For some reason all I could think of while reading this was “Hey how you doin lil mama lemme whisper in your ear”
Random idea: Peter 2 and 3 decide to mess with Peter 1. So while 1 and 2 are sitting on the couch, Peter 3 comes up to Peter 1 and starts whispering random jokes in his ear to make him laugh but keeps glancing over at Peter 2 and "whispering" not to tell him. The middle brother then walks into the kitchen and Peter 2 starts asking the youngest what they were talking about. When One refuses to answer, Peter 2 starts tickling him until he looks like he's about to tell him what they were talking about. However, then Peter 3 starts tickling Peter 1 from the other side telling him he can't tell it if he can't talk (even though the joke is just something stupid that has nothing to do with Peter 2 at all). This keeps going back and forth until Peter 1 is a mess of giggles :)
Since I didn’t finish Daredevil im making up for it by watching Queer Eye
Here to help y'all gorgeous children
DAY 15
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
THANK YOU it probably is the daddy issues but I’d eat that man UP
I think it might be daddy issues but this man is FINE
So c u t e
Katsuki: I’M THE FUCKING SUN
Eijirou: why? Because you bring light to everything around you?
Izuku: because you make everyone want to try again at a brand new day?
Shouto: because you’re just that hot?
Katsuki: *stuttering and hiding his face*
Katsuki: sh-sh-shut the fuck up-
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I’m craving attention so much right now, I might cry, wtf
PLEASE MY HEART ❤️
“No one escapes ME!”
Send me a starter sentence and I’ll write 5 or more sentences from said prompt!
"No one escapes ME!" Peter 2's voice echoed throughout one of the many alleyways in New York City. It made Peter 1 and 3 shiver in their hiding place.
For context, the younger Peters had been bothering Peter 2 the whole day with the usual Peter Parker antics (memes, stupid jokes Peter 2 couldn't understand, etc.) When he threatened them with a good tickling, they didn’t think he’d act on it. They were wrong, of course. Now, Peter 1 and Peter 3 were stuck behind a dumpster on top of a brick building after out-swinging the oldest.
Peter 1 took his mask off, panting. “Holy shit we’re gonna die,” he whispered. Peter 3 already had his mask off, his eyes scanning around frantically.
“We'll be fine, we just gotta be quiet and keep moving.” He reassured in a hushed tone.
“Little brothers!!” Called out Peter 2. His voice sounded closer. Peter 1 gulped. “You can’t hide forever!”
“Yeah we need to move now. Let's crawl down the wall.” Peter 3 quietly snuck over to the building's edge. Bad move, cause Peter 2 was busy crawling up that same wall. Peter 3 smacked a hand over his mouth and scrambled back. “Other side other side!! Go go go!!”
They jumped to the adjacent skyscraper and found a shaded area under a fire escape. Thank god it was nighttime too. Peter 3 was on lookout mode, holding Peter 1 by the shoulder. “Okay...I think we lost him.”
Peter 1 sighed and let his shoulders fall down. “I thought we were dead…”
“Oh you still are.” Peter 2 was standing on the grated fire escape floor below them. Peter 3 practically screamed like a girl.
“GO PETE GO!!”
The youngest boys nervous giggles echoed between the buildings as they leaped away. Peter 2 shot a web and went swinging after them.
The chase was on.
Through alleys and across buildings, they ran. Whenever they thought they were safe, Peter 1 and 3 got spooked again with Peter 2 on their tails. After 5 minutes of escaping and fleeing, they finally seemed to have found a good place to rest: in the alleyway of Peter 1’s apartment.
Peter 3 was out of breath and smiling. “I caught him in a web back there. I think we’re okay.”
“You said that like, the last four times though. Are you sure?” Peter 1’s eyes strained upwards for any sight of the older spider. His tingle didn't go off.
“He would never suspect us h-AAAAAAAA!!” Peter 3 was yanked up by a web. Peter 1 followed just a second later. The boys threw out frantic pleas when they saw Peter 2 with his mask off and on the edge of Peter 1’s window. In each hand he held the web cables.
“The plan worked,” he sneered to himself. With some more pulling, both Peters were hanging by their shoulders next to the oldest brother's feet. “And look who I caught in my web today!"
“NONO PLEASE WE’RE SORRY!!”
“WE’LL STOP ANNOYING YOU, WE PROMISE!”
“Making promises isn’t Spider-Man’s strong suit,” Peter 2 hoisted the boys up and playfully tossed them into the apartment. Peter 1 and 3 tumbled onto the carpet and didn’t have time to recover enough before Peter 2 webbed their feet on the floor. He took his time walking to meet his two captive brothers, and then sat down in a crisscross between them. He linked an arm around each shoulder. “You guys have any last words?”
Peter 1 and 3 were shaking from their their uncontrollable giggling. The youngest Peter held his hands up to his chest. “Plehehease don’t kill us!!”
“Those are your last words?"
“H-How about uhh..” Peter 3 thought for a second, “oh! Ihi-I’m the best spider-man! And that-and that johohoke about your webs I-I made was wohohorth it!” Even in the worst position, the middle Peter held onto his sassiness.
“Okay you guys didn’t try at all.” Peter 2's resting arms snaked lower to give both brothers a good dose of side squeezes.
Peter 1 squealed and leaned into the oldest while Peter 3 was pushing the hand with his free hands. At least Peter 2 was merciful enough to not web their arms down. "AHAhaha!!"
"When will you two learn not to mess with me, hm? Is it today?" He turned to ask Peter 1. "Or is it tomorrow? Next week?"
"Wehehe're sorryyy!!" The youngest whined. "Ihit-it wahahas Peter 3's ideaha!" Peter 1 scrunched his nose up.
"HehEY you wanted to put ice ihin his milk!!" "You gotta know Peter 3 isn't a good role model by now. I can't have you turn into a bad Spider-Man." Peter 2's fingers clawed between the kid's ribs. Peter 1 shrieked and tried to curl up. "EEEEE!!"
"Lehe-leheave the kid alo-AEE!" Peter 3's hip received a squeeze. He fell into his squeaky cackling. "HEEheheEEHEE!!"
"No, you're both in this! Both of you gigglebugs!" The oldest Peter was grinning ear to ear. God were these two adorable when tickled. "And stop being so cute, you're making me soft."
Peter 1 at this point was a blushy and giggly mess, very weakly attempting to stop the wiggly fingers from hooking on his lower ribs. Yeah, his attempts failed, and he let out a loud squeal followed by a snort. To him he couldn't believe one hand could take him out so easily. "NAHAAHAT THERE!!"
"Ribs are just the killer, aren't they?" He returned his attention to Peter 3 whose humorous laughter caused Peter 2 to chuckle. "You good, Peter 3?"
"NOHO!"
"You want what Peter 1's getting instead?" Peter 3 caught a quick glimpse of the kid who was being driven up the wall. He shook his head as if he had a choice.
"Well too bad." Peter 2's hand copied what he was doing with the youngest Peter. Now both captured Peters were squirming like worms, their high pitched cachinnation lighting up the apartment. Peter 2's heart swelled. "You two are gonna kill me. You're so adorable. I can't get over it."
"QUIHIT CALLING US THAT!!" Peter 1 spit out. He buried his face in the oldest's shoulders cause he didn't know what else to do at this point. His face was burning and his cheeks hurt from his plastered on smile.
"Awwwww...Lil Spidey's hiding." Peter 2 cooed. It make the kid squeak in embarrassment. Suddenly, Peter 2's tingle went off. He turned his head.
Peter 3 was reaching forward desperately to rip off the webbing around his legs.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Peter 2 used both of his hands (which Peter 1 thanked the almighty above for) to drill Peter 3's underarms. The middle brother fell back, wheezing loudly with a belly laugh following. "AAHAHA FAHAHACCKK!!"
"Yeah you thought you were safe, didn't you?"
Peter 1 took the chance he had now that he wasn't being tickled to tase Peter 2's side. Everything came to a halt when he flinched.
With tickles no longer being dished out, Peter 2 slowly turned to face the youngest. It was genuinely terrifying to the kid, and he covered his face in defense. "Th-thahahat wasn't mehe!!" "You're done. You're both done!" With a few thwips Peter 1 and 3 had their arms webbed to the floor. Shit.
"PeTER 1 WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!?"
"I WAS TRYING TO SAVE YOU!!!" "You should've thought that through." Peter 2 tutted. "Be lucky you have your suits on or I would give both of you guys a shit ton of raspberries right now." His two free hands made claws as he was on his knees, hovering over both of them. His fingers began to wiggle, prompting the two Peters to immediately melt into giggly puddles. Their tingles practically made it feel like they were being tickled already.
"Does this really get you guys this bad?" The oldest furrowed his brow, amused. He decided to have fun with it by quicky jumping his hands at the two but not making contact with them. Peter 1 and 3 screamed.
"OHMYGODDONTDOTHAHAT!!" their begging was all meshed together through their giggling.
"You guys, I just..." Peter 2 blinked in astonishment, "you're so cute. It's sickening."
He did a few more fake-out tickles with his hands, and every time the captured brothers fell for it. It was like if someone was turning the volume up and down on the radio, except that the radio was on the laughter channel. Peter 2 was just having a field day with this. "I'm not touching you and you're both just dying!"
"IHIHIT's-it's thehE TIHINGLE!" Peter 3 flinched hard at the hand over him nearly attacking his underarm. "HOLYSHIHIT STOP!" Peter 1 couldn't even bear to reply. The kid looked like he was going to explode from laughing.
"Okay okay, I'll get it over with," Peter 2 shrugged, "in three..." Peter 3 groaned. "OHOH COME ON!" "Two..." "FUHUCK YOU!" he squeaked out.
"One!" Peter 2 went at them, trying to tickle every spot and keep them on their toes. He didn't stay in one place for more than a few seconds, making their spider senses flip out. The younger Peters screamed in unison. Their endearing laughter got so contagious that Peter 2 was laughing with them now. It was unbelievable to him how this much happiness and good feelings could be flowing in such a dingy apartment such as Peter 1's (no offense to Peter 1).