#ler!eddie Munson

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Soft touches. Eddie Munson x reader. Fluff. Blurb.

🍯 You had your face nestled into Eddie’s chest, the material of his shirt tucked up under your nose. Breathing in the smell of his cologne is sending you to sleep softly. His hands find your sides, rubbing his fingers up and down them so innocently. You can’t help but wriggle around under his touch, this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to have with your boyfriend. Sure he’d find out sooner or later but it was too embarrassing for you, once he does find out you’re sure he’ll be relentless with the information. Your ‘shameful’ secret was that you’re ticklish. Really ticklish.

You’ve seen Eddie attack his friends with the playful act before, watching on at the onslaught you were blushing the entire time, wanting the ground to swallow you up. You also knew that he was ticklish, Steve had wrestled him to the ground and squeezed at his hips plenty of times. Even signalling to you and saying ‘If he ever gets mouthy, just give him a squeeze.’ Eddie looked back at you and waved his finger as a warning, you’d never been brave enough to tickle him. Mainly because you knew he’d try it back.

You didn’t hate being tickled like everyone else seems to, but it made you shy. Something about it made you flustered, maybe the loss of control or the fact you were rendered to giggles and squeals. But deep down, it was because you knew you liked it.

Eddie notices you squirming under his touch, he pinches at your sides playfully. Experimenting with his new discovery, he drags his nails up and down your sides. Squeezing at your hips just like you’d seen happen to him before.

“Sensitive, sweetheart?” He coos down at you, trapping your arms under his knees so you can’t move. Eddie laughs along with you as he pokes up and down your ribcage. You erupt into laughter, twisting and wriggling from side to side as he continues his attack and you enjoy the moment of closeness with your boyfriend.

“Maybe.” You respond with a smile, lifting your head up to see him smirking down at you. With a gentle stroke to your hair he whispers, “I’m gonna getcha.” His voice teasing and soft, it’s playful. Innocent and carefree, something you crave during the constant stresses of life. It brings you out of the anxiety and into the moment. As much into the moment as you can be as you’re gasping for air through your laughter as he finds the soft spot on your neck.

You’re babbling, begging him to stop. “I’m barely touching you baby! You’re so ticklish.” He laughs along with you as teases as his nails softly scratch behind your ears. Looking down at you, Eddie notices the pink shade that’s flushed across your face, withdrawing both of his hands from your neck and replacing them onto the small of your back and kisses your head.

“Too cute. Can’t believe I haven’t done that sooner. This is valuable manipulation material!” His smile beams down at you, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing he’d found your dirty little secret if you could see that smile each time you were tormented by him. 🍯

[theticklishbookwyrm]

Critical Hit || 'Stranger Things' Tickle Fic

Summary: The second Eddie finds out that Hawkins' resident pretty boy is ticklish, it is all over for poor Steve. Also, Robin and Dustin are TRAITORS.

Content Warnings: Adult language.

Word Count: 1,667 words.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Steve felt his heart leap into his throat, eyes widening as they flicked between Eddie and Dustin in a panic. "Nothing, he said nothing! Isn't that right, Henderson?" The teen said, all too quickly.

Dustin snorted, the boy's grin taking on a mischievous undertone. "What? Don't want Eddie knowing you're super-" Before he could finish his sentence, Steve slapped a hand over Dustin's mouth, eyes now narrowed warningly.

"Don't."

Eddie raised his brows, chuckling as he turned his attention away from the guitar still resting in his hands. "Come on, Harrington, now I HAVE to know what the kid said. Wish I had been paying attention the first time, of course, but-"

"Come on, just drop it, Eddie." Steve cut him off, his cheeks and ears now dusted with a light pink blush.

Oh, now THAT was interesting.

Suddenly, Steve's hand recoiled from Dustin's mouth, face contorting with disgust as he wiped in furiously against his jeans. "Did you just fucking LICK me?" He asked, tone a mixture of indignance and shock.

The younger teenager shot Steve a victorious grin before opening his mouth to speak before he could be stopped again. "Steve is-"

"Ticklish." A new voice finished. All three of them looked towards the door, the sight of Robin grinning with arms loaded with snacks greeting them. "Steve Harrington is super fucking ticklish."

"Robin!" Steve hissed, embarrassment growing, especially when the sound of Dustin's amused giggling met his ears.

"What? The kid was about to spill your secret anyways!" Robin replied, plopping down on Eddie's sofa next to Dustin, offering the boy a high five and a bag of Doritos. "Not like it's much of a secret to begin with; you suck at hiding it, dude."

Steve's mouth hung open, his face feeling as if it was on fire. Shit, shit, shit! His heart rate picked up as Eddie hummed, the sound low and tinged with something Steve could only describe as evil (or amusement, though both options did not bode well for poor Steve).

"Steve "The Hair" Harrington is ticklish?" The musician crooned. Steve dared a glance at the other's face; big mistake. A wide grin had broken out on Eddie's face, his eyes twinkling with pure glee, the expression making Steve's stomach do nervous flips.

Steve was royalty screwed.

"I believe Robin said SUPER FUCKING TICKLISH." Dustin chimed smugly, earning a smack to the back of the head from Robin.

"Damn Henderson, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? But yes, that is a more accurate statement. " Robin replied.

The look that Eddie was giving Steve now was downright EVIL, so filled with playful mischief that it made Steve want to curl into a ball and never come out again. Shit, nothing was even HAPPENING yet, but the knowledge that something was definitely GOING to already had Steve on the verge of nervous chuckles.

"Eddie, why are you looking at me like that? Don't go getting any ideas..."

"Too late, pretty boy." Eddie was on his feet before Steve could blink, slowly stalking closer and closer, almost resembling a cat hunting a mouse. Instinctively, Steve began to quickly back away from the impending threat.

Now, Steve had a few options. He could either stay put and meet his doom head-on like a man, OR he could make a break for the trailer door in a desperate attempt to save his own skin. One was far kinder on his dignity...

He chose the later.

Steve bolted for the door, his heart racing like a rabbit, nearly leaping into his throat as Eddie let out a war cry from somewhere behind him. "Get back here!"

'Shit, shit, shit!' Steve thought in a panic, hand reaching for the doorknob, freedom a mere foot away. However, it seemed luck wasn't on his side, as he felt two hands seize his waist from behind and drag him backwards, pulling a shocked yelp from Steve's lips.

"I've gotcha now!" Eddie crowed victoriously, wrapping an arm around Steve's chest as he drug the kicking teenager to the floor, wrestling with Steve's frantically waving arms until he was able to successfully get a grip on the other's wrists.

"Eddie, come on! You don't have to do this! Just let me go and we can go back to talking about that band you like, huh? W-What was it called again?" Steve started to babble, eyes wide, a nervous grin already beginning to tug at his lips.

"Don't listen to him! Get his ass good, Eddie!" Dustin cheered, reaching over Robin's lap to swipe the bag of Doritos out of her hands, earning a noise of indignation in return.

"Don't worry, I plan on it. Now, where should we start, huh? What spots get Steve "The Hair" Harrington the most giggly?" The guitarist crooned, eyes sparkling with mischief as he pinned Steve's wrists under his knees, freeing up both of his hands. They hovered over Steve's now exposed torso, fingers wiggling tauntingly. "Sides, tummy, hips? Got any suggestions?"

"Nowhere! Let me go, you asshole!" Steve sassed, bucking his hips and trying desperately to tug his wrists free.

"Oho, you going to let him talk to you like that?" Robin chuckled. "I mean, I certainly wouldn't, especially knowing how ticklish those ribs of his are."

"Robin!" Steve cried out, eyes shooting over to Robin in a look of utter betrayal. "Shut up! Eddie, Eddie listen to me! D-Don't even think about it!"

"Nah, I think I'll do more than THINK about it." Eddie's grin sharpened as his hands shot down, latching onto Steve's ribcage and beginning to squeeze. Immediately, Steve's lips sealed shut, grin turning wobbly as he shuttered with barely contained giggles.

Dustin snorted. "Look at him, still trying to act all tough!"

"Aw, come on, Stevie. Don't hold out on me now. Why not let those bouncy little giggles come out to play, hm?" Eddie cooed.

Steve shook his his head harder, eyes squeezing shut. God, why THIS? Why couldn't Dustin just keep his stupid mouth shut? Being so sensitive was already bad enough, but having EDDIE of all people find out about it made Steve want to curl into a ball and never show his face again.

Eddie began to take a more tactical approach, raking his fingers slowly over the outstretched ribs, taking time to scratch between each bone as he slowly worked his way towards the stomach. "Maybe you need help loosening those lips, hm? Lets see how you handle this, big boy."

Shit, that was so much worse! Steve's breath hitched, a few little snickers beginning to slip past his lips at the change in techniques. "N-Noho! Cut it ohohout!" It came out less as a demand and more like a borderline whine.

"Making some progress, but still not what I'm looking for. Hey Henderson, what about you? Know any good spots?" Eddie called, glancing over his shoulder as his fingers continued to scratch and pluck away at the ticklish ribs.

"His neck gets him giggling like a girl!" The younger teenager smirked, the expression immediately getting wiped from his face as Robin gave his shoulder a gentle shove.

"You better watch it or you'll be next!" Robin snorted, rolling her eyes as she smiled fondly at the silly display on the floor.

Eddie's eyes met Steve's, his grin turning downright feral. "Neck, huh? Let's see just how accurate Henderson's claim is, shall we?" He didn't wait for a response, ducking down and beginning to gnaw at the neck in question, letting out theatrical growls as he did so. Immediately, Steve cracked, busting into shrill giggles and squeals as his legs kicked out frantically in a vain attempt to scramble away.

"Shihihihit! Nohohohoho, dohohohohon't!" Steve hated how high pitched his giggles sounded, the sound punctuated with little squeaks whenever Eddie hit a particularly sensitive spot. All the while, the guitarist's fingers continued to scribble and rake across his ribs, creating a deadly dual attack that made Steve's thoughts jumble in a ticklish haze.

"Uh, I think you mean DO!" Robin giggled. "Come on, Steve, you are BARELY trying to get away! Man, I knew you liked this, but this is a whole new level of cute!"

"What?!" Dustin asked, clearly taken aback by her statement. "Are you serious?"

"Ooh yeah, Steve here just LOVES getting tickled within an inch of his life. He asks me to do it, like, ALL the time. Isn't that righty, Stevie?" Robin asked devilishly, delighted by the bright red blush spreading across Steve's cheeks.

"Nohohoho, that's nohohohot-" Steve was cut off by a squeaky squeal as Eddie found a sweet spot just beneath his left ear, nuzzling and nibbling until Steve thought he was going to combust.

"Less talking, more laughing, pretty boy.." Eddie growled, his grin pressed against the sensitive skin and flustering Steve to no end. "It's fucking precious that you like this so much; just makes me wanna tickle you even more. Would you like that? Do you want me to tickle, tickle, tickle until your brain turns to mush?"

Steve opened his mouth, trying to think of a response between hysterical titters, only for a shriek to rip out of his mouth at the sudden feeling of a second set of hands attacking his knees, squeezing at the caps in a manner that sent Steve straight into loud, hysterical cackles. "SHIHIHIHIT, WAHAHAHAHAIT! WAIT, NOHOHOHOT THE KNEHEHEHEES!"

Eddie paused, sitting back in confusion. Glancing behind him, he noticed that Dustin had positioned himself by Steve's failing legs, hands latched onto the older teenager's knees and squeezing rapidly. "What? You honestly expect me not to join in after that revelation?" Dustin asked, raising a brow.

"Nah, I'm just proud of you, kid. It sounds like you landed a critical hit on poor Stevie here." Eddie snickered, beginning to spider his fingers across Steve's stomach. "Hey, lets see who can make him snort the fastest!"

At that moment, Steve knew he was a dead man.

[august-anon]

Steddie + 💖 for the ask meme?

💖 -Giggle

Well, Stevie?

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Word Count: 649 words

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Steve gasped, almost dropping his beer as he felt two fingers poke his sides, wiggling in just below his ribcage. He stepped forward, jolting away from the fingers with an arched back, and was met with a loud bark of laughter from Eddie.

“Damn,” he said, stepping back into line with Steve and resting an arm around his shoulders, “I didn’t know King Steve was so ticklish.”

Steve scoffed. “I’m not. You just startled me.”

“Oh, please,” Dustin said, letting out a laugh. “He’s stupid ticklish!”

Steve didn’t even have to turn his head to see Eddie’s shark-like grin. He could feel it directed at the side of his face, along with quiet puffs of breath that smelled like beer and cigarettes and faintly of weed. Not the best smell, but there was something so very Eddie about it that he’d come to like it.

“Well, Stevie?” 

Steve scoffed. “The kid’s full of shit,” he said. “And he’s gonna regret saying a damn thing in about five seconds.”

Dustin yelped and scrambled into the pool, accidentally dunking both Max and Lucas in the process. Steve smirked as they began hunting Dustin, figuring they could handle his revenge for him. Unfortunately, though, Dustin wasn’t the only one with knowledge of Steve’s weaknesses.

“Oh, please,” Nancy said from where she and Robin had commandeered Steve’s deck chairs. “Try his neck.”

“Ooh, or his ribs,” Robin added. “Or thighs, or–”

“We get it, Robin!”

The arm around Steve’s shoulders flexed slightly, and Steve tensed. “Getting a bit defensive there for someone who’s not ticklish, Steve.”

Slowly, Steve reached out to set his beer on a nearby table. “If I admit it, will you let me go?”

Eddie laughed. “I think you kinda just did, but sure.”

“Fine. I might be – slightly – ticklish.”

Eddie hummed, and Steve heard another beer clink down against the table next to his. And then an electric tingle bloomed on the sides of Steve’s neck, Eddie’s calloused fingers dancing against the sensitive skin. Steve tried to stumble away, clapping a hand over his mouth to contain any embarrassing sounds, but Eddie followed him easily.

“Eddie!”

“You really thought you could hide this shit from me?” Eddie laughed and wrapped another arm around Steve, this time around his waist, wiggling his fingers lightly against Steve’s side. The other still spidered around his neck and ears. “I never did say when I’d let you go, did I?”

Steve buckled toward Eddie’s hand, giggling into his own, trying to pry Eddie’s hands off. The two of them stumbled around the deck as he tried to escape, the kids and Robin laughing, Nancy giving a smug grin. Steve regretted taking off his shirt now, despite the sweltering summer sun, because it now meant that Eddie had clear access to far too many sensitive spots.

At least, up until their stumbling led them directly to the edge of the pool, and the two of them crashed into the water in a tangle of limbs. Steve broke the surface first, gasping for air and slicking his hair back from his face, wrinkling his nose at the slimy feeling of his hair product congealed and wet between his fingers. Eddie popped up out of the water next, his curls drenched and flat and his little homemade Metallica crop top absolutely plastered to his body from being soaked through. Despite having just swallowed several gulps of pool water during his surprise dip, Steve found his mouth suddenly very dry.

Eddie shook his head, sending water everywhere, and laughed. “Well, that’s one method of escape. Think you rolled a little low on your dexterity there, Harrington.”

Steve, his brain still booting back up, took the only course of action that came to mind. He lunged for Eddie, making a grab for him. “Yeah? Well you better hope you roll higher, Munson, whatever that means. Because you’re next.”

[infrequent-creator]

DAY 13: Fangs

DAY 13: Fangs

It’s a crying shame that Eddie never saw Sailor Stevie 😭 he would love him. Also those bite’s definitely tickle poor Steve’s neck

[rosiesramblings]

Growing Out of It

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Here is my squealing santa submission for @apricots-and-dynamite !!!!! Happy holidays! I hope you like your fic! And thank you to Hypah for organizing this whole thing this year. 10/10

It was a typical summer day in Forest Hills trailer park. Far too hot to stay inside the stifling trailer, Steve was lying on an old beach towel in the shade, lazily watching Eddie and Dustin wrestle as though it wasn’t hot enough to fry an egg on concrete. Max sat near Steve, fiddling with her Walkman, and Robin and Nancy were both holding cold cans of Coke against the backs of their necks as they chattered about college.

Steve didn’t know it yet, but he was about to make, quite possibly,  the biggest mistake of his life. Actually, scratch that, rewind - the biggest mistake barring anything before he stopped being an asshole.

A shriek from Dustin indicated that Eddie had decided to play dirty, and the giggles and protests that followed soon after told Steve that Eddie was inclined to absolutely wreck the brat, summer heat be damned. Steve smiled to himself as he secretly basked in the sound of Dustin acting like a normal kid.

“You’re smiling like a weirdo,” Max said, nudging Steve with her flip flop. “You’d better not be getting all sentimental over there, Harrington.”

“Why, Max Mayfield, are you promoting toxic masculinity?” Steve asked, running a hand through his damp hair and proud that he remembered the phrase from when Eddie explained it last week.

“Uh, no. I don’t like anyone getting emotional, not just men. I am all for everyone shutting the fuck up, all the time,” Max declared, and Steve cackled.

Eddie finally released Dustin with a ruffle to his hair, and the boy stumbled toward Steve, still sporting a wobbly smile. “Steve, Eddie’s being mean to me,” Dustin whined.

Eddie snorted, “Lies and slander! Libel! You just need to learn to respect your elders, my little sheep.”

Steve smiled, reaching out to poke Dustin’s side. “Seriously, Dust, your life is going to be sooo much easier once you grow out of that.”

Dustin’s brows furrowed. “Grow out of what?”

“Being ticklish,” Steve said, gesturing to Dustin like it should have been obvious.

From behind Dustin, Steve registered an unfamiliar look on Eddie’s face.

“What are you talking about, Steve?” Dustin looked at him like he had suggested Dustin try to grow wings and fly. 

“I’m saying, once you grow out of being ticklish, Eddie will have to find another way to torture you,” Steve explained, throwing an arm over his eyes to signal it was the end of the conversation.

However, he could still hear the mischief in Eddie’s voice, sounding much closer than he had been a few moments ago, “Harrington…” he said, slowly, and the warning bells went off in Steve’s mind. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows, finding a slow grin spreading on Eddie’s face. “Are you telling me you ‘grew out’ of being ticklish?”

“Uh, yeah? Didn’t everyone?” Steve looked around nervously. “It’s a kid thing. We all grow out of it eventually.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie said, still grinning. “And when was the last time someone tried to tickle you?”

Steve furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how that would be relevant. “I don’t know, dude, Tommy and I would play-fight in middle school, but probably not since then.”

Off to the side, Nancy and Robin had paused their conversation and were observing the scene before them, interested. Robin had a grin, not unsimilar to Eddie’s, creeping up on her face, while Nancy looked a little like a sad puppy, the way she often did when Steve brought up his childhood.

“Really? It’s been that long?” Nancy asked quietly.

“Yeah? But I really don’t see what that has to - oof!” The breath was knocked out of Steve as Eddie suddenly plopped down on top of him, knees on either side of Steve’s hips. “Eddie? What-“ Steve jackknifed up into an almost-sitting position when Eddie clawed at his tummy.

Three thoughts occurred to Steve simultaneously. First, he was very close to Eddie’s lips, and a large part of him would like to be even closer. Second, he might have missed the mark with the whole ‘I grew out of being ticklish,’ idea. Third, if the evil grin on Eddie’s face was any indication, Steve was absolutely fucked.

“Quite an interesting theory you’ve got there, Stevie,” Eddie drawled as he pushed Steve back down. “However, everyone knows that a good theory needs to be tested.”

Steve was so focused on how hot it was that Eddie had him pinned that he barely registered what Eddie was saying. Without any more preamble, Eddie darted both hands into Steve’s underarms and wiggled his fingers.

Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “FUCK!” he exclaimed before collapsing into laughter. Holy shit, it felt like his nerves were crackling with electricity. This was far from Tommy’s quick pokes from middle school wrestling matches. This was so, so much worse.

“What is this?” Steve managed to ask between rounds of snickers.

Eddie snorted at how baffled Steve sounded, even through his laughter. “This, Stevie, is evidence that you were wrong.” Then, he wretched his hands out of Steve’s underarms and scribbled over his ribs and sides.

Steve laughed harder, squirming fruitlessly to try and escape Eddie’s fingers. “Oh my GOD,” he gasped out when Eddie found a spot in the middle of his ribcage that made him arch his back helplessly.

Eddie laughed along with him. “Want to rethink that hypothesis there, sweetheart?” One hand still at his ribs, Eddie reached up to flutter his fingers at Steve’s neck, which made him scrunch up his shoulders with a giggle and pull his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Steve’s mouth shot open moments later with a shriek of, “Dustin!” before his cackling was redoubled. Eddie looked down and saw that Dustin had latched onto the muscle above Steve’s knee and was squeezing ruthlessly.

“Ooooo, did the shrimp find a bad spot?” Eddie teased, voice syrup-sweet. Steve shook his head back and forth, cheeks darkening.

“Fuck OFF,” Steve yelped, squirming harder now that he seemed to have remembered they weren’t alone.

“Still think you grew out of it?” Eddie taunted as he took the hint and gave one final scribble to Steve’s ribs before rolling to lay down beside him. Steve, still giggling, curled up on his side and hugged his knees to his chest. Dustin ruffled Steve’s hair, and Steve was too preoccupied with chasing away the last of the ghost tickles to dodge his hand.

Catching his breath, Steve gazed at Eddie. “Yeah, I might have missed the mark on that one,” he said seriously, before breaking into a grin. “Although,” he said, scrambling to straddle Eddie. “If I didn’t grow out of it… I would bet that you didn’t either, Munson.”

Eddie just smiled.

[readerleedigest]

Embarassing 101

I wrote something! It’s been a minute, so hopefully it’s good. Reader is Eddie’s girlfriend in this fic, and she’s trying to figure out how to get back at Eddie, who seems to know all the ways to embarass her.

When you’d started dating Eddie, you’d done so knowing full well that being his girlfriend wouldn’t spare you from the relentless teasing you’d faced being his friend.

What you hadn’t realized, however, was that being his girlfriend meant being teased even more relentlessly.

Sitting on the couch together, his arm resting just behind your head, you both listened as Nancy explained the rules of the game. You’d each been given a pen and paper for whatever this was, but you were struggling to follow along with the rules.

Click click.

You flinched, the sound of the clicking pen distracting you. Eddie was holding the pen on the hand resting behind you, but when you turned to give him an accusatory look, he refused to make eye contact. But his face was as smug as ever. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to Nancy.

A few seconds passed, then click click.

You narrowed your eyes and stared at Eddie again. He did look at you this time, and put on his best fake sympathetic look.

“Y/N, I know I’m incredibly handsome, but you need to quit looking at me and focus on the rules,” he whispered, winking before returning his attention to Nancy.

You felt the blush on your cheeks and crossed your arms indignantly, trying one more time to focus on the instructions.

“And the whole goal is to be the person with the most people in their group. Everybody got it?” Nancy asked.

You most definitely didn’t have it.

“Wait, so how do we get people in our group again?” You asked.

“Have you even been listening?” Steve laughed. “Or are you too busy staring into lover boy’s eyes over there?”

“He’s been distracting me,” you complained.

“Me?” Eddie gasped. “I would never.”

“You’re so full of it,” you laughed, shoving him gently.

“I’ll give you the basic rules again, you’ll pick up on the rest of it,” Nancy sighed.

“You’re the worst,” you whispered to Eddie, and he leaned his head closer to yours.

“You’re just too fun to embarrass.” He paused for a moment with a grin. “Plus you’re cute when you blush.”

“Shut up,” you groaned. “One of these days I’ll find something to embarrass you.”

“Good luck.”

You watched and you waited for weeks, the thought always in the back of your mind while you were with Eddie. Nothing ever seemed to embarrass him, so how were you supposed to get him back?

When he knocked a mug of hot coffee into his lap, he laughingly told the story to everyone he interacted with for the rest of the day.

When Steve found an old yearbook of Eddie before he grew out his hair, Eddie smiled fondly, brushing off the jokes Nancy cracked at his expense.

Meanwhile, Eddie was teasing you into oblivion every waking moment.

Today, you’d invited everyone over to swim in the pool your parents had put in. You’d thought you were excited for the pool to be finished, but the group had been even more excited than you.

“Y/N, how does it feel to finally be cool?” Eddie asked. You were all sitting beside the pool, rubbing on sunscreen.

“What do you mean, finally be cool?” You asked.

“Well, having a pool makes you cool, obviously,” Steve stated nonchalantly.

“Yeah, but what do you mean? Was I not cool before?”

Nancy and Robin chuckled.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

You stood and acted without thinking, shoving Eddie in the chest as hard as you could, hoping to push him in the pool. His eyes widened, and he stumbled back toward the pool, but he regained his balance quickly.

Your stomach sank as that classic mischievous Eddie smirk emerged.

You put your arms out in front of you, giggling nervously. “C’mon Eds. You deserved that, you know you did.”

Eddie shook his head. “You know, it pains me to have to do this Y/N.” He clutched his chest dramatically, and then began to walk towards you.

“Wait wait wait wait,” you laughed, backing away from him and hiding behind one of the lounge chairs.

“Ooo you’re dead meat Y/N,” Robin teased.

“Shut up, Robin,” you squealed, trying to anticipate which way Eddie would go around the chair.

Eddie flinched left, you flinched left. He flinched right, you flinched right.

“Steve?” Eddie kept his eyes locked on yours.

“Steve, no!” You pleaded, watching Steve in your peripheral as he cornered you on the right.

Eddie moved quickly, the smirk never disappearing as you backed into Steve. Nowhere to run.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, dragging you over to the pool’s edge. You fought against his grip, but your laughter made you too weak to truly fight back.

“Just can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” You teased through the laughter.

“It’s true,” he smiled, a little bit of genuineness leaking through his smirk.

And then you were falling into the pool, the ice cold water shocking you to your core as you flailed back to the surface.

When you broke the surface, you heard the faint chuckles of the rest of the group as you gasped.

“Oh my gosh it’s FREEZING!” You yelled out.

You swam to the edge, crossing your arms on the pavement and resting your ahead on top of them. You looked up at Eddie as he put on sunscreen.

He caught your gaze. “Hey there,” he smiled.

“Hey there,” you smiled back, melting inside a little. He turned to put down the sunscreen, and you caught a glimpse of the back of his neck, where a streak of sunscreen hadn’t been rubbed in.

“Eddie, you missed a spot.”

He looked back at you, and you pointed to where it would be if it were on you. He reached to rub it in, and missed it completely.

“Here I got it,” Robin said, standing from where she’d been to help.

“I can get it,” Eddie replied quickly, trying again. He still didn’t get it.

Robin sighed and swiped her fingers across the back of his neck, rubbing in the sunscreen.

Eddie yelped, before breaking into giggles.

Robin flinched away, but then her eyes lit up with realization. “Are you ticklish, Munson?”

You watched Eddie carefully, and were delighted to see the crimson blush growing on his face. “No comment,” he said bashfully, and then cannonballed into the pool next to you.

After wiping the water from your eyes, you splashed Eddie. Next to jump in was Steve, then Robin, and finally Nancy. 

Nobody said anything else about that interaction between Robin and Eddie, but you filed it away for later, when it was just you and Eddie in his car, dry clothes on, hair wet with the smell of chlorine and sunscreen, and each of you sipping on a freshly bought soda. 

You’d both said your “good nights” to the group, and decided you didn’t want to say goodbye to each other just yet, Eddie finding his way to the park. 

“It’s a good night to see the stars,” you’d remarked, and he’d been quick to grab the blankets out of his trunk.

So here you were, laying on a blanket in the grass with Eddie Munson, hands intertwined as the stars above Hawkins glimmered. 

And he just had to ruin it. 

“Hey, remember that time we were out here and you thought you saw a shooting star? But it was actually just a plane?” He teased. 

“If there was a real shooting star here right now, I’d wish for a way to make you quit teasing me like you do,” you responded, covering your face with the hand that had previously been holding his. 

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Yes I would.”

“No you wouldn’t”

You moved your hand off your face, only to find yourself nose to nose with Eddie, who’d shifted onto his side to be looking right at you. He knew exactly how to catch you off guard, and make you -

“You’re blushing again, dork,” he grinned.

You pushed his face away, shifting to sit up and face him. 

“I may be a dork,” you sing songed, “But at least I’m not a ticklish dork.” 

Eddie didn’t have a chance to defend himself before you squeezed the back of his neck. He shrunk into himself immediately.

“Aw, look at the little turtle,” you laughed, Eddie batting at your hands. “And there we go! You’re blushing!”

You laid back down confidently, placing your arms behind your head and looking up at the stars once more. 

“It’s nice to have a way to tease you too, you know,” you stated. 

A minute passed in silence, and then another. Just when you began to get suspicious, you felt Eddie settle himself onto your hips. 

“HeEY,” you exclaimed, the weight catching you off guard. “At least take me out to dinner first.”

He looked down at you, and struck suddenly, squeezing your sides once. You jumped at the sensation, immediately pulling your hands down from behind your head to pull his hands away.

“What was that about NOT being a ticklish dork?” he teased. 

“Eds, no. Please you don’t have tohoho DOHOHO THIHIHIHIS!” 

Eddie didn’t even let you finish pleading, his hands quickly shifting to claw at the center of your stomach. He alternated between light and heavier tickles, dragging his fingers over your stomach and then shaking his hand in a claw shape. 

“Oh you’re so much worse than I am,” he chuckled. “I do wonder, though. Is your neck ticklish too?”

“NOHOHO ihihihit’s not leave me alohohohone,” you giggled, swatting away his hands as they tried to move to your neck. 

“Well this won’t do,” he stated, grabbing your wrists in one of his hands to pin them behind your head. “Much better.”

“For whohoho?”

You’d never hated Eddie’s guitar playing before, but today? You had a reason. His delicate but deliberate touches were unbearable, his fingers skating under your chin and gliding up beneath your ear, bringing out squeaks you’d never heard yourself make before. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“How did I not know about this?” he wondered aloud.

“It’s not something I usually voluntEER EDDIE NO!”

His hand had slipped behind your head, tickling the spot that had turned him into a turtle earlier.

“Eddie, yes!” He responded. 

“PLehehehease MOHOHOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!”

“As you wish.”

His hand stopped and he released your arms as you caught your breath. When you looked up at him, he was staring at you, his eyes soft. 

“Whahat?” you giggled.

“You’re just... so beautiful.”

“Ugh.” You covered your face again, hiding the ever persistent blush. “You can’t just say stuff like that to me!”

“Why not?”

You stayed quiet, still hidden.

“Why not, Y/N?”

You mumbled something in response, but it was muffled by your hands.

Unrelenting squeezes to your sides brought your hands back down again, wheezing laughter being forced from your lips as ticklish shocks raced through your torso. 

“OKAY OKAHAY OKAY!”

He stopped.

“You cahahan’t say stuff like that because it makes me blush.”

“Good. That’s the point, you goof.”

“Yeah, but it’s embarassing!”

“No it’s not. It’s adorable.”

You groaned again, a reluctant smile on your face. “It’s like you took a class on how to tease me or something. It’s the worst!”

“Embarassing Y/N 101.” Eddie began poking your stomach again. “Lesson #1 - tickling.”

He sent you into another fit of giggles.

“No matter how much Y/N protests, she’ll never outright tell you to stop because she loves it.”

...

Maybe he was right. You’d never tell. 

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Your writings are so cuuuute! Do you have any platonic tickle fight headcanons for the reader and Eddie?

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON 😭💖 /pos /pla

I absolutely do have platonic tickle fight headcanons for the reader and Eddie! Hcs are under the cut!

Eddie Munson is always down for a tickle fight, and who better to have it with than his best friend!? If you start a tickle fight, Eddie is definitely gonna try and be the one to finish it by tickling the daylights outta you. He's a stubborn jackass about tickle fights /lh

First let's talk about what happens when Eddie is the one winning a tickle fight.

He's definitely the type to cackle or go "OHOH NO YOUHOU DON'T~!" After successfully gaining the upper hand if he didn't have it already. Eddie's a smug little shit if you two are feeling super competitive.

(These gifs have me both flustered and in orbit AGAHSHDJDJFJ)

You know how people will say "uncle!" when they're tapped out during a playfight? This jerk (/lh) is always gonna insist you say the name of a metal band or artist when you're all tickled out. "Ozzy." "Metallica." "Judas Priest." "Iron Maiden." "Dio." And he's always gonna cackle, chuckle, or snicker over hearing you screech or giggle out the names or lightheartedly tease you about how you said them.

If you're comfortable with it, Eddie will pat your back or give you a hug to help ground you again after being tickled to pieces. He's very much an attentive friend, as proven by season 4 (Making Chrissy laugh when he noticed she was scared, helping Nancy into the boat, waterproofing the flashlight for Steve, checking in on the Sinclair siblings when they were all preparing for the showdown w/ Vecna; deadass I could make a whole list about how sweet a friend he is 🥺) He'll always make sure you're okay whether you lost or won the tickle fight.

On the flip side, I feel like if he starts a tickle fight, a good 45-50 percent of the time he does so, the tables quickly turn on him and he gets tickled to pieces 💀 And he'll be a giggly cussing squirrel the entire time. Expect to hear "God dammit" and any and all variations of "Jesus H. Christ" when he's being tickled. If you get the right spot during a tickle fight with Eddie, it'll incapacitate him via "happy stimming too much to retaliate anymore"

If anyone else from the party is in the vicinity, Eddie will call for backup as a last resort. ("Help me, Wheeler" LMFAOAHSJJSJDJF I had way too much fun with those lee and ler energy edits for this cinnamon roll).

When you've got the upper hand in a tickle fight with Eddie, it's a chance to get your bestie back by making him say "It's Raining Men" or "Dancing Queen" or "Sweet Dreams" or "Hot Patootie" (All these songs are BOPS my multi-genre loving self lives for these decades of music) when he's all tickled out. Eddie knows a good song when he hears one but he's a metalhead to the core so fully expect him to playfully retaliate for making him say or sing "Ghostbusters" to end the tickle fight. /lh

He always appreciates a good hug or pat on the back after being tickled to bits too. If he really needed the laugh that day, he'll thank you with the kindest eyes. Eddie always appreciates getting to spend time laughing with a friend 🥺 /pos

"I hope you know that next time I'll make you sing the entirety of Fairies Wear Boots while I'm tickling the ever-loving daylights out of you." - Edward "The Petty" Munson (/lh)

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AHSJSJDJFJFJFJF this was so fun to write about 😭💖 /gen /p

Thank you again anon! Until next time everyone! /pos

- Ushu ❤️ (/p)

[warrenwrites]

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[hotwritergf]

Knismo!Eddie who rolls his D-20 and asks them if he should tickle Steve.

Eddie: “Okay so odd numbers mean I tickle you, and even numbers mean you get tickled by me!”

Steve: “that’s the same thi- fuUCK”

& Eddie is just relentless because ‘the dice are never wrong!’

[mimimunson]

steddie / ticklish!eddie / one shot

cw- tickling, swearing

wayne notices everything. eagle eyed he picked up on how close steve and his nephew were before they even told him they were dating. he very quickly saw how much eddie liked to fluster steve around their friends, he thought it was only fair that he gave the lad some ammo on eddie.

“when he was younger and showing off, i just used to poke his sides a little, that was quickly an attitude adjustment.” he whispered to steve when eddie had gone to the bathroom. steve’s eyes gleamed at the information, he would never have guessed eddie was ticklish, but slowly everything started adding up.

eddie re-entered the room and steve had a shit-eating grin plastered over his face.

“what the fuck did you tell him?” eddie groaned making direct eye contact with his uncle, pointing his finger accusingly.

he was so screwed.

[qprstobin]

You know it kind of sucks that we as a fandom have gotten so caught up in Mike being a brat that he often doesn't really get to have adult mentors the way others do because he's "mean" to Steve/Will/Max/whoever.

Like, arguably Eddie should be a mentor to Mike as well as Dustin, even if they aren't as close - Mike obviously respects him a lot and looks up to him, modelling himself and his style after him. (Which is significant! Because historically Mike is probably the Party member aside from El who most looks like his parents dictate what he wears.) But instead we get fic after fic of Mike being "Eddie's least favorite" or him straight up disliking him because Mike lashed out at Steve.

I'm not going to deny that Mike is a brat and can be insensitive at times, particularly with Will. (Though some of that insensitivity does just come from the fact that he isn't aware of the crush Will has on him? Idk why people expect him to know that.) But he's also severely traumatized. He still obviously cares about his friends, and despite his issues with keeping properly in contact with Will (and in a different way, El) still makes efforts to reach out to them when they are in the same place.

Idk when writing the tags for my lrb I was just thinking about the fact that arguably more fics should have Eddie at least more sympathetic Mike considering he is one of his "sheepies" and also how much Mike clearly looks up to him. Makes me sad because you know Mike probably wants his approval more badly than he's wanted approval from an older teen/adult figure in a long time!

[antisociallilbrat]

I feel you, but the Duffers just simply do not like killing their main cast, as for Steve... he is not only one of the main characters but also a fan fav. Like the whole reason they created Eddie's character and made him be Dustin's brother figure is so they could kill Eddie off and like... Eddie pretty much died in Steve's place narratively speaking.

NO BC YOU'RE RIGHT.

It's so frustrating to me because the Suffer Brother do make decisions for the St story based off marketing and the story suffers because of it. (Side Note: It could be Netflix pressuring them but,,,idk to extent it also has to be them at this point)

Few quick examples, if we see a character dynamic that became popular, that became marketable, that is all we will ever see of them. Max for instance, the GA loves seeing her with Lucas and El, so now we only see her interact with those two (and Steve but I'm coming back to him) and very rarely do we see her have meaningful moments with other characters. I don't know what her friendship is like with Will bc we have not seen it. We don't even know how they interact with each other. The GA is not interested in it so it doesn't happen. There's a ton more examples. In a way it stunts the character's growth. We should be seeing them come together, grow together as a family as the Suffer Brothers want us to see them as, but they restrict character's interactions with each other based on what the GA likes.

Back to Steve. 'Babysitter Steve' blew up after season two and now he's been restricted to that role. It feels like he's not allowed to grow. He does have meaningful interactions with characters but only like Robin, Max, Dustin, and Lucas. You can say Nancy too but this an entirely different thing. I worry about that storyline.

The Suffer Brothers have written him into a box. I feel like he was supposed to die in season four but the character Steve is too marketable to lose so they came up with Eddie instead.

Eddie was destined to die in place of Steve, that was his purpose. It's why he was created. They made sure to have him bond with Dustin and they made sure to hit the same emotional notes when he died as if it had been Steve instead. A total cop out.

Eddie's death was unnecessary and Steve should've been the one to die, the Suffer Brothers are just sellouts. But if they planned on killing Steve in season four, odds are we wouldn't have gotten Eddie, or at least he wouldn't have been apart of one of the main crews.

[rosiesramblings]

Even If

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Dedicated to @veryblushyswitch thank you for motivating me to get off my ass and finish this :) I think the fic kind of jumps around, probably because I wrote it so sporadically, but I still hope you enjoy!

The thing was, Steve knew he was being ridiculous. The logical side of his brain was well aware that his feelings didn’t make sense. But, over on the emotional side of his brain, Steve’s abandonment issues were going into overdrive.

It started with Claudia Henderson, of all people. On a brisk fall day when Steve and Eddie had stopped at Dustin’s house to drive him to the arcade, Mrs. Henderson came bustling out of the house with a small potted plant in her hand.

“Eddie, dear,” she called, “I saw this at the garden center the other day and it made me think of you,” and she thrust the potted plant to Eddie through the van window.

It was obvious to anyone who looked at the weird plant why it reminded her of Eddie - the leaves were spiky and dark green, with bright pink veins running through - the plant’s whole vibe was fuck around and find out. It was altogether about as metal as a plant could get. It made sense that Mrs. Henderson would think of Eddie and only Eddie. Or at least, that’s what Steve tried to tell himself, as a traitorous part of his brain whispered, She didn’t get one for you because she doesn’t think of you as anything but her kid’s babysitter. You’re such an insignificant part of her life that she barely remembers you exist when you aren’t right in front of her.

Steve shook off the voice and turned toward his boyfriend, who was wearing an oddly touched expression on his face. Later, he would tell Steve, “No one has ever seen something and bought it just because it reminded them of me.” And that brought up a whole other insecurity of Steve’s, that he was a shitty boyfriend, and he kicked himself for not buying Eddie things like that himself.

The plant, which Eddie named Bridget after frankly too many days of deliberation, took up residence on the trailer’s kitchen windowsill. It was pretty cute, the way Eddie religiously watered the thing every morning, filling a small mug and gently drizzling it into Bridget’s pot. There was something about the ritual that calmed Eddie, and Steve was happy he found joy in taking care of it.

One day, Eddie came bouncing in the trailer with a library book on botany, grinning adorably. “Guess what, Stevie! Plants grow better when they listen to music! Music, Steve, isn’t that so wild?” He ghosted a hand over Bridget’s leaves and hummed, blowing the plant a gentle kiss.

“That’s cool, Eds,” Steve said, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Did you want to go and get some dinner?” It was date night, and it was Eddie’s turn to pick what they did.

“Actually, Stevie, I was thinking we could stay in tonight? I want to play Bridget this song I’ve been working on.”

The logical side of Steve’s brain knew this was a reasonable request, that Eddie had had a long week and probably just wanted to keep the evening low key. The emotional side, which had been taking the wheel more often than not lately, hissed that this was Eddie’s way of letting Steve down easy, that he didn’t want to spend time with him. 

That he would literally rather play music to a non sentient plant than to eat dinner with Steve.

Steve worked to keep his emotions off of his face, but apparently didn’t do enough because Eddie cocked his head at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Steve shrunk into himself. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Eddie squinted at Steve. “Hmmmm. Nope. Maybe if you were trying to convince one of the less emotionally intelligent brats, but I know you. What’s wrong?”

Steve wrapped his arms around his torso. “It’s stupid.”

“Okay,” Eddie shrugged. “You’re allowed to be upset about stupid things. But if it has anything to do with me I would like to know because despite all the shit I give you, I don’t enjoy making you actually upset.”

Steve sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to find a way to string the feelings inside of him into a coherent sentence. Eddie didn’t rush him, just took a seat on the other end of the couch, and waited.

“I know I’m being ridiculous. Like, part of my brain knows that you’re my boyfriend and you lo… like me enough to keep me around. But I guess… I just wonder when you’ll get bored with me,” Steve trailed off.

Eddie’s face was doing something that Steve didn’t know how to read, so he hurried to explain, “I mean, when are you going to find something like Bridget that you decide you would rather spend your time on? What am I going to do when you inevitably find someone who, like, actually understands the nuances of DnD, or fully appreciates thrash metal, or fucking… doesn’t have capital T trauma from all the Upside Down bullshit?”

Eddie reached out and gently took one of Steve’s hands in one of his own. “Stevie. Baby. I need you to listen to me,” he said, his stare so intense that it made Steve’s insides do flips. Eddie took a deep breath, and gave a soft smile. “You are not a placeholder. You are not someone I keep around just until I find someone… ‘better’ for me, Jesus H. Christ. I don’t want to date some DnD nerd who loves metal and is all untraumatized and boring. I want Steve Harrington, the guy who listens when I talk about DnD and asks questions about my campaigns, the guy who lets me play my metal tapes in the car even though I know there’s probably a thousand other things he’d rather listen to, and one of the only other people on fucking planet earth who knows exactly what I went through during Spring Break. You’re it for me, babe. I’m here until you tell me to go.”

Steve blinked. Swallowed. Blinked again. ���Oh.”

Eddie snorted, “Wow, Harrington, I pour my heart and soul out to you and that’s your response?”

“No! I just - I mean - I don’t know what to say,” Steve stammered. “Nobody’s ever… really said something like that to me before.”

Eddie’s smile turned soft again. “Well, I’ll say it however many times it takes for you to believe me.”

“Even if it takes a while?”

“Even then.”

“Even if it takes forever?” Steve asked with a nervous smile.

“Even then.”

“Even if I forget sometimes?” His grin grew, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Jesus, yes, even then,” Eddie said with a good natured eye roll.

“Even if -”

“You know what, smartass? Yes, whatever you’re about to say, even then.”

“But what if -”

“That’s it!” With a feral grin, Eddie pounced, knocking Steve sideways onto the couch. Steve knew that grin, and started giggling nervously before Eddie even touched him. 

When Eddie dug his fingers into his underarms, however, Steve’s giggles turned to cackles. Eddie would be the first to admit he wasn’t always the best at reading people, but even he could tell that Steve’s laughter was downright delighted. Eddie thought he might melt at the realization that Steve was absolutely craving this.

That didn’t stop him from protesting though. “Eddie, Eddie, no no no nononono,” he pleaded as Eddie spidered his hands down to Steve’s sides. Eddie smiled as Steve desperately shook his head back and forth, grinning big enough to light up a goddamn castle.

“What’s wrong? Thought you wanted my attention,” Eddie teased. “Is it in the wrong spot? Do you want my attention here?” He wiggled his fingers down into the dips of Steve’s hips. “What about here?” he reached down to squeeze at Steve’s thighs. Steve howled, and Eddie, not wanting to end this so soon, walked his fingers back up to Steve’s tummy. Soft giggles replaced the echoing laughter, and Eddie couldn’t help but coo at him.

But then Steve was reaching toward Eddie’s wrists with a new determination. Instead of pushing Eddie away, however, Steve looked pointedly at the ceiling as he placed Eddie’s hands towards the backs of his ribs.

Eddie was going to die from how cute his boyfriend was. 

“Baby,” he cooed, flexing his fingers just once to make Steve arch his back. Eddie drummed his fingers on the backs of Steve’s ribs, and Steve tensed in anticipation. He bit down on his smile when Eddie leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re too much,” Eddie said, and squeezed.

Steve absolutely shrieked before descending into wild laughter as Eddie scratched at the space between his upper ribs and underarms. 

“This better, baby?”

Steve’s ears went pink, but he nodded through his laughter anyway.

Sensing that Steve was near his limit, Eddie slowed his hands until they just rested on Steve’s ribs. Leaning in close, he pressed a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“I think you might be my favorite person,” Steve whispered.

“Oh yeah? You gonna tell me that every day?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Even if -”

“Oh god, don’t you start.”

[veryblushyswitch]

This fic is so chaotic and adorable in the best way and I absolutely love it ✨

For the writing thingie, maybe ler!Robin lee!Steve? The phrase could be “Steve, don’t make me sit on you again…”

your honor, they are everything to me. hope u enjoy!! still trying to figure out robin tbh

Under Covers

Robin leans her bike against the garage, careful not to scrape. Steve’s home--his car sits idle in the driveway, waiting patiently to ferry them both to Family Video. They’re already late, technically, but they’re not late late yet. 

An argument could be made that she could simply bike to work, admonishing Steve from the high horse of punctuality, but that’s no fun.

She jiggles her key in the lock and throws the door open, dumping her bag by the door. It’s quiet and dark downstairs, the kitchen unused, neither of which are a good sign. Steve’s usually a morning person, but on the days where he isn’t, he has to be surgically removed from sleep. It’s a coin toss, really, if he’s late over his hair or late for oversleeping and his hair. 

She inhales as much as her lungs can manage, then: “Steeeeeeevvvvveeeeee!”

No response. She scowls. 

She helps herself to a glass of orange juice and promptly rinses the glass, never one to make extra work for Steve when possible. Bothering him, yes, but inconveniencing him? Not if she can help it.

She thumps up the stairs two at a time. Steve’s bedroom door is cracked open when she gets there, exposing the comically lumpy mass of blankets on his bed and the upsetting pile of laundry in not one, but two corners of the room. Robin has half a mind to do a running jump onto the bed, but he’s gotten way too good at convincing her to take pre-work naps. They need this job. Unfortunately. 

“Steve. Steven. Steeb.” Robin leans in the doorframe, biting her lip on an affectionate smile. Steve’s hair pokes out just at the top of the blanket pile. 

“Don’t make me sit on you,” She says a little louder, moving over to the left side of the bed. Steve wrinkles his nose and makes a grumbly noise. 

“Three, two--”

“Bobin?” He mumbles, squinting at her. 

She pounces. He screams, muffled by the blanket, but then he tumbles into wild giggles and flails for purchase. 

“Get up, get up, get up!” She squeezes at his sides through the blanket, feeling around blindly but knowing intimately where to strike. His arms fly free of the blanket and he starts grappling with her, trying to poke at her like the bastard he is, but she’s on a goddamn mission. Either they’re getting to work on time (unlikely) or he’s going to die (still on the table). 

“Get. up.” She starts tickling his ribs, sliding up under his arms every time he tries to swat at her. Steve honest-to-god snorts, which she didn’t know he could do. She catalogues it for later. 

“W-Why--Ah, Robin, nohoho!” Steve whines and covers his face. She starts poking at his stomach, speeding up whenever he tries to grab her. His laughter revs like an engine. He twists away suddenly, curling up on his side and as close to the edge of the bed as he can physically get. Robin chuckles at him and tazers his side. He makes no sense. Only Steve would forfeit all the empty space in his bed rather than use it to escape. 

“We’re late, dingus!” She reaches back and squeezes his thigh. He shrieks like his life depends on it, voice cracking around his laughter in that way she loves. 

“I’m up!” Steve wheezes, lunging forward to grab her wrists. She squeezes again and he crumples into the mattress, throwing his head back against the pillows. He tries to say her name, or possibly curse at her, but all that comes out is a jumble of syllables and frantic, nervous giggles. 

“No, if you were up, you’d be getting ready.”  She pauses, just to prove her point. Steve pushes his hair out of his face and fixes her with the bitchiest look he can manage. She grins. He scowls. 

“I’ll drag you out of bed if I have to.” She crosses her arms. When he wriggles down into the bed like an indignant little worm, he earns her wrath. It’s only natural. She’s given him an out and a half. Robin feels around under the blanket and grabs Steve’s ankle, skittering her nails over the curve of his heel and up. It’s a fast track to a black eye, but she’s gotten quicker lately. 

There’s a screechy peal of laughter, then a thump--a loud one, and not from Steve’s side. Robin peers over the right side of the bed, feeling for the nearest pillow to defend herself from whatever creatures might lurk in here. 

Instead, she finds Eddie Munson. His hair’s a mess, more so than usual, and his face is bright pink. He’s oddly jittery.

“What.” Robin and Eddie blink at each other. She looks down at her hand, clutched around what is decidedly not Steve’s foot, then back up at Eddie. He gives her a sheepish wave. 

“Oh my god.” She drops Eddie’s ankle. Eddie. Here. In Steve’s bed.

“Robin--” Steve holds his hands out soothingly. 

“Oh my god.” She drops her head in her hands.  

“Is that a good ‘oh my god’ or do I need to change my locks?” Eddie asks from somewhere beside her. He climbs back up onto the bed and drops beside her. The mattress dips to accept him. 

“Still deciding,” She groans. Steve rubs her back, murmuring something soft and sickeningly fond in Eddie’s direction. She’s happy for Steve--god, she’s over the fucking moon for him, really. She teases him because someone needs to, but her heart swells knowing there was a resolution to all the yearning passing between the two of them. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I should’ve been the first to know!” Robin smacks Steve’s bare chest. He catches her hand. 

“Well, you’re like the third to know.” Robin glares at him, but Steve throws his hands up in surrender. “Kidding! Third, because me and Eddie. Honestly, Rob, we were gonna tell you.”

“We’re, uhm, still figuring it out.” Eddie nudges her shoulder, but his shmoopy eyes are firmly on Steve. Gross. 

“Alright, well…I have questions. So many questions. But first--” She pokes his chest as aggressively as possible. Eddie copies her, hitting Steve’s stomach instead. 

“Up, yes, I knohow--” Steve’s voice breaks on a giggle. He crumples awkwardly into Robin, twisting away from Eddie. Robin’s tempted to help, but she leans away from Steve to give Eddie more access. Drama’s more fun, anyhow. Steve doesn’t laugh nearly enough. 

“No--” Steve points accusingly at Eddie. Eddie only grins wider in response. 

“You’ve given me a tremendous gift, Buckley!” Eddie cackles, wiggling his fingers into Steve’s sides. Steve yelps and bolts, managing to skid in the bathroom and slam the door before Eddie can vault over the bed. Robin and Eddie both chuckle. 

“Sorry if I helped make you late,” Eddie says, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. A devious little idea grows in the back of her head.

“Yeah, you did.” She lunges at him with an evil laugh. Eddie squeaks and tries to scramble away, but Robin’s on him already, heart growing three sizes at the now-pair of dinguses she’d never choose to live without. 

[ticklishraspberries]

Tickletober Poll Results!!

So, I made a post last month asking y'all to participate in a poll I made to help me choose the pairings for my Tickletober prompts this year!! I am doing @august-anon's weekly prompts which can be found here. So, the results are in now!!

Week #1: Ler!Derek Morgan x Lee!Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Week #2: Ler!Alex Claremont-Diaz x Lee!Henry Fox (Red White and Royal Blue)

Week #3: Ler!Eddie Munson x Lee!Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Week #4: Ler!Peeta Mellark x Lee!Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Week #5: Ler!Ginny Weasley x Lee!Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)

So, there we go!! I'm very excited to give this smaller version of the challenge a shot this year and I hope you guys will enjoy what I write!!

[tbthqs]

Meet The Rockstar

Todo baralho precisa de um coringa, algo imprevisível para manter as coisas interessantes. Além disso, você acredita que hierarquia é uma chatice, talvez por isso você sempre amou mais a anarquia, algo que obrigou seus pais a te enviarem para um estado diferente todos os anos do high school, e por um acaso do destino, você acabou em UCLA e permaneceu por lá, afinal, qual o melhor lugar para buscar o sucesso do que Los Angeles? Pra você sempre foi mais emocionante ver tudo queimar e ler sobre isso na manhã seguinte. Não é surpresa que agora que você cresceu, desempenha um papel importante na sociedade e, embora a maioria acredite que você virou uma nova página - não há como esconder quem você realmente é.

Connections

The Party Animal e The Rockstar já trabalharam juntos algumas vezes, mas não foi muito prazeroso

The Wanderer e The Rockstar tiveram um rolo em 2014.

The Rockstar e The Fallen One são donos de uma empresa juntos em 2024

Inspirações

AXL Rose, Madonna, Eddie Munson (Stranger Things), Rocket Racoon (MCU), Vanellope Van Schweetz (Detona Ralph), Dean Winchester (SPN) e Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House)