#ler Robin

[veryblushyswitch]

Nancy x Robin x Reader ~ Poly Ship (tickle fic) 🌸

Summary: Nancy and Robin find themselves falling for one of Eddie’s friends. She plays guitar, loves watching movies, and absolutely loves Nancy and Robin. It isn’t until the three of them hang out that secrets are revealed.

Lee: Reader

Lers: Nancy & Robin

Authors Note: First time ever writing for a poly relationship!! I am going to have the reader in this story go by she/they pronouns, but I will make gender neutral ones in the future. This took me so long- oh my gosh. But it’s finally done and I had such a fun time writing it!! I hope you all enjoy! 🌸 @blushyeleven 🌸

Bright colored leaves fell to the ground as an autumn wind blew across the football field of Hawkins High School. A crowd gathered in the gym while the assembly for the mid-school year was starting to begin.

“Can’t believe we have one of these in the middle of our lunch period.” Robin complained as she sat herself next to Nancy. The two had been dating in secret for a while now. Steve, Chrissy, Eddie, Johnathon and the kids knew, but other than that completely private.

“Yeah. At least we can sit next to each other the whole time.” Nancy gave Robin a wink which made her blush and playfully nudge Nancy’s leg.

“You’re such a flirt, Nancy Wheeler.” Robin whispered, poking Nancy’s side making her yelp and grab Robin’s hand.

“Only for you, Buckley.” Nancy squeezed her hand gently before interlocking their fingers together.

The assembly seemed to last forever as teachers made speeches and cheerleading routines never ended. It was always nice to see Chrissy perform though.

“This is so boring.” Robin remarked, her leg bouncing out of compulsion.

“Yeah I know, it’ll be over soon.” Nancy rubbed her thumb along Robin’s hand.

As she finished her sentence, a song started to play on the speaker. Nancy and Robin glanced at each other, both trying to hide how anxious they felt. They stared at the girl who was strumming away at her electric guitar.

The familiar riff of Don’t Bring Me Down filled the auditorium. The school decided to have a more rock sound for the pep rally and Y/N just so happened to be invited by the school to play a song.

Nancy and Robin were in love to say the least. They knew you played guitar, but they’ve never actually seen you play. Robin was blushing and Nancy was playing with her hair every now and then to try and distract herself from you.

As the performance finished, the crowd erupted into applause as you walked off stage. Nancy and Robin held hands after they clapped and nodded at each other. When they saw you after fifth period today, they were going to ask you to hang out this weekend.

~

Never in a million years would you have thought you would’ve had Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler inviting you over to hang out.

You’ve had a crush on both of them for quite some time, and you’ve all talked at school when you could, but you’ve never hung out with them outside of all that. You’ve talked with Eddie about how you feel and sworn him to secrecy.

As you approached the Wheeler’s residence, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as the door handle almost immediately moved and the door opened.

“Y/N!” Robin squealed as she leapt at you for a hug. You laughed at the sudden affection and hugged her back. You two had always been super affectionate individuals and hugs were a must whenever you saw each other.

“Hey Y/N.” Nancy waved from the doorway. Her other hand was playing with the hem of her skirt. She always did that when she was nervous. You started to feel a little anxious at the wonder of what she could be worried about.

“Come on in.” Nancy gestured inside. Robin took your hand and dragged you into the house and headed towards the basement.

“I’m gonna grab a couple drinks then I’ll be down.” Nancy remarked as you and Robin made yourselves comfortable on the couch.

You sat on the middle cushion and grabbed a pillow to hug against your chest. Robin made herself comfortable against your right side, leaning her head on your shoulder and looking up at you. Gosh she is so cute, you thought.

“Hey, Nancy seemed a bit… anxious when I arrived. Is something wrong?” As you asked this Robin sat up and blushed a bit.

“Y-Yeah she’s totally fine. Nothing’s wrong I promise.” She fiddled with her fingers. You felt a bit sad when she sat up. You wished she would lean against you again.

“Okay I’m back, sorry for the wait.” Nancy announced walking down the stairs. She had a water bottle in each hand and a can of coke tucked under her arm.

She handed you and Robin a water while she sat on your left and opened her coke. You all simultaneously took an awkward sip. The air was tense and you had no idea why. Other than all the gay panicking that was happening in your head-

“So… what did you guys think of the show?” You broke the ice as you set your water bottle on the table in front of you. Robin choked a bit on her water making Nancy giggle.

“It was amazing. Robin and I both agree it was the only entertaining part of the whole assembly. Other than seeing Chrissy.” You smiled an blushed a little at that. They really liked your performance?!

“I mean, Tammy Thompson was pretty entertaining if you ask me.” You snickered before all three of you broke into laughter.

It felt good to have the tension disappear. Laughter was the best way to do that when it came to the Hawkins gang.

The next couple minutes were spent talking about everyone’s day and random updates about life. Robin was talking about a work story with Steve when you noticed that Nancy was playing with the hem of her skirt again. She also seemed to be zoned out as she listened to Robin speak.

Robin finished her story and headed to the restroom. You decided to see if you could get Nancy to talk to you. It’s not like it was hard, all three of you talked to each other about everything practically. Something was clearly bothering her and you needed to know what.

“You okay Nance? You’ve been kind of anxious.” You put a hand on her knee. She jumped a bit at the action and turned towards you like a deer in the headlights.

“I-I’m fine. Just have some things on my mind.” She looked away.

“Do you wanna talk about it? You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it of course, but I’m here if you need anything.” You moved your thumb across her knee in a comforting motion making her smile.

Robin walked out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw you two. She made eye contact with Nancy before looking back at you.

“Actually…” Nancy began, bringing your hand that was on her knee up to hold in hers. “There is something we both want to talk to you about.” Robin sat back down next to you as Nancy said this.

“Okay. Is something wrong?” You saw the color leave Robin’s face. Either something was wrong, or something was incredibly wrong. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you guys.” You took Robin’s hand in yours that wasn’t holding Nancy’s. “Nothing can change that.”

Nancy still seemed worried, but took a deep breath and managed a small smile.

“So… you know how Robin and I are… close, you could say.” You nodded along as Nancy went on. “Yeah so. We’re girlfriends. And not like fiends who are girls. We’re together.” Nancy started to tear up as Robin tried to hold back a sob while her leg bounced a million miles a minute.

“A-And we don’t want you to think any different of us w-were still us.” Robin started to full on cry as she squeezed your hand.

“Guys…” You began, tears forming in your eyes. “I don’t care about that. I’m so incredibly happy you told me this. In fact, I… I like girls too.” Now you had tears running down your face.

Nancy giggled which caused you to laugh which then caused Robin to giggle through her sobs before wrapping you in a hug. Nancy wrapped around you both as all three of you laughed and cried.

After a few minutes, you all took in some deep breaths and laid back. Nancy and Robin made eye contact then looked back at you. Robin nodded. Her and Nancy agreed they would split up telling you everything. Now it was her turn.

“There was another thing we wanted to tell you. Or more so ask you if the events went well, which they have, and I personally didn’t think it would go this well-” “Robin.” Nancy stopped her girlfriend from going on for too long. “Oh yeah, sorry.” She shook her hands a bit to let some of the nervous energy out.

“Nancy and I, we’re dating. We’re together.” You smiled hearing that again. You always had an assumption considering how close they were. But you didn’t interrupt. “And.. a-and we would like to know if- to know if you would like to date us too.”

Your eyes widened and your face blushed red. Is this really happening? You almost started crying again. You felt paralyzed. With what? Fear? Excitement? Maybe both.

“I… I would love to. Yes! I’ve actually had a crush on both of you guys for a while now! Eddie was the only one who knew and it was this whole thing- And I’m going to stop myself before I start rambling.” You cried with joy and shook your hands with happiness.

Robin and Nancy smiled and started crying again too. Cue another three way hug full of giggles and tears.

“Oh my gosh I can’t believe this is happening!” You shook your hands making Robin do the same. You both stimmed and listened as Nancy giggled at how adorable you two were being. Nancy wiped away her last few remaining tears, reaching for one your’s and Robin’s hands.

You both looked at Nancy with longing eyes as she kissed each of your hands. You felt your ears turn pink making Robin and Nancy giggle.

Robin booped your nose as Nancy poked your cheek. Your eyes widened as you covered your face to hide the blush spreading across your face.

“Awww she’s trying to hide from us Nance~” Robin cooed and poked your side. You squealed and tried to block that spot with your elbow, but it only managed to cover a small part of your ribs since you didn’t want to uncover all of your face.

The two made eye contact before scribbling at your sides. A shriek escaped your mouth as your arms came crashing down against your torso.

You threw your head back in laughter, the fingers moved up and down from your sides to your ribs and even sneaking pokes under your arms.

“Ohohohohoh my gohohosh!” You tried to curl yourself against Robin when Nancy hit a particularly sensitive spot on your ribs.

“What’s that song you were playing at the pep rally?” Nancy asked, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. You tried to protest, knowing where they were going with the playful teasing.

“Don’t Bring Me Down? Yeah I love that song! I always wondered how Y/N played it.” Robin smirked grabbing an arm to pin by the side of your head.

“Me too, Rob. Let’s try together shall we?” Nancy took your other arm and pinned it the same way.

“N-Nahancy! Robin! Plehehease!” You tried to pull at your arms but they were pinned good. They both slowly walked their first two fingers down your arm starting at your wrists.

Your giggles got louder and higher as their fingers spider crawled lower and lower till they were right above your underarms. You brought your legs up against your chest as you tried to prepare yourself for their attack.

“Ready?” Nancy asked Robin. “Go!” Robin yelled. You screamed at contact then burst into laughter as they scribbled from your underarms to your ribs and up and down and up again.

“Don’t bring me down~” Robin sang as she strummed your ribs like a guitar. “No! No! No! No! Nooo~” Nancy joined in pinching your side. They both giggled as the singing seemed to make you laugh more.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” “Pleeeeease- sing another verse?” Robin teased digging a bit rougher into your lower ribs to make you squeal. “Who can say no to that?”

Nancy and Robin sang the chorus once again with your laugh as the background music.

They slowed their hands to give you a break but kept your wrists pinned to the couch. “Don’t worry we’re not done with you yet.” Robin cooed rubbing her thumb against your wrist in a comforting way.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish~” Nancy teased lightly scratching at your tummy with her nails. This caused you to squeal and kick your legs out. The light scratches causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter their wings even faster than you thought was possible.

“Hehehehehe! *snort* Nohohohohoho!” The light tickles caused you to snort and hide your face against the couch. Robin and Nancy could’ve died happy right then and there after hearing that noise. Well maybe after hearing it a few more times.

“That was the cutest sound I’ve ever heard!!!” Robin practically screamed. This made you laugh even more and blush at her comment. They continued to pinch and scratch at your stomach. Nancy sneakily poking at your belly button a few times to make you jump.

“Ahahahahaha! *snort* IhI cahahahahan’t!” You snorted and squealed. The light tickles filling your body warmth and happiness. Your body went into fight or flight mode, however, when you felt a pinch to your hip. Nancy jumped back at the sudden scream that was ripped from your throat.

“Ooooh Nance!! You found a tickle spot!!” Robin beamed, her eyes twinkling with delight as she started pinching your hip. You squirmed harder than ever. Your body overflowing with the ticklish sensations yelling at you to escape. Yet it was all enjoyable nonetheless. Every had their breaking point, however.

“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY STAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! MERCY! UHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHASE!” You kicked your legs as you laughed those final words. Your next few breaths coming out in small giggles as Nancy and Robin withdrew their hands.

Robin brushed some hair behind your ear that had gotten in your face during all the squirming.

“You’re so cute Y/N.” Robin admired the way your eyes glistened after she spoke. Nancy agreed. “Your laugh is so beautiful and adorable. We’ll have to do this all the time.” She giggled when the comment made you blush. And just when you were calming down from the tickle attack!

Nancy and Robin practically melted at how adorable you were being. Nancy bit her lip before mustering up the courage to kiss your cheek.

Both you and Robin stared at Nancy in astonishment. “Was that okay?” Nancy asked while gripping onto her skirt. You smiled. That smile turned into a smirk as you gently took the hem of her shirt and pulled her lips to yours.

“More than okay.” You said after the kiss. You turned to Robin and did the same. Her face beamed with joy. The three of you then cuddled and soon fell asleep from an emotional few hours. Thus began a journey all three of you wouldn’t trade for anything.

[screams-of-laughter]

I fucking love this AU ❤️‍🔥

“With great power, comes great responsibility.”

Spider-woman Robin! For my Mar. @reidsbtch it’s your super hero girlfriend!

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish”

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not late you are 😶😳🫥 I’m a bit behind but promise to catch up over the weekend 🫡🙏

Another one of the ✨bat boys✨! (Read the WEBTOON 🤜🔪)

As always happy tktober everyone! Drink some tea ☕️ 💜

[azuregiggles]

Spontaneous Sanji HC!?

This is about fluffy tickling, if that's not for you kindly keep scrollin ty :D

Art/fic where Sanji is down and sour / sleep deprived and Robin decides to cheer him up /tire him out by tickling him as she does luffy and chopper.

The different spots and teases bring back memories of him being cheered up via tickles throughout his years with his mom and zeff.

Robin tickles his ears and it brings back memories of his mom cheering him up when he drops something he made for her (again) and she blows raspberries on his cheeks and nibbles on his ears. "Don't worry, I'll eat your giggles instead~ they're so so sweet~"

Robin tickles his neck and he recalls his mother twirling a pretty feather he brought her across his chin and neck. "Do you think this can help me find your smile?"

Robin tickles his sides and he recalls Zeff accidentally discovering how ticklish he was and begins using it to punish him for his snarky ways. "Why so jumpy, I hardly touched ye? Are you bruised or something?" The geezer inspected his wounds until he was interrupted by squeaky laughter.

His ribs bring back memories of being with Zeff not too long after rescue when his ribs only showed a little bit and Zeff decided to count them (croneing on and on about how he thought the brat had lost one during their time on the rock) as payback for Sanji calling him an old bastard. After all, hit the kid and he comes back swingin, tickle him to pieces and he learns his lesson fast.

And lastly his stomach is a particularly fond spot for his memory as zeff caught the kid snooping in his room one day; when asked what he was searching for the little brat replied "what kind of shitty pirate were you? You don't even have a treasure map! Shitty old man!" And zeff, in a particularly vengeful but amused mood told Sanji that the map was on his little blonde head and poked him in the brow "are you senile already? The hell is that supposed to mean?" Zeff smirked and scooped up the rowdy boy, placing him on the bed. He replied "I'll show ya, see? Your brow is the map, it starts up here-" he tickled Sanji's ribs on one side, earning loud squeals and swears "and it trails off down and around like this~" he scribble, scritched, and squeezed and ticklish swirl around the boy's midriff ending at his bellybutton and digging in around it. Shrill screams and boyish laughter rang throughout the room as the assault continued "see? Now that's treasure." Not that sanji could hear.

Robin leaves a sleepy cook to reminisce upon the kitchen floor, a blanket over his body and a genuine smile upon his face, he finally gets some rest.

Sorry if it's out of character at all but it's my head and these are it's cannons ty for reading

[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. 

[fluffomatic]

Varras can be a bit of a troublemaker (only cause his friends force him to be one), and the ladies of the town have had enough! Nothing teaches more of a lesson than public tickling! Poor guy is too ticklish to be embarrassed~

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[tickletastic]

The City Needs Its Hero

Fandom: Batfam

Ship: N/A

Summary: Robin Jason forces Dick to play the part of an endangered civilian, well he, of course, plays the part of Batman, saving the city from certain doom. (AKA fluff but also kind of heartbreaking because Batman, does not in fact always save the day...) Day ten of Miya and Mia’s Tickletober: cloak!

“I am,” Jason says, attempting to make his voice gruff, “the Batman.” 

“Batman, save me!” Dick shouts, flailing on the carpet. 

“On my way to save the day!” Jason jumps into a flip, and Dick notices milliseconds too late that Jason is going to take a fall, the cape far too long for him to land gracefully on his feet. Jason himself realizes too late and lands with a thud on his back, his body covered completely in the cloak as the cowl clatters to the side. 

“Jason?” Dick yells, rushing over to his brother, “Little Wing, are you alright?”

Dick panics when Jason remains silent, but he can see his brother struggling to escape the cape. He slides on his knees across the hardwood to get to Jason, quickly untangling him from the fabric. 

“No!” Jason shouts, batting Dick’s hands away, “you’re ruining it, Dickie! I’m supposed to save you!”

Dick sighs with relief, scooping up his brother, cape included. “Oh my god, you scared me, Little Wing. I thought you were hurt.” 

“I’m not hurt, this cape is just dumb and long,” Jason giggles when Dick ruffles his hair and leans down to press a soft kiss in his dark curls, “go back! Go back! I need to save the city!”

“Fine, fine,” Dick laughs, making his way back across the living room.

“This time hang on to the back of the couch! Like you’re holding on to a skyscraper!” Jason shouts, running back to the side of the room he had originally been in. 

Dick laughs, surprised at the request, and decides to do a little extra to make the game more realistic for his brother. “Want me to hang from the ceiling?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jason cheers, jumping excitedly. 

“Alright, just be careful, Jay.” 

“Always am, Dickie,” Jason says before taking on a full sprint, this time being extra vigilant about the fact that Batman’s cape is almost double his height. He bounces off of the couch, landing on the top of a bookshelf, perfectly steady. 

He takes a moment to consider his options, but Dick’s exaggerated wailing quickly snaps him out of his thoughts. 

“Batman, please help me!” Dick shouts, rocking the chandelier that he’s handing from, “I’m going to fall!” 

“Don’t be afraid!” Jason responds, backing up in preparation to jump, “Batman always saves the day!” He takes a leap and manages to grab onto Dick’s torso, wrapping his legs and arms around him like a koala.

“I have saved you, civilian! You are safe now!” Jason exclaims, positively beaming up at Dick. 

“Thank you so much!” Dick says, using one arm to maneuver Jason higher on his torso, “I must repay you!”

Dick swings his legs up onto the chandelier, creating a human hammock for Jason, maneuvering them until one of Dicks elbows is locked into the chandelier, his body securely holding them both up. When they’re both secure, Jason still holding onto Dick with dear life, Dick’s free hand shoots down to scribble over Jason’s tummy.

Jason squeals, burying his face in Dick’s chest, the cape flapping everywhere as he tries not to squirm for fear of falling. “Dihihicki nohoho!”

“No? But I have to repay you somehow, you saved me, afterall!” Dick exclaims as if it’s just common sense. Jason giggles harder at the silliness, his legs gripping tighter around Dick as a substitute for kicking his feet. 

Dick leans his head down and blows air over Jason’s ears, and the kid squeaks, shaking his head back and forth, black curls obscuring his face entirely. 

“Batman, are all heroes this ticklish?” Dick teases, beaming down at his brother.

“Nohoho!” Jason squeals back, “wehehe’re ihihinvincible!”

Dick laughs along with his brother, tickling him wherever he can reach: his sides, his neck, his belly, and even his shoulder blades, spidering his fingers in every spot Jason exposes.

“DIHIHICKIE!” Jason screeches when Dick manages to get his hand under Jason’s arm, “NOHOHO!”

“No? But Batman, isn’t it rude to deny my thank-you gift?” Dick asks, feigning innocence. 

Jason shakes his head rapidly, though his words are lost to the childish, bubbly giggles that pour freely from his lips. 

Bruce wanders down the hall when he hears the laughter of his eldest, laughter he hasn’t heard much since the two of them stopped getting along so well. He watches as Dick hangs from the chandelier, using his body to cradle Jason, tickling the child silly. 

The sight is so sweet, so painfully endearing, that he almost runs back to his room to grab his phone, wanting to preserve the moment in time. He notices the discarded cowl on the ground, how Jason is somehow still draped in his cape, and he can’t even be mad that the two of them had probably snuck into the cave to grab it, can’t even find it in him to sigh dejectedly about the dusty specks of hardwood that fall from around the chandelier. 

[oliverdeend]

Robin: What’s wrong? Can’t take a bit of tickling? Red X: F*ck you!

this and he best 5 or so are pretty old and not that good drawings, but I still wanted to show em’ to y’all 🤗

rip robin’s neck🥲 (didn’t know how to draw a side view back then, and sorry for the bad quality)

[koala-fluff]

Tickletober Day 3: Cuddles

Fandom: Stranger Things

-Enjoy!

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Holy Shit!"

Nancy flinched as Robin shouted and jumped. The woman on the screen screamed as the killer came out of nowhere and attacked her.

"I thought you watched movies for a living?" Nancy teased, curling back into her girlfriend's side.

"I do, but I usually avoid horror." Robin wrapped her arm around her shoulders, staring intently at the television. "Hits a little too close to home."

"Fair."

"Besides, you jumped too."

Nancy's jaw dropped dramatically as she looked up. There was a faint smirk on the younger girl's face.

"I only jumped because you did!" She retorted, poking her side. Robin flinched and glanced at her.

"I thought we agreed no… poking during the movie." She muttered, blushing slightly.

"Fine, fine." Nancy held her arms up in surrender. "No poking."

The couple fell into silence, enraptured by the main character finding the body. Nancy leaned her head against Robin's shoulder, enjoying the closeness. Robin pulled her closer in response.

Eventually, they came upon a scene that included the main character creeping through a dark building. Robin was ridged, her eyes wide as the music slowly crept faster. Nancy glanced up at her and had an evil idea that brought a devilish grin to her face.

She leaned back, trapping Robin's arm against the couch, and grabbed her other hand. Robin squeezed it in response, her eyes not leaving the screen.

Nancy cuddled closer, turning her head to rest her chin on Robin's shoulder. Then she waited.

Soon enough, the music in the movie died down, dropping the scene into silence. Robin inhaled, holding her breath in anticipation. Nancy held her breath too, but for quite a different reason. Just as the killer burst forth, Nancy lunged up and blew a deadly raspberry right into the crook of Robin's neck.

The scream the main character let out was muffled by the shriek Robin let loose. She cackled and twisted away, dragging Nancy down with her as she slipped off the couch.

"Nancy!" She whined over her girlfriend's laughter. "We agreed on no poking!"

"Thahat wahasn't a pohoke though!" Nancy defended.

"You know what I meant!" Robin shoved her girlfriend off her, blushing madly. "Now we're gonna have to rewind the movie.

Nancy glanced at the screen, then back down to her girlfriend on the floor. She smirked and paused the movie.

"We can finish it later." She decided. "I found a better activity."

Robin's eyes widened and she scrambled to sit up, but Nancy pushed her back down and dug her fingers into her ribs. Robin burst into cackles and shut her eyes tight so as to not see her girlfriend's smirk.

"You know, I think I need to remind you of the difference between 'tickle' and 'poke'." Nancy mused, moving her fingers upwards. "Luckily, I am quite knowledgeable on the subject."

They never ended up finishing the movie.

[simplee-dreaming]

What's Your Secret?

Word count: 1577

Summary: The reader, Steve and Robin share secrets with one another in a Russian basement.

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“Help! Help! Help us!” 

“Robin, no one is coming,” Steve groaned. 

“I got to try, there could be someone. Help!” Robin yelled. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Steve asked. Your head drooped as another tear fell from your eye. 

You, Steve and Robin were all tied to chairs, in a Russian basement. Your plan to find out what the Russians were up to had failed. Whilst Dustin and Erica managed to escape, you three were caught, now left scared…and very drugged up. 

“It’s okay Y/N, we’ll get out of here. I promise,” Robin looked at you as you gazed over to her. 

“What if we don’t?” 

“Then we die heroes,” Steve said, swaying. You scoffed. 

“I’ll never see my family again. None of us will. Or our friends.”

“What about Dustin and Erica? Do you think they’ve made it to safety?” Steve asked.

“They could be on their way to rescue us right now,” Robin said, optimistically. 

You all sighed, knowing that the Russians will probably get to you before they would. 

“Let’s play a game,” Steve suggested. 

“What game?” Robin replied.

“Well, if these are our last moments, then why don’t we share our deepest, darkest secrets. That way, we don’t take them to the grave. Or, if we do manage to escape, it means we’ll be closer than ever before.” 

“That sounds so stupid,” you muttered, slurring a bit as the drugs started to kick in.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” Robin shrugged. “Why don’t you start us off, Steve?”

“Oh…um…well…”

“What’s wrong? Don’t want to share your deepest, darkest secret?” You said, sarcastically. 

“I now realise how embarrassing this is.” 

“Oh come on, I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Robin reassured him. 

“Alright…well…back in school, I noticed you quite a bit, Robin. And, uh, I always thought you were very pretty. I just never had the guts to admit it, nor ask you out, and then Nancy came along so of course that was it until we broke up then we started working together and I now realise I still kinda have feelings for you so if we don’t get out of this alive then I want one of you to end me and I’m gonna stop talking now….” Steve drew a sharp intake of breath. 

There was a long pause. Then Robin suddenly burst out laughing.

“Oho my gohod! That is the last thing I expected to come out of your mouth, Harrington!” She exclaimed, doubling over in giggles. You giggled quietly too.

“Alright, I didn’t think it was that stupid,” Steve said, his face going red. 

“Oh Steve. Honey. I’m sorry. I’m just…just not attracted to you. Or any guys. At all.” 

Steve slowly turned to Robin. You watched as his face went from hurt, to confused, to shocked.

“Wh-what do you mean?” 

“I’m gay, Steve. I like women.” 

“Oh. I-I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t. I’ve never told anyone.”

“Why not?” 

“Cause if I did then I wouldn’t be sat here. I’d have been gone a long time ago.” 

“That’s not true.”

“Come on Steve, you saw the way our classmates acted. You’ve seen the way society portrays the gays. I’d be in literal hell.” 

Steve fell silent.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

“It’s okay. I’m glad you think I’m pretty though. I’m so using that against you when we get out.”

Steve smirked. 

“Alright then, Y/N,” Robin turned to you. “What’s your deepest, darkest secret?” 

You started giggling again. 

“What’s so funny?” Steve asked. 

“I dohon’t know,” you giggled. 

“I think the drugs are working,” Steve said, stifling back a laugh.

“That won’t get you out of this. What’s your secret?” Robin asked again. 

“I have no secrets, I’m an open book,” you sang, sounding drunk. 

“Everyone has secrets, Y/N. If you don’t tell us then I’m sure the Russians will get it out of you,” Steve said, making you giggle again. 

“Alright, alright, but it’s very very secretive…” 

“A secretive secret?” Robin laughed.

“So you know like tickle fights right? Well what most people do is scream and cry but I laugh a lot.” 

“So your secret is that you’re ticklish?” Steve’s lip curled up slightly.

“No no…I mean yes, but no. They scream, I laugh. Right?” 

“Y/N, what are you saying?” Robin asked.

“I laugh!”

“Most people do!” Robin argued back, setting Steve off in a fit of giggles. 

“But I like it!” 

“You like laughing?” 

“Yes! And that’s why!” 

“Wait wait, did you just say you like being tickled?” Steve asked, tilting his head at you. 

“Duh!” You said, sarcastically. 

“Well….that’s good to know…” Steve exchanged a look with Robin as you quietly giggled again. 

“Do you think they’ll remember saying that when we get out?” Robin asked.

“Definitely not. But we will….” Steve replied, smirking. 

Roughly 5 minutes later, you started hearing murmurs from outside the room. 

“Shit. It’s the Russians.” Steve said in a panicked tone. 

“Shh, I can’t hear what they’re saying,” Robin responded. You all fell quiet as the voices started to get clearer. 

“Wait…” You said, as you realised the voices weren’t Russian, but American. 

With a sudden bang, the door flew open, revealing Dustin and Erica, armed with weapons. You all lit up with glee as the two of them got to work on freeing you. 

Once you were all untied, you bolted for the lift where you, Steve and Robin stumbled about, still high on the drugs. Dustin and Erica shared an annoyed look. The lift doors opened and you were finally back inside Starcourt Mall where you headed straight for the toilets to let the drugs leave your body. Dustin and Erica waited outside whilst you, Robin and Steve finished regurgitating. The three of you then collapsed on the toilet floor, the effects of the drugs finally wearing off. 

“I’ve never felt so alive,” Robin said. You and Steve chuckled but agreed. Steve then slowly looked at you. 

“So, Y/N. How are you feeling?” 

“An awful lot better.” 

“Even after your little secret?” 

You froze.

“...what secret?”

“The secret you told us when we were tied in the basement. You know, I told Robin I had a crush on her then she told us she likes girl and then you had your turn.” 

Your eyes widened. 

“W-what did I say?” 

“Oh nothing major. Just that you enjoy laughing.” 

“Oh. Um…” You looked confused. 

“Yeah, you said you really like laughing…because of being tickled,” Robin teased. Your face dropped, heart now pounding. 

“Wait, no, I-”

“It’s fine, Y/N, you enjoy being tickled. That’s not a bad thing,” Steve shrugged. You relaxed a little before he continued, “...just means we have more of a reason to tickle you.” 

Steve and Robin both lunged towards you, pushing you down to the ground. You yelped as Steve sat on your waist whilst Robin pulled your hands above your head and sat on them. They both grinned at you before Robin stuck her wiggling fingers in your armpits and Steve attacked your tummy. You screamed out and started kicking your legs. Dustin and Erica ran in to see what the problem was, only to start laughing when they realised what was happening. 

“My oh my you are so ticklish!” Steve teased, vibrating his fingers into your ribs which sent your laughter up an octave. It didn’t help that Robin’s quick fingers spidered up and down your arms and deep into your armpits. 

“Are you enjoying this, Y/N?” Steve asked. You shook your head.

“No?!” He and Robin bellowed. “How about now?” He asked, lifting up your top to blow a raspberry on your belly and rapidly squeezed your sides. You screeched as your body tried to shake from side to side but it was no use. 

Robin was now making her way round your neck and ears whilst Steve ran his fingers up to your ribs and down your sides, occasionally blowing a raspberry on your tummy and tasering your hips. 

“Are you enjoying it now, Y/N?” Robin asked, smirking at you. On one hand, you couldn’t take any more. But, on the other hand, you were loving every second. 

“YEHEHES!” You screamed without realising. 

“Ohh is that so?? Little Y/N is loving the tickling?” Steve teased, kneading his thumbs into your hips. 

“Coochie, coochie coo,” Robin teased, moving her hands down to your ribs which made you buck. 

Your laughter turned silent as the baby talk made the tickling so much worse. Steve and Robin exchanged a smile before stopping their attack. You lay on the ground, still pinned by the two of them, but catching your breath nevertheless. 

“You are absolutely adorable, Y/N,” Robin gave your armpit one more quick tickle to make you squeak. 

“I think it’s time we left. If the Russians made it up here then they most definitely heard you screaming,” Steve laughed, getting off of you and helping you up. “Besides, we can wreck you soo much more when we get home,” Steve put his arm around you and tickled your tummy. You yelped and twisted your body away from his hand which made him just pull you closer and squeeze your sides. 

“Come on Steve, let’s go. You can tickle them more later,” Dustin said, still grinning. 

You were actually quite glad those two were aware now. Cause it meant you were going to be tickled at least every day from now on….

[someone1348]

One piece talk! Spoilers ahead kinda!

I wonder if Robin has ticklish palms/hands? Considering her power I just get a feeling :]

[duas-caras]

eu não acredito no que eu ouvi. não acredito.. no que eu ouvi!... não pode ser verdade isso que eu escutei agora!

[fluffyweeby]

First Commission from @thornoisdono 💜

Characters are from game the Fire Emblem witch I don’t really know but they both have nice designs and Robin just looks like a born Lee!

Again thanks for commissioning me! Drink some water and stay hydrated! 💜💧

[rigginsstreet]

R*nance being as popular as they are is so weird like 1. Elm*x is right there 2. Tell me you’re shipping two people for standing next to each other without telling me you’re shipping two people for standing next to each other

[eunchancorner]

If this ain’t adding too much onto your requests, a tickle fight between Rob, Radford, and Robin? Whether le unnamed little sister is added is up to you

WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE WANT THE BLONDIE SIBLINGS LMAO Not complaining ofc I love them

Lers Robin, Radford and Robert , Lees Robin, Raford and Robert

Warning: cussing and mention of eating animal parts

Word count: 1184

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Robin sighed as she plopped down on the couch, right next to her two brothers.

“She’s finally asleep…” she breathed, remembering how hard it had been to get the youngest blonde down for bed, after going through various stories and little chores for her.

“Yeah, we heard the struggle. Something tells me she was just stalling the whole time so she didn’t have to go to bed,” Radford theorized with a small, amused smile, which only grew as he saw his twin grow angrier.

“That little- You know what?” she asked, cooling down, “I can’t even blame her. I remember when you used to do that.”

“Wh- hey!” he complained, earning a small laugh from Robert, who was sitting on his other side.

“I wish I could’ve seen that. Dang it, Mom, you should have had me sooner!” the shortest in the room complained, shaking his fist at the sky.

“Well, at least she had you soon enough so that you could watch late night TV with us,” Radford consoled him. “Wanna watch Fear Factor?”

“Heck yeah!”

“Heck no!” Robin interjected, “That show is gross! You know how I am about animal organs.”

“Awwwww, big sis can’t take a little bit of nasty?~” Radford teased.

“Listen, I’m just saying, if they only used live animals and stunts, I’d be way more on board with watching it.”

“But the gross factor is the fun part!”

“I feel like you two watching me getting grossed out is the fun part!”

“But it’s so cool!”

“They ate reindeer nuts and pig uteri!”

“The reproductive organs of animals are really nutritious!”

“They sucked fluid out of braided up cow intestines and then drank it! I was drinking milk when I watched that episode and couldn’t finish it!”

“That sounds like a skill issue!”

“Oh my godddd, stop arguing so we can watch something!” Robert finally piped up, cutting the twins’ argument short.

“We’ll watch Who’s Line Is It Anyway, how about that?” Robin finally compromised, snatching the remote out of Radford’s hand and changing the channel before he could object.

“Ugh, rude,” he complained, crossing his arms and slumping against the back of the couch.

“Don’t make me take care of that attitude, Rad, I’ll do it,” Robin warned him.

“Try me, bitch.”

“I wouldn’t say that, considering which one of us is at risk for a serious tickling right now.”

“I would say you’re in just as much danger as me, sis!”

“Oh, really? Rob, get him!”

Robert, unable to resist a chance to be a playful little goofball, leapt onto his older brother, getting in a single squeeze to the ribs and was rewarded with a yelp from the taller before he was scooped up and pinned to the couch, Radford squeezing at his sides.

“C’mon, Robin, I know you can do better than that. You think that just because this little goofball was beside me that he could tickle me all on his own?” he playfully scolded his sister as his little brother was reduced to a puddle of laughter at his hands.

“RAHAHAD! RAHAD NOHOHOHO! ROHOBIHIHIHIN! HEHEHELP!!” the smallest squealed, reaching for his sister in an attempt to maybe drag her into this.

“Plan B!” she announced before leaping at her twin, wrapping her arms around him and yanking him down so he was pinned against her, before scribbling at his ribs. He squealed and tugged at her hands, kicking as best he could and squirming in her hold.

“Nohoho wahahait! Rohobihihin nohoho!!”

“Robin no, what?” she teased, looking over at the still-giggling little brother. “Wanna help, Rob?”

“Oho yeah!” he popped up enthusiastically at the offer, scooting over to the older two and attacking his big bro’s belly, causing him to let out the highest squeal they’d ever heard from him.

“PFT- Aww, Rad, what was that?” Robin cooed. She’d hadn’t heard him make a sound like that since they were kids.

“Shuhut uhuhup! Nohot cuhuhute!” he argued, attempting to curl up and hiding his blushing face. Even HE didn’t know he could squeal like that, it was way too embarrassing and he wanted nothing more than to hide.

“I’ll have to disagree, it was pretty dang cute, wasn’t it, Robert? … Robert?”

He was gone. It seemed that while Robin was busy cooing over her twin’s squeal, Robert had snuck off.

“Where did he- EE-” she let out a squeak as she felt something poking her back and whipped around to see the very little brother that had snuck off.

“Hi,” he grinned before scribbling at her back, making her squeal, nearly letting go of Radford but somehow holding strong.

“Nohoho! Dahammit Rohohob C’MEHERE!” she ground out the last word and snatched up the little blonde with one arm, holding (and still tickling) her twin in the other, making him squeak in surprise. She held him close and clawed at his belly, eliciting another squeak and bright, bubbly giggles and making him curl up around her hand.

“Youhu’re sohoho mehehean!” Rad complained half-heartedly, as though he didn’t enjoy every chance he had to laugh his heart out.

“Mean? Excuse me, who here wanted to watch a show that grosses me out, and then tried to act like he was some big man when I told him to screw off?”

“Shehe- She’s gohot youhu thehehere, Rahahd!”

“Hey, don’t act like you’re out of the woods, you little traitor. I ask for your help, but all you do is distract me with the cutest squeal I’ve ever heard Radford make-”

“Shuhut uhuhup! NOHOHO nohohot the bahahack!!” Rad attempted to argue before being immediately shut down by his worst spot being targeted.

“- And then try to tickle me!”

“Ihi suhucceheheedehehed! Youhu’re juhuhust fahahast!” Rob argued.

“Either way, I’m not gonna stop tickling either of you until you both apologize!”

“”Neheveheheher!”

“Ihin youhuhur dreheams!”

She sighed dramatically at the two. “Then I guess you leave me no choice…”

Suddenly she was kneading at Robert’s side as she poked and prodded along Radford’s shoulder blades, eliciting bright squeals and loud laughter from both boys, Radford quickly tapping out with a rushed “IHI’MSORRYI’MSOHORRYSTAPSTAPSTAP!!”

Robin let her twin go, now focusing on the little brother caught in her arms, holding him close as she squeezed and kneaded his sides, making his cackles go pitchy and squeaky as he tugged at her hands and kicked his legs, squeaking out the best apology he could muster. Just like that, the tickles stopped, Robin still holding him close as he calmed down.

“Suhu- suddehenly Who’s Line Ihis It Ahanyway doesn’t sohohound toho bad…” Rad giggled out as he regained his composure, sitting up and leaning against his twin.

“I knew you’d come around… but,” she yawned, “now I’m tired.”

Robert moved to snuggle up between his two older siblings. “Well, that’s what cuddle piles are for…” he mumbled, a little sleepy himself.

That morning, as the smallest blonde emerged from her room, she came across the sight that was no doubt the product of the noise she’d heard last night; her three older siblings snuggled up and snoring away on the couch.

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Two of these asks look like they were sent by the same person lmao

[honestlyuniversallycupcake]

One crisp October afternoon, as the sun dipped low in the sky and cast a warm golden glow over the cobbled streets, a shadow loomed over Finney. He sat slouched on the park bench, his once jovial expression replaced by a brooding gloom that hung heavy in the air around him.

Robin: "Hey there, Finn, what's got you in such a sour mood today, huh? Did the squirrels steal your lunch again?"

Finney glanced up, his brows furrowed, but a faint twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed his attempt at a scowl.

Finney: "Just not feeling it today, Robin. Everything seems off."

Robin's eyes sparkled with mischief as he stepped closer, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze.

Robin: "Oh, come on, Finn! You know what always cheers you up."

When he said that, he was already grabbing Finney's wrists and lifting them high above his head, pinning them against the back of the bench.

Finney's eyes widened in mock horror as he squirmed helplessly under Robin's grasp.

Finney: "No, no, Robin, not the tickles! Anything but the tickles!"

But Robin was relentless. With a devilish grin, he wiggled his fingers playfully, tracing feather-light touches along Finney's sides, sending waves of ticklish delight coursing through his friend's body.

Robin: "Tickle, tickle, Finn!"

Robin's voice was a gleeful melody as he danced his fingertips over Finney's ribcage, eliciting helpless laughter from his captive audience.

Finney: "Stop, stop, I surrender!"

Finney's protests were drowned out by the joyous peals that echoed through the park.

But Robin was undeterred, his laughter mingling with Finney's as he continued his ticklish assault, each touch a symphony of giggles and gasps that filled the autumn air with the sound of pure, unadulterated joy.