. He was in his room. In his bed. The apartment attic. A rush of relief came over the boy. His heart was practically trying to fly out of his chest. His hand flew to his back under his to check himself just in case. The area along his lower back was tingling, but not in the intensity it was a few months ago. When he really was shot. All that remained now was bruising and a permanent scar. Jean had saved him. Yet the thought of him not being able to save her haunts him…What they could have done to her if she didn’t make it out in time…or worse if she was the one shot. Was she okay right now? Was she captured again? He would never know. Before Peter could get lost in his head anymore. His computer booted up on its own, sensing he was awake. Whirring for just a moment before the female AI began to speak.
“Hello Peter. It indicates by your hormone levels and general body attributes and behaviours that you had a nightmare. Would you like any assistance?”
Peter jolted a little at the sudden speech from her. Taking a deep breath in to try and control his heart rate. Fighting back the swelling tears in his eyes. He gulped down a breath before speaking.
“N-No I’m….okay…I’m fine…”
“Your vitals would say otherwise Peter. Your heart rate is at 123 BPM.”
Peter grasped his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut. He hated this. Going through with this same routine every single night. Go to bed at a late hour. Wake up from a nightmare. Stay up till morning. Repeat the next day.
“When the body is under extreme stress it is important that you have someone to talk to. Would you like me to contact someone?”
“I don’t…I don’t have anyone to talk to about this stuff, Evie…”
Yet he did in fact have someone in mind…but he didn’t want to bother her. Especially at such a late hour. She had already gone through enough since getting her memories back. Who knew if she even wanted to see him. He couldn’t do that to her. But he wanted to see her so badly…
“I-I…I don’t know Evie. I think I’ll be okay.”
“Sensors indicate by the increase in cortisol that you are not. My programming is to ensure your success. That does not only mean for Spider-Man, but Peter Parker too.”
He wasn’t going to fight with a robot. Throwing off his blankets and swinging his legs over the side of his bed. He pressed his head into his hand. Ignoring her statement.
“Can we run a diagnostic test on my sleeping patterns these past few weeks.”
“Yes Peter.” The computer pulled up a spreadsheet across the screens. Some recordings on the side. “It shows that you are getting an average of three hours of sleep a night. I encourage taking melatonin. It is not healthy to be living under such conditions Peter. Isolation from everyone is not helping you either.”
“I promise I’m fine, Evie. And why are there recordings…do you pick up my…”
“I record anomalies in your sleeping patterns and track them to record the most refined data for you. That's how you programmed me. Do you wish to listen back to some of them?-”
He physically cringed as little as he rubbed his nose bridge, waving his hand.
“NO! No no no…That’s a little creepy- ANYWAY!- just…”
The vigilante ran his hand up the back up his neck and up through his curls. Spinning a few of them through his fingertips. His leg was bouncing up and down, still recovering from the near panic attack he just had. He was thankful however, he could to a degree ground himself. Peter swallowed. Before scratching at his scalp with his fingernails. He missed her. So much. Whenever he was like this she was always there for him. That was when she was just down the hallway from him. Or right next to him when they’d sleep beside each other. He was still so scared to ask her to be with him again. Sure she got her memories back thanks to Jean, as well as Ned and MJ. Yet he knew she had so much on her plate already, being a part of the New Avengers and already doing “big potato” work as Yelena called it. He didn’t want to jump right back into things. Even when Jean spoke through her on the rooftop…he couldn’t help but think she meant it. While at Frank's house too…She knew Spiderman but not Peter Parker. Why was he so stupid to think that things would be different? For the past four years he thought of her every day and she didn’t even know he existed. Now after all that time she remembers…but did that change anything? He didn't want to force her…
Penny didn’t entirely have Peter wiped from his memory. Because of all she went through with Spiderman. She knew who he was as a person, but not who was behind the mast. For four years she felt a gaping hole that something or someone once was in her mind. Why were there empty spaces in her sketchbook. Why were there so many pictures of herself on her wall? She wasn't that self obsessed was she? Why did she remember never seeing Spiderman’s face…she had hardly seen him in years. Only on the news when news reporters would cover him and he happened to play on the TV in the common room. She just couldn’t wrap her head around who he was. Were they coworkers? Friends? Or just maybe more than that….She got her answer soon enough. Yet they both had felt the same way about each other. To give the other time to be ready first. Especially considering the injury that he went through…If only the other knew.
Peter rubbed his eyes, looking towards his computer. Hesitant. Yet wanting. Wanting her. Needing her even. He got up from his bedside towards the desk his phone was placed on. Penny’s contact was still pinned at the very top of his phone…maybe. Just maybe. She’d answer. If not, he’d drop it. He pressed call, and threw his phone onto his bed across the room. Waiting to just maybe hear her soft voice again.
Penelope Barnes rolled in her sleep under her blankets. A small yip coming from the girl at a sound coming from her phone on her nightstand. Stretching her arms above her head with a crack of her back. She rubbed at the sides of her face before going to grab her phone. Pulling the bonnet from her head. Her hair dropping down and dreads dangling on the side of her face. A yawn with a dog-like whine coming from her before she looked at the screen. Reading: “Incoming Call from Peter Parker.” She immediately froze. What would she say? What was HE going to say? Four years with almost no contact only for Jean to mind control her. Then get all her memories back and she didn’t want to ruin anything… Everything was already pretty fucked up…She hesitated. What was there to lose? She answered.
“Peter…?”
Peter’s chest practically swelled with warmth at the sound of her voice. A sigh of relief came from him. She did remember him after all…just like Ned and MJ. He then came to his senses as he practically leapt across the room to get to his phone. The one he just threw away from himself. Idiot.
“H-Hey! Hey Penny! Uhmm..” God he couldn’t figure out what to say. Would she treat this like how they used to call? How would you call your coworker to ask to take one of your shifts? Asking a friend for a beer? Neither of them really knew what to say. There was a long uncomfortable silence between the two. Eventually, Penny spoke.
“How have….how have you been, Pete? How are you feeling? How’s your back?” She twisted a ring on her finger, going over to her window to lean on it. Looking down at the colorful lights and streets of New York.
Peter bit the inside of his cheek, reaching his hand to rub his back.
“I’ve um….I’ve been better….sorry this was so sudden and….god I’m making this super ahawkward.” He chuckled nervously. It was rather forced.
A small and soft smile came on Penny’s face.
“Take your time, Peter…”
He placed his phone against his ear and against his shoulder. Playing with his fingers to try and ground himself in some way before speaking. He was more so embarrassing himself than anything. At least that’s what he thought.
“I’m sorry it’s so late…” He looked at the clock, reading 11:30. “Very late…but can I maybe swing by? I would…like to see you right now. I’m sorry it’s sudden and I completely understand if you never wanna see me again. If you need me to, I can delete your number! I don’t want you to be uncomfortable especially-"
The girl couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on her face, but she could sense something off about the tone of his voice…She cut him off before he kept rambling about ways for her to get out of it. In all honesty she wanted to see him…
“Yeah- of course. I’ll open my window…is…is something wrong?”
He swallowed hard. He really didn’t want to burden her anymore…not giving her a response.
“You don’t have to say…we can talk about it when you get here okay? Dad, Ava, Yelena, and John are out on a mission. Bob and Alexi are asleep…So I don’t think there will be any issues. Just be careful on your way here…please.”
“I will…I’ll uh…see you in a bit.” And with that he hung up…shooting a web at his mask across the room to bring it to him. He wasn’t going to brother with the whole suit…placing it onto his head. Grabbing a hoodie from the edge of his chair and opening his window. Taking a moment before leaping out. Was he really gonna do this? What was she gonna say…she didn’t turn him down. So a step is a step. Even if she still didn’t care about him. He at least wanted a chance to mend what they had.
Not much time passed before Penny heard a knocking on her window. Turning her head at the noise with a small yip. She made sure to turn off the security programs for her room before he came. She didn’t want an unnecessary fuss to be made. Helping him into her room. Holding onto his arm as he climbed inside.
“Hey Peter…it’s really good to see you.”
Once Peter made it into her room he couldn’t take it anymore. Just being in her room with her like this was enough to make him emotional. His shoulders were shaking as he tried not to make much noise. His mask still on his face.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t wanna be like this with you I-“ He hiccuped whilst looking at the ground. “I don’t know if things will ever be the way they once were but I just…I really wanted to see you again- I’m sorry…”
Before Peter could keep apologizing Penny reached her hands upwards towards his face. He didn’t flinch. He trusted her even after all this time. Her hands were just as gentle as he remembered. She pressed her thumbs underneath his mask slowly taking it off his face. Revealing a broken boy with eyebags and tears staining his face. Her heart broke at the sight of him like this. She couldn’t imagine how these past few years had been for him…it reminded her of how she was when Thanos snapped him into dust. She too thought she’d never see him again…She never wanted him to feel like she did all those years. And yet he did.
“Oh Peter…come here.”
She placed his mask onto the end of her bed. Pulling him into a hug against her. Her arms wrapped around his torso under his arms. Rubbing his upper back, being sure to avoid his bullet wound. Almost immediately Peter hugged her back. Pressing his face into her shoulder and full on sobbing against her. Sinking to the floor together in each other's arms.
“I-I missed you…I’m so sorry Penny…I missed you so much…” He sniffled against her, wanting nothing more than to be close to her.
This time it was actually real. When Jean had mind controlled her on the rooftop he really thought it was her. And he did just the same thing as he was doing right now. This time however. It was real. She was real. She wanted to be close to him like this. She pulled back from him for just a moment. Placing her hands onto his cheeks. He still had healing cuts from what happened with damage control…she made sure not to touch them. Rubbing her thumbs against his cheeks. His eyes didn’t move from her. He could finally memorize all her features again. The scars on her soft face that still haven't faded. She had more dreads on the side of her head with a different shade of pink. Her eyes are still pretty as ever, both two different colors he always got lost in.
“I missed you too Peter. I’m so sorry I didn’t figure it out sooner. I…I always knew something was missing from my life and I just couldn’t figure it out…”
He placed his hands on top of hers, taking his hand with one of her own hers and gently intertwining their fingers.
“I really…Ihi missed this…” He sniffled. Reaching a hand out beside her face. Hesitating however to touch her, not wanting to push her.
“Can…can I?-“
Before he could really finish asking Penny’s hands let go of him and instead wrapped around his neck. Pulling him into a kiss against her lips. Peter’s eyes shot open at the suddenness of it all. His cheeks flushing just a little before he kissed her back. She could feel the smile spread across her lips. All the hesitance he once had completely melted away as he hugged onto her. Holding her around her waist and just letting the moment last as long as possible. After some time they both let up however. Simply pressing their foreheads together.
“I love you Peter…I’m so sorry I said I didn’t.”
“I love you too Penny…so much. You didn’t know then, and I’m not mad. I’m just so happy to have you back."
The two couldn’t stop smiling at each other before Penny gently stood up off the floor. Giving Peter her hand to help him up. He gladly took it. Scooting off the edge of her bed and sitting next to each other.
“Yeah, me too. Now Peter...” She looked up at him sincerely, taking his hand. “Why did you really come here? I can tell something else is wrong.”
Ah shit. Peter then remembered what just happened not too long ago, he kinda felt a little pathetic looking back at it now. But he wasn’t going to lie to her.
“I just had another night terror. About that day with Jean and…and damage control. I keep having these dreams about that day. Where small things change. Like I wasn’t fast enough and she got shot instead. Or I didn’t wake up after getting shot…just so many things that could have gone wrong. I keep thinking about…and they're so vivid too.”
As Peter spoke he didn’t pick up on the fact of how tense he was getting with each word. He was practically hunched over the side of the bed. Unable to keep eye contact with her. He squeezed her hand tighter.
“None of those things did happen Peter. I mean I…I was really scared for you when I was told you got admitted to the hospital. You're okay though…and I’m very thankful for that. But that doesn’t mean you have to keep living like you are. I know how you get Peter.”
“I just…I don’t know. I hope- Want Jean to be safe. I worry that I didn’t do enough that day to help her and now if something happens to her because of my mistakes then it’s my fault!” He enunciated himself while holding the side of his head.
“Peter. You almost died.”
Peter finally made eye contact with her and all her face showed concern and worry. He didn’t know how to respond or what to really say. Running his hand through his curls.
“Do you ever just wish that …one thing never happened? That would have changed everything.”
Penny took a moment to think. Rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand.
“Sometimes…I do yes.”
She leaned against Peter. Resting her head against his arm.
“But if that one thing never happened. We have to think about what else could have changed. There’s no handbook for this kind of thing. And we can't just walk away from something like this once committing to it. We just have to keep living and that comes with our flaws and mistakes. You need to keep living, Peter. I know it’s hard. Believe me I do.”
Peter furrowed his eye brows, his expression softening.
“Penny…”
Penny looked off to the side for a moment. Fiddling with some of the fabric of Peter’s hoodie that covered his arm as she did so. She didn’t ask to be this way. She wasn’t exactly born but she didn’t ask to be made. Yet she kept trying to do good in ways that she could. Even if it meant in the long run she would face the dirty work of others. She grew to be okay with that.
“Do you think that…we will ever be able to make this work?” She looked up at him hopefully but there was a sense of sorrow in her voice…
The two never seemed to have a good thing going that would last. There was always something that got in the way. Someone, something, a world ending villain that separated the two for years at a time. There came risks when having relationships like these. Take a look at Wanda and Vision. Natasha and Banner. These kinds of things never seemed to work no matter how hard both parties wanted it to. But they really did love each other. Each time they got separated there was always some way they came back together even under the darkest of conditions.
Peter sighed. Resting his chin on top of her head.
“I want it to…so badly. I missed being like this with you. I want to keep being this way. You mean so much to me but I don't want you to force yourself to be the same as me. ”
Penny could see how much the isolation had gotten to his sense of self doubt and self sabotaging behaviors over the years. It made her sad.
“I think deep down I never stopped loving you Peter…my head just didn’t know who that person was. I don’t know if that makes sense. I knew who Spiderman was. Just not behind it you know? He seemed courageous, smart, kind, and sweet to me. In the few memories I had of him…I don’t want anything to change between us. I want us to keep…being like this.”
He pulled her into his lap bridal style before hugging her tightly,his face pressed into the crook of her neck with a deep sigh. She purred deeply at the affections. Hugging him back just as tightly.
“That’s all I ever wanted…I love you Penny.”
She pulled back from the hug just a bit so she could see his face. Cupping the side to kiss his forehead. Getting a soft and rewarding giggle from him.
“I love you too Peter. Don’t ever doubt otherwise.”
Penny gently traced his face with fingers. Tucking some of his curls behind his ears even if they bounced back right after. A soft and yet relaxed purr began to stir in her chest. Becoming audible to the spider in front of her. He leaned into her hands, pressing his cheek against her pawed palm. To his own surprise, a similar rumble came from the boy. It was deeper than Penny’s. But just as sweet. A trill came from the girl.
“Ihi didn’t know you could purr! Since when have you been able to do that?”
Peter flushed a little bit. Now he didn’t really know what to say about that. He himself didn’t know! Not like he could control it.
“Ihim not Suhure…I think since…well recently E.V. My new computer helper had been monitoring my hormone increases and that meant more spider than human…It's still giving me some new changes.”
Her smile grew even wider on her face.
“Well I think a lot of these ‘new’ things are more cute than anything…”
Her fingers sliding under his jaw ever so experimentally to scratch there. Said purrs turned into a chirp as the boy ducked his chin into his chest. But quickly slapping a hand onto his mouth. The tips of his ears started to glow a warm red in embarrassment.
“Pehenny!-“
“Ahawww I’ve missed those giggles, and yes that’s my name! What’s up?”
She tried to play off the fact her heart was already melting on the spot from him. Reaching her hands back up towards him z Fluttering her fingers behind his red ears oh so gently. Getting a squeal from Peter as he quickly tried to duck away from her hands, failing however as she simply followed him.
“NOho hehey!- Nahahat my ehears, Pehehenny!-“
He tried his best to scrunch up his shoulders and back away from her on the mattress. Everywhere he went she simply continued to follow him. Not like he minded in the slightest of course. He missed getting to just be silly with her, affectionate, and even just laughing. He hadn’t really done that in a while. Especially one that wasn’t forced. It simply came out naturally with her.
“I dohon’t think you’re ever gonna lose this little kid laugh are ya? Youhur’e so cute…”
She doted over Peter while she practically had sparkles in her purple and orange eyes. A warm smile spread across her face. Dimples poking out of the ends. Gently cupping his face with her hands and scratching her fingers behind his ears again. His cheeks started to dust with a warm shade of red at her words. He stopped making an effort at hiding from her. He bit down on his lip and squeezed his eyes tight. Trying his very best to keep still and not squeal. Even though it really did tickle.
“Pfffhehehee!- Ihi cahant hehelp IHIhIT!”
Penny giggled at him and shook her head. Giving his nose a little kiss before letting up on his ears. However, she wanted to tease him just a little. Raising her fingers into claws right up over him in the air. Oh so slightly wiggling her fingers. The action alone was enough to slightly tingle his spidey senses. No sense of danger but more so out of anticipation…it was one of the rare times his spidey sense completely fucked him over instead of helping him. He curled up a little bit. Shrinking himself on her bed and try his best to wrap his arms around his torso. He was a little excited however…he couldn’t help but get a bit of an idea.
“Youhu ready Petey?” Penny growled as she looked over him.
“Yeheah… Are youhu!-“
Before she could even provide him a verbal response he had already launched himself at her. Penny Just barley got out of the way as he toppled at the end of her bed. Some of his curls frizzy as he perked up. She lept from the sheets in an attempt to dart somewhere, ANYWHERE. As she thought of a place to hide in her room he had already angled his wrist at her. A web shooting at her back and pulling her back to him.
“AAH- WAHahit!- Peheher!-“
She squeaked and tried to wiggle away from him. Happy chitters coming from her lips.
“Where doho you think you’re going? Starting something you can’t finish?”
Wrapping his arms around her into a playful wrestle which she happily exchanged. Almost like a puppy fight. Maybe a good fighting chance would save him. (Spoiler warning: it won’t for long) Penny almost immediately squealed at the suddenness of it all however. She of course knew he was just playing and couldn’t help but laugh along with him.
“EHEY! Ohokay mister now youhure gonna get it…”
Penny yipped as she squirmed and wiggled in his arms. Lightly shoving at his cheek with one hand and scrunching her face as she growled. Peter reciprocated almost the same. He gritted his teeth through his smile. Which made her notice something else about him…
“Wahahait!- wait Pete pahause- You have fahangs now too? That’s so CUTE!”
That gritted smile turned to mush almost as soon as it grew on his face. Becoming a more dorkish smile than anything now.
“W-wehell yes…I-I doho have them- wait YOU have fangs! You’re one toho talk!”
She grinned showing said fangs, shrugging her shoulders.
“I don’t remember having any.”
She puckered her lips out smugly. Reaching up to squish at his now exposed side with her padded palm. Rubbing her thumb briefly into the side of his tummy as well.
“GYehehey!- Oho youhu lihittle…Cohome here!”
That smug and proud expression of her own changed real quick... Peter’s fingers wormed around her and at her own sides through his chuckles. Gently squishing at the soft skin under her shirt in a similar manner she had hair done to him.. In surprise she immediately threw her head back with high pitched giggles. Letting go of her own tickle attack in an attempt to protect herself. Kicking her feet at his sides.
His eyes practically dilated on the spot at the sound of her laugh. A happy purr coming from the boy once again as he laid himself ontop of her. Pressing his cheek to her chest and wandering his fingers up and down her sides.
“It’s totally fair! Ahaww Pehenny…. there’s my happy girl…”
Penny’s smile grew even bigger at that little coo. She loved it when he would say sweet things like that…he remembered. She didn’t even bother trying to hide her face. Simply letting herself melt in his arms and hug around his neck. Kneading her paws into her bedding.
“Oho gohosh!- *yip*! Yehehes ihim hahapehehEEE!!”
He looked up at her with starry eyes, eventually nuzzling into the side of her neck. Pressing kisses there even though she tried to turtle herself. He gently danced his fingertips from her sides to her hips. A pretty good spot that brought out some of the best laughs. Gently rubbing his thumbs in circles. Such a simple tactic that made her all the more squeaky.
“I’m happy to hear that. Daww you’re such a sweet lihittle girl. Look at that smileee! Tihickle tickle tickle!”
The girl could feel the butterflies flying around her tummy at his teases. The kisses and purring on top of it wasn’t doing her any favors.
“Don‘t say what now? Ihits all true.”
He nuzzled his nose against the crook of her neck. Placing kisses against it even more so. Being weary of her scars and oh so gentle like he knew she appreciated . Pulling her up from the bed with her into his arms. Sitting criss-cross and placing her legs by his sides. Holding her by her sides and slightly dipping her down. Taking a small breath to blow a little raspberry in her neck. A very rewarding tip followed by belly laughter from Penny soon followed.
“PFFFFFBBFbbbbbfffft! Gohotcha!”
Penny nearly crawled herself up Pete a little to shove her face into his shoulder. Hugging him tightly by the neck and taking bunches of his hoodie in her hands. She was holding onto him like a little baby koala pretty much. Her face was so warm she thought she was gonna start steaming like a cartoon on the spot.
“OHokay youhu with youhu within duhummy!”
Peter chuckled softly.
“Why thank you for admitting it my lady.” Peter grinned but it soon softened.
He held her in his arms and rubbing a hand up and down her back. She leaned into it. He took a slow inhale of the smell of her. She still used the same things…she smelled like green apple and flowers…
The two of them seemed to have caught their giggles after a little bit of time. Their purrs now in sync with each other as they breathed slowly and calmly.
“Truce?” Penny offered.
“I suppose…” Peter rolled his eyes obnoxiously…he should be heading to bed. He glanced over at the clock on Penny’s bedside table as he continued to hold her. It read 1:26 AM. Great.
“I umm…Penny…”
She pulled back from his shoulder and looked up towards him. Tilting her head to the side.
“Yes Pete?”
He took a little bit to gather the words to what he was about to say. He hoped she’d say yes more than anything.
“Thank you again for…everything tonight. I’ve missed being happy with you like this…it means the world to me. I would like…like to keep being like this with you.”
The girl couldn’t help but smile.
“Awww Peter…”
He continued.
“And if that’s also something you’d want. If we could make this really work. Would you like to be my girlfriend again?”
“Why didn’t you ask me sooner…?”
She leaned up in his lap to give him a peck on the lips. A flush soon followed his cheeks.
“Yehes Pete…just promise me one thing.”
He nodded firmly, waiting for her question. She reached her hands up to grab his to hold. Bringing them in front of the both of them as she squeezed them.
“Promise me you’ll never isolate like that again…okay?”
He chewed on the inside of his cheek but nodded.
“I’ll try my best, Penny.” He cupped the side of her cheek.
“Good…” She held the top of his hand as she yawned softly. “Would you wanna stay the night? I don’t want you going just yet…”
Peter turned to the window outside before back at Penny. He didn’t wanna be a bother…but he did really want to.
“Would that be okay?”
She snickered and pulled his hand to bring her beside him as she laid down on her side.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you company, sweetheart.”
He smiled. Taking his arms out of each arm hole of his hoodie before pulling him close to her. They both didn’t even care they didn’t have a blanket to keep them warm. They had each other and that’s all that mattered now. Not even five minutes had passed and the two heroes had already fallen asleep in each others arms. Maybe they could get this to really work this time. The two of them being together. Only time would tell.
Summary: Peter decides to get to the bottom of a consistent lie you’ve been telling, all while keeping you as flustered as possible.
AN: I originally started writing this weeks ago so it could come out before Brand New Day buttt I forgot to save and lost all my progress. I still think this is cute though and I love how teasy Peter came out in this.
Characters: Ler!Peter Parker, Lee!Reader
This fic has no use of Y/N but had the reader in a romantic relationship with Peter Parker. This is also a tickle fic so be advised!
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“Pete… get up.”
“…No.”
You groaned and tried to push the heavy weight off of you. It was around 8am when you woke from the feeling of squirming on top of you. When you opened your eyes, you saw Peter Parker laying on you like you were a pillow. His head was tucked into the crook of your neck while one of his arms and legs laid across you, on top of that, half of his torso was practically on your side.
“You’re heavy… move.” You brought up a hand to shove him but he just grabbed it and pushed it back onto the bed.
“Nah I’m comfortable. Five more minutes.” Peter exhaled softly and his breath tickled your neck. On pure instinct, you shifted away from him. But Peter only chased you, pushing himself into you more and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Sorry, I forgot you were ticklish.”
“I’m not, you just caught me off guard.” You responded quickly, too quick. As if hearing the word ‘tickle’ was enough to make you nervous, which it was.
Peter chuckled, his voice low and slightly rough from sleep. “Really? This again?” Peter lifted his head and propped himself with his arm. “I know you’re ticklish, but every time you always insist you aren’t. Why’s that?”
“It’s because I’m not. You really did just catch me off guard.” You tried to sound composed but you could already feel the familiar butterflies in your stomach.
“You didn’t sound not ticklish last time. You were all ‘Peter stop! Please it tickles sooo much!’”
Your face went red as he brought up the last time he tickled you. It was during a movie you wouldn’t stop talking through, so he tickled every complaint out of you until you could sit quietly. You had insisted you weren’t ticklish then too, and he proved you wrong.
“I—! I’m not ticklish.” You decided to double down, knowing how this ended. You bit your lip and glanced at Peter’s hands slightly. But Peter noticed, so he raised his hand and wiggled his fingers just above your stomach.
“Maybe this time, I’ll tickle you until you tell me why you insist on lying so much. It would be nice to get some answers.” He said mischievously.
You froze. Telling Peter the truth, that you kept lying because it was the easiest way to provoke him into tickling you, would be so embarrassing. But before you had time to process, Peter was already tracing your sides.
“Come on bug, I can see you trying not to laugh. It’s easier if you let go…. Actually on second thought, it’s more fun if you let me drag it out of you. Cause then I get to do… this!” Peter went from tracing to full on scribbling up your sides and over your ribs.
“Pehehete! Hahahaha! I wasn’t ready!” You brought your hands down to grab his but he easily took both of your wrists and held them above your head with one hand.
“Oh you wanted a countdown?” Peter paused his tickling and lifted his hand up above your newly exposed armpit. Then he slowly lowered his hand down while wiggling his fingers. “10… 9… 8…”
You could barely stand to look at his hand like that. Your face was heating up more and it became harder not to burst into giggles the closer he got. “That’s not what I meant! Peter wait!”
“7… 6… 5…”
“No no! I’m not ticklish! Don’t!”
“4… 3… 2…” Peter paused for dramatic effect, and he was relishing in how giggly you were just from this.
“1!” His fingers touched down on your underarm and tickled like mad. You tried to twist away but he positioned himself to straddle your upper thighs. You were completely stuck and at his mercy now.
“Gahahaha! Peter! Plehehease! It—! Hahaha!”
“It what? Does it tickle? I’m curious how someone claiming to not be ticklish is laughing so hard right now. So, can you tell me?”
You didn’t have an answer for him, mainly because you were laughing too hard. You just shook your head and gripped onto the pillow your hands were held up against.
“No? You’ve got nothing to say? That’s fine, I’ll say it for you.” Peter grinned and moved his fingers to your stomach. He started with simple poking to make you squirm, but then he spidered his fingers across your stomach and even dipped his finger into your navel.
“You’re ticklish, bug. Really ticklish in fact. Do you want to tell me why you keep lying now?” Peter spoke in a deceivingly innocent voice, he even leaned close to your ear when he spoke.
“B-Becahahause!”
“Because what?”
You shut your eyes tightly and pressed your face into your arm, while trying to ignore how his teases were making your heart flutter. "Are you feeling shy?" Peter murmured, his smile was something between adoring and mischevious.
"I'm nohohot shy!"
"Sounds like you are, maybe just a tiny bit shy." Peter chuckled, "Come on, just tell me already! You know I’d never make fun of you, right?"
Somewhere in all the laughter, the tickling started to slow. You caught most of your breath and opened your eyes to look at him. His smile took your breath away, it was so wide you could see his dimples. Sunlight from the window landed on his face so perfectly that you could see the specks of hazel in his deep brown eyes. Peter must’ve noticed you staring because his cheeks went slightly pink.
“Are you going to tell me now?” He said softly while leaning a bit closer. Your chest was inches from his now.
“Pete I…” You took a deep breath and braced yourself for his possible reaction. “I like it. Not in a weird way! I just enjoy it!” You winced as you waited for his response.
But Peter just kept smiling and let out a small laugh. “I figured as much. But I wanted to hear you say it yourself. You realize you can just ask, right? There’s no reason to lie and provoke me.”
Your face went red again as his words set in. He really wanted you to just ask? It seemed so simple, almost too god to be true. “You’re serious? If I just asked at any time you wouldn’t mind?”
Peter nodded. “Yeah, any time. Besides, I love making you happy. And if this,” his fingers darted up your ribs to make you giggle “is what it takes, then I don’t mind.”
“Then… can I ask you something, Peter?” You asked, still nervous but with a bit more confidence.
“Of course, anything.”
“Can you… you know..”
Peter chuckled and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Don’t be shy. You already know the answer is yes.”
Your shut your eyes and took a quick breath before finally ripping off the metaphorical bandage and asking. “Can you… tickle me?”
Your question was answered by a raspberry on your neck followed by your giggly shrieks. Needless to say, neither of you got out of bed any time soon.
Im gonna need people in the sfw community, ESPECIALLY minors to stop “trolling” nsfw accounts that try to harass people in DMs. many of them quite literally get off to the fact that you don’t like being messaged in that way and trying to mess w them does nothing but pleasure them unfortunately 😭
Oh my favourite lee?? Ohhh.. it’s probably spidey.. or Loki
I need for content with ler!villians, especially spiderman’s, and with their dynamics during and after nwh???! CMON GUYS THE CONTENT RIGHTS ITSELF!! Ler!docOck is my favourite though.. i mean.. i would love him to tickle me
saying “sfw tickle bloggers actually have a kink for it and are just denying it/trying to be subtle about it” is to me like saying “you’re not asexual you just haven’t met the right person”
