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Secrets & Sensitivity (Eddie/Steve)
Summary: Steve tries to keep being ticklish a secret, but Eddie is very persistent. (For Week 3 of @august-anon's weekly Tickletober prompts!! Thank you to everyone who voted for the ship for this day, and I hope you all enjoy reading!!)
Steve Harrington is good at keeping secrets.
Well, heās legally obligated to keep a lot of shit secret, lest the government come after him. Living in Hawkins, Indiana apparently comes with some non-disclosure agreements, as heās learned the hard way. Those secrets are kept more for survival rather than out of the goodness of his heart, but still, it counts. Heās kept secrets for friends, too. He didnāt tell anyone about Dustinās initial crush on Max, or about Robin.
And heās good at keeping his own secrets. Even when theyāre small and silly, like the fact that he uses Farrah Fawcett hairspray, or the fact that he still doesnāt know how he passed algebra in high school. He doesnāt go blabbing for advice about all his little problems, even when he probably should. He knows that Robin will understand if he confides in her about the fact that he might possibly like boys as well as girls, but he isnāt ready to talk about it with anyone.
He was raised to keep everything inside, his feelings and secrets. He wasnāt allowed to complain or cry as a child, and he carried that mentality throughout his life.
So, heās not good at opening up. Even when itās about silly things.
āIām not ticklish,ā he insists, arms crossed defensively over his chest.
When Eddie tries to test it, Steve just turns the tables and makes him pinky swear to keep his hands to himself, otherwise heāll never stop. Eddie gives up pretty quickly, and the subject is dropped.
Theyāre just friends when that happens, but now, theyāre dating, and things are different. They touch more, and theyāre more honest. Steveās working on the whole openness thing, and has been slowly but surely revealing the little bits of himself, like embarrassing childhood stories and the nightmares that leave him gasping for air in the night.
Itās late one evening, and theyāre curled up in Eddieās bed, the trailer empty while Wayneās on the night shift, and his fingers are lazily playing connect-the-dots with the freckles and moles on Steveās back. Those gentle fingers get closer to his side, and Steve canāt help but squirm.
āI thought you said you weren't ticklish,ā Eddie teases.
āIā¦ā Steve hesitates. āIā¦might have lied?ā
Eddie moves faster than lightning, and Steve doesnāt even have a chance to fight back before his sides are being squeezed, and heās holding his breath, trying not to give his boyfriend the satisfaction of laughter, at least not yet.
In an attempt to preserve his dignity, Steve makes a split-second decision to retaliate, clumsily grasping for Eddieās torso and landing a squeeze at his hip, making him shriek.
Heās known about Eddieās ticklishness for a bit longer, has only tried to exploit it once or twice for fear of revenge, but now, his interest is piqued. He chases that sound, the strength coming back into his arms as he fends off tickling fingers, switching their positions so that Steve is on top of him.
Eddieās not weak by any means, but heās no match for Steve at this moment, and those big brown eyes only get wider as he realizes his predicament.
āAre you ticklish, Eddie?ā Steve asks, grinning.
āYou know the answer to that, dick,ā Eddie replies, squirming wildly beneath him.
For his sass, Steve wastes no time and shows no mercy as he begins to explore Eddieās ticklish spots, from underneath his chin to the waistband of his jeans, and the howling, hysterical laughter that pours out is so adorable, Steve never wants it to end.
However, Eddieās going to need to breathe sometime, so heās careful to not go too far, periodically slowing or stopping his touch to let him gasp for air, to let him mumble swear words between residual giggles, to let him try and fight back, even though he fails.
Quickly, Steve begins to realize that Eddie hasnāt once begged for him to stop, or made much of a genuine effort for escape. His cheeks are flushed, his chest is heaving, and his reactions are far from fake, and yet, he seemsā¦To be having fun?
Steve canāt help the fond smile that comes over his face as he comes to the conclusion that Eddie likes this, that heās having fun. Itās so fucking cute, itās so Eddie that it just melts his heart.
He leans down to press a kiss to his jaw, and even though he doesnāt really mean for it to tickle, Eddie starts giggling anyway.
This is just one more secret that Steve Harrington will be happy to keep.
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fluff#steddie ticklefic#steddie tickle fic#ticklefic#tickle fic#stranger things ticklefic#stranger things tickle fic#stranger things#raspberry writes
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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.
āwhen he was younger and showing off, i just used to poke his sides a little, that was quickly an attitude adjustment.ā he whispered to steve when eddie had gone to the bathroom. steveās 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.
āwhat the fuck did you tell him?ā eddie groaned making direct eye contact with his uncle, pointing his finger accusingly.
he was so screwed.
#stranger things#eddie munson#steddie#mine#steve harrington#eddie munson au#stranger things au#steddie au#steddie blurb#steddie imagine#steddie one shot#established steddie#steve harrington au#ticklish!eddie#lee!eddie#ler!steve#steddie tickle fic#stranger things tickle fic#stranger things tickling#queer eddie munson#eddie the freak munson#eddie the banished#eddie munson imagine#steddie fic#bi steve harrington#steve x eddie#steddie tickle one shot#one shot
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Knismo!Eddie who rolls his D-20 and asks them if he should tickle Steve.
Eddie: āOkay so odd numbers mean I tickle you, and even numbers mean you get tickled by me!ā
Steve: āthatās the same thi- fuUCKā
& Eddie is just relentless because āthe dice are never wrong!ā
#knismo shit#mine#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie#established steddie#dm!eddie Munson#ler!eddie munson#Lee!Steve harrington#knismo!eddie Munson#stranger things tickling#ticklish!steve harrington#ticklish!eddie munson#tickling#tickle fic#stranger things tickle fic#eddie munson tickle#sfw tickling community#eddie stranger things#eddie munson stranger things#steve harrington stranger things
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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.
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Wound Up
Fandom: Stranger Things
WC: 1.3k
A/N: Hello! Long time no fic! I am here at literally the last possible second with a Squealing Santa fic for @girltickles who requested Stranger Things with Steddie or Steve and Robin - I couldn't pick so I kind of did both. Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy! @squealing-santa
Steve had been wound up tighter than one of Eddieās guitar strings all day. Eddie had brushed it off as nerves at first - he and Steve hadnāt been dating that long, after all, and they had made plans to spend the whole day together. Eddie himself was a little anxious-excited. But the fourth time Steve shivered whenever Eddie got close, it was obvious to Eddie that something was up. So he waited, and he watched.
Steveās hand seemed to be rubbing at the back of his neck every few minutes. He jumped when Eddie said his name, and blushed when Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steveās antics. If Eddie didnāt know any better, he would say a toddler had inhabited Steveās consciousness with how squirmy the guy was.
Finally, in the middle of the third Star Wars movie, when Eddie placed a hand on Steveās knee only for Steve to leap up from the couch like heād been shocked, Eddie decided enough was enough.
āOk, Stevie, what the hell is going on with you today?ā Eddie asked.
Steve blushed a deep red. āNothing - Iām fine.ā
Eddie didnāt dignify that with a response. He raised an eyebrow.
All at once, Steve seemed to deflate. He heaved a sigh. āIs it ok if Robin comes over?ā
Eddie furrowed his brow even as he nodded. āYeah, of course. Is this some kind of Russian interrogation trauma-bond thing?ā
If possible, Steve blushed even deeper. āNo, no itās nothing like that. Itās just - itāll be easier to explain once she gets here.ā
With that, Steve slunk into the kitchen, and Eddie heard Steve dial the phone and speak in low tones before hanging up a few moments later.
Still avoiding eye contact, Steve made his way back into the living room to where Eddie was seated. āShe said she was going to bike over,ā he muttered.
āWell, letās hope her balance on two wheels is better than her balance on two feet,ā Eddie mused with a smile.
Steve snorted. āIt isnāt. It definitely isnāt.ā
Eddie played the movie, and the two watched quietly while they waited for Robin to arrive.
Arrive she did, about twenty minutes later, letting herself in with a loud, āSteve, do you have any bandaids I can borrow? Wait, who am I talking to, of course you have bandaids.ā
Steve shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. āWhy do you need bandaids?ā
āI may or may not have gotten into a brief altercation with Petunia.ā
Eddie looked at Steve. āWhoās Petunia?ā
āHer bike,ā Steve said as Robin walked into the living room.
A quick scan of her person assured Eddie that nothing was broken, just a scraped elbow that was sluggishly bleeding onto Steveās parentsā hardwood floors.
Robin stopped in the middle of the room, squinting at Steve with a critical eye. Steve noticeably held himself still under her gaze, but couldnāt hold back a shiver that was nearly imperceptible. Robin saw it, though, and her eyes practically lit up with mischief.
āSteven Elizabeth Harrington, did you really have me bike all the way here for this? When there is a metalhead right there who Iām sure would be more than happy to provide what you need?ā
Steve hid his face in his hands. āThatās so not my name. And I - I couldnāt just ask him!ā
Taking advantage of Steveās closed eyes, Robin stalked forward and threw herself atop Steveās lap. āWell, I hope you know that since I biked all the way here, Iām not stopping until Iām satisfied.ā
Eddie balked at that - he knew Robin was gay, Steve knew Robin was gay, and yet - no, thereās no way. Eddie knew he was missing a piece of the puzzle. He just couldnāt figure out what.
At Robinās words, however, Steve let out a high-pitched whine. Eddie blinked. Heād never heard Steve make such a noise.
āDonāt give me that,ā Robin teased. āIf you wanted someone nice, you should have asked Eddie.ā
āUm, asked Eddie what?ā Eddie piped up.
The look Robin gave him was pure delight. āAsked Eddie to tickle him,ā she said, and immediately dug her long fingers deep into Steveās underarms.Ā
Steve gave a shout of laughter before melting back into the couch, a tension that he had been carrying all day dropping from his shoulders. His arms pressed to his sides, but from the volume of his laughter, Eddie would guess that they provided minimal protection.
Robin cooed at her platonic soulmate. āThis is what you wanted, isnāt it? Just wanted to giggle for a little while?ā
Steve threw his head back, āIhihihihi - Ihihihihi donāt gihihihihiggle.ā
Eddie snorted.
Robin gave a smirk. āOh yeah? What happens if I get riiiiiiight here?ā She drew her hands away from Steveās underarms and attacked his tummy instead. Instantly, bubbly giggles filled the room as Robin scribbled over his ticklish spots, pausing momentarily to ruck Steveās shirt up around his ribs. His giggles rose in pitch when Robin spidered over bare skin.
āOh my god,ā Eddie smiled to himself, but Robin heard him.
She beamed. āI know right! Isnāt this the best stress reliever?ā She let one hand snake around to pinch at Steveās side, resulting in a snort. āHonestly, Steve, I donāt know why you didnāt ask Eddie.ā
āIhihihihihi juhuhust couldnāt!ā Steve cried out, twisting his torso in vain to get away from Robinās evil fingers.
āSure you could! Iāll help. Repeat after me: Eddie Munson, light of my life, moon to my stars, will you please tickle me until I forget my own name?ā
Steve wailed at that, apples of his cheeks redoubling their blush. Eddie melted at the sight.
Just as suddenly as she started, Robin stopped her assault. Steve panted for breath between giggles as he blinked up at her in confusion.
āIām waiting, Steve,ā Robin sing-songed. She gently rested one hand on Steveās hip and the other on his opposite thigh. āIām not going to tickle you anymore until you ask Eddie to help.ā
Steveās mouth dropped open, betrayal written in the scrunch of his forehead. āRobbie,ā he whined, throwing a hand up over his eyes.
āYes?ā she asked.
āDonāt make me say it.ā
āBut youāre so cute when you ask to be wrecked.ā
āOh my god.ā
āCāmon, Stevie,ā Eddie cajoled, delighted to join in the teasing. āYouāve fought monsters before. One sentence. How hard can it be?ā
Steve squirmed beneath Robinās hands, but she held firm, not a squeeze or scribble in sight.
Steve pouted. Then he sighed. Then he asked, āEddieā¦ would you pleaseā¦ would you please t-tickle me?ā
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Robin dug in with a vengeance, and Eddie leapt up to join her. Steve screamed with laughter as four hands descended on his body instead of two, electricity zinging through him as his friend and boyfriend grinned.
āSHIHIHIHIHIHIT! IHIHITāS SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAD,ā Steve cackled, his arms coming down to unsuccessfully push at his attackers.
āAw, but you asked for this, sweetheart,ā Eddie teased, spidering his guitaristās fingers over Steveās rib cage. As Robin continued her devastating assault on his thighs.
āPLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE,ā Steve choked out, tears streaming down his face. Before long, his laughter went silent, and Robin and Eddie took that as their cue to back off. Robin swung herself down into the seat next to Steveās and Eddie pulled Steveās head into his lap, carding through his hair as Steve came back down to earth.
Steveās giggles slowly petered out, and Eddie smiled down at his adorable boyfriend, who had turned to hide his face in Eddieās tummy. That was fine with Eddie. Steve could stay there as long as he wanted.
It was Robin who spoke next. āOk, now that thatās over, can I please have a bandaid now? I think I bled all over your couch.ā
Steve just laughed.
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Such A Squealer
AN: Somehow managed to whip this up lickety split before I start on my homework. This was a really cute prompt, & lumax holds a special place in my heart. Hope y'all enjoy day 11!
Max considerer herself to be a good girlfriend, no, aĀ greatĀ girlfriend. She shared the same interests with Lucas, she was funny, supportive, and even though she was hesitant to think so, she knew that some people would say she's pretty. (Her mom insisted on it, at least.) And to top it off, she was currently giving him a massage without even being asked.
"Okay, but it better not be some kinda trick," he teased, laying down on the bed. He rested his chin on his hands and shifted until he was comfortable. She straddled his waist and began working her palms over tense shoulders. He'd been complaining about being sore after practice, so this was the least she could do.
Her hands traveled the expanse of his back, over the rolling hills of his shoulders and the valley of his lower spine. She carried on for a few minutes before slipping her hands under his shirt to glide over bare skin. He let out pleased grunts and hums as she released the tight knots in his back, allowing his troubles to melt away.
And then her hands traveled too far down, veering off to the side and she happened to squeeze his hips. Lucas jolted as if he'd been electrocuted, and squealed. He clapped a hand to his mouth just as a grin tried to overtake his features. He'd been too late to muffle the sound, and Max's interest was piqued.
"Oh? What was that?" she asked, doing it again. Lucas jolted, arms pressing down against his sides.
"N-nothing," he said, voice at least two octaves higher. Max looked at the back of his head with skepticism and grinned.
"Mm, that didn'tĀ soundĀ like nothing," she mused, idly drawing circles with her thumbs over his hipbones. He snorted, burying his face in a nearby pillow to muffle his laughter.
Max couldn't have that. She loved the way his laugh sounded. He didn't hold back, and it just sounded soĀ brightĀ it could light up a room. It was the sound of pure, unbridled joy-Ā hisĀ joy. And she was the only making him happy. She decided she deserved to hear it and yanked the pillow away, tossing it aside.
He yelped when his shield was stolen before falling into endless giggles as Max kneaded his hips.
"Nohoho, plehehease!" he begged, curling up on his side. Max persisted and used his new position to roll him on his back. He was breathless, hair tussled and he had the biggest smile of his face she's ever seen.
"Is there a reason you've been hiding this tickle spot from me?" she asked, hands formed into claws and poised to strike. He giggled nervously and looked away.
"Ihi wasn't hiding it! You just didn't find it!" he defended himself. She arched a brow.
"You could've told me," she cooed. Lucas snorted.
"Yeah right. You just would've tortured me sooner!" he justified, unable to tear his eyes away from her hands.
"Guess I'll have to make up for lost time then," she said smugly and shrugged. His eyes widened and he tried to grab her hands and push them away, but she was too quick. Rapid squeezes to the hips assaulted his nerves and sent tiny shocks of electricity through his body. He shrieked, head thrown back against the mattress, mouth hanging open as cackles escaped. Max was glad her mom wasn't home, surely she'd think they were being killed. Now that she thought about it, maybe some of the neighbors did. Oh well, she'll be happy to explain the misunderstanding if any cops were to arrive. Hopper would certainly find it funny.
Lucas was thrashing around on the bed, laughing freely and most notably, not trying to stop her. Max grinned to herself, taking a deep breath before diving down. She blew a raspberry as hard as she could on his hipbone, and another loud squeal cut through the air. She kept going until she was smiling so wide, she couldn't get a good seal on his skin. She rose back up, so breathless and happy you'd think she was the one being tickled.
"Dude, you areĀ suchĀ a squealer!" she teased, squeezing his hips so he couldn't protest, though he still tried.
"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted through persistent giggles.
"Wanna bet?" she asked playfully, wiggling her brows at him before taking a large breath. Lucas shook his head, eyes wide and an overwhelming smile in place.
"Nonono wahahait!" She didn't wait, instead blowing another raspberry on his other hip. Needless to say, Max proved her point.
#tickletober#tickletober 2023#tickletober day 11#lucas sinclair#max mayfield#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things tickle fic#ticklish!lucas
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Tickly Kisses
(TickleTober Day 22: Ticklish Kisses)
Summary: Mike attacks Will with kisses
Pairing: Byler
Word Count: 728
A/N: the amount of byler tword content is scarce so I thought Iād contribute. Idk man theyāre too cute :ā)
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The sun was setting in Hawkins Indiana, casting a golden hue through the youngest Byersā window.
Lots of change had taken place over the course of the year, some bad, some good; one of the good changes however, was the new relationship between Will Byers and Mike Wheeler.
Today, the two lovebirds sat in Willās bedroom, Mike flipping through an old comic book while Will sat at his desk, engrossed in his current artistic project. Though they were both doing separate activities, they were together and thatās all that they needed.
After awhile of sitting in comfortable silence, Mike started to feel bored, looking over at his boyfriend who was lost in his own world of creativity.
Getting an idea, he closed his comic book and carefully set it aside, hopping up from the bed and slowly making his way towards the unsuspecting artist.
When he reached his destination, he waited for Will to put down his pencil, not wanting to risk ruining the project by causing him to slip.
When the brunette set his pencil aside in favor of reaching for a marker, Mike put his plan into motion.
Before the boy could grab his marker, his boyfriend spun the chair around to face him, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Byers.
āMike, you scared me- hey! Mihihike!ā Any words that he tried to get out were cut off by the feeling of soft lips against his neck, peppering the skin with loving - and ticklish - kisses.
āWhat? Iām just showing you how much I love you.ā Said the taller boy, smiling against the skin.
This comment caused Willās cheeks to take on a rosy tint, and he was kind of glad that Mike couldnāt see it from his position.
āI-I love you tohohohohoo, but that tickles!ā He giggled, hands resting on his boyfriendās shoulders, head tipped back to welcome the affection, despite his protests.
Mike had known that Will was tickling LONG before they started dating.
Heād always tickle his - at the time - friend when he needed a pick me up or when he just seemed like he could use a good laugh, and the shorter boy never seemed to mind; heād squirm around but would never make any attempts to escape and sometimes, albeit rarely, heād get the courage to ask for the playful attention.
It was one of those things that made him love Will even more.
āMike, plehehehease!ā
The brunette squirmed in his seat, halfheartedly trying to dislodge his lover from his sensitive neck, which was starting to turn pink as well.
Mike started to laugh as well, the sound vibrating against Willās skin and making it tickle more.
āI canāt help it, youāre too adorable!ā He teased, continuing his barrage of ticklish kisses.
Will, though starting to reach his limit, couldnāt help the euphoria that had overcome him.
The reality of someone he loved for so long loving him back was just setting in and he couldnāt be happier, and he let himself continue to laugh and melt away into the silly moment.
āAm nohohohot! Eek- plehehease!ā
The taller boy was about to relent, but then he realized there was one more thing left to do.
āOkay okay, one more thing and then Iām doneā¦ā He assured, letting Will catch his breath for a moment.
The brunetteās eyes flickered with curiosity and a trace of excitement.
āAnd what would thAHAHA- MIHIHIKE NO!ā He squealed, childlike laughter following suit as Mike blew a sharp raspberries in the crook of his neck, sending ticklish shocks through his whole body.
āM-MIKE, CANāT BREHEHEHEATHE!!ā
At those words, the Wheeler immediately pulled away, not wanting to overwhelm his boyfriend.
He watched the artist recuperate from the tickly attack, eyes filled with love and affection.
Not missing a beat, he leaned in to connect their lips, locking them both in a soft, tender kiss.
When they pulled away, they shared a look of mutual infatuation.
āI love you, even when you torture me with ticklesā¦ā Will smiled, bashfully averting his gaze.
Mike laughed and pulled the shorter boy up from his chair, guiding them both to the bed.
āIf you really love me, youāll take a break from the paper and engage in some cuddle time~ā He grinned cheekily, earning a chuckle from Will.
āDealā¦ but no more tickles!ā
With a heart full of love, Mike smirked.
āNo promises.ā
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Nancy x Robin x Reader ~ Poly Ship (tickle fic) šø
Summary: Nancy and Robin find themselves falling for one of Eddieās friends. She plays guitar, loves watching movies, and absolutely loves Nancy and Robin. It isnāt 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 itās finally done and I had such a fun time writing it!! I hope you all enjoy! šø @blushyeleven šø
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.
āCanāt believe we have one of these in the middle of our lunch period.ā 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.
āYeah. At least we can sit next to each other the whole time.ā Nancy gave Robin a wink which made her blush and playfully nudge Nancyās leg.
āYouāre such a flirt, Nancy Wheeler.ā Robin whispered, poking Nancyās side making her yelp and grab Robinās hand.
āOnly for you, Buckley.ā 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.
āThis is so boring.ā Robin remarked, her leg bouncing out of compulsion.
āYeah I know, itāll be over soon.ā Nancy rubbed her thumb along Robinās 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 Donāt 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 theyāve 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.
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Never in a million years would you have thought you wouldāve had Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler inviting you over to hang out.
Youāve had a crush on both of them for quite some time, and youāve all talked at school when you could, but youāve never hung out with them outside of all that. Youāve talked with Eddie about how you feel and sworn him to secrecy.
As you approached the Wheelerās 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.
āY/N!ā 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.
āHey Y/N.ā 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.
āCome on in.ā Nancy gestured inside. Robin took your hand and dragged you into the house and headed towards the basement.
āIām gonna grab a couple drinks then Iāll be down.ā 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.
āHey, Nancy seemed a bitā¦ anxious when I arrived. Is something wrong?ā As you asked this Robin sat up and blushed a bit.
āY-Yeah sheās totally fine. Nothingās wrong I promise.ā She fiddled with her fingers. You felt a bit sad when she sat up. You wished she would lean against you again.
āOkay Iām back, sorry for the wait.ā 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-
āSoā¦ what did you guys think of the show?ā 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.
āIt was amazing. Robin and I both agree it was the only entertaining part of the whole assembly. Other than seeing Chrissy.ā You smiled an blushed a little at that. They really liked your performance?!
āI mean, Tammy Thompson was pretty entertaining if you ask me.ā 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 everyoneās 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. Itās 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.
āYou okay Nance? Youāve been kind of anxious.ā You put a hand on her knee. She jumped a bit at the action and turned towards you like a deer in the headlights.
āI-Iām fine. Just have some things on my mind.ā She looked away.
āDo you wanna talk about it? You donāt have to if you donāt feel like it of course, but Iām here if you need anything.ā 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.
āActuallyā¦ā Nancy began, bringing your hand that was on her knee up to hold in hers. āThere is something we both want to talk to you about.ā Robin sat back down next to you as Nancy said this.
āOkay. Is something wrong?ā You saw the color leave Robinās face. Either something was wrong, or something was incredibly wrong. āWhatever it is, Iām here for you guys.ā You took Robinās hand in yours that wasnāt holding Nancyās. āNothing can change that.ā
Nancy still seemed worried, but took a deep breath and managed a small smile.
āSoā¦ you know how Robin and I areā¦ close, you could say.ā You nodded along as Nancy went on. āYeah so. Weāre girlfriends. And not like fiends who are girls. Weāre together.ā Nancy started to tear up as Robin tried to hold back a sob while her leg bounced a million miles a minute.
āA-And we donāt want you to think any different of us w-were still us.ā Robin started to full on cry as she squeezed your hand.
āGuysā¦ā You began, tears forming in your eyes. āI donāt care about that. Iām so incredibly happy you told me this. In fact, Iā¦ I like girls too.ā 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.
āThere was another thing we wanted to tell you. Or more so ask you if the events went well, which they have, and I personally didnāt think it would go this well-ā āRobin.ā Nancy stopped her girlfriend from going on for too long. āOh yeah, sorry.ā She shook her hands a bit to let some of the nervous energy out.
āNancy and I, weāre dating. Weāre together.ā You smiled hearing that again. You always had an assumption considering how close they were. But you didnāt interrupt. āAnd.. a-and we would like to know if- to know if you would like to date us too.ā
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.
āIā¦ I would love to. Yes! Iāve 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 Iām going to stop myself before I start rambling.ā 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.
āOh my gosh I canāt believe this is happening!ā 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 yourās and Robinās 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.
āAwww sheās trying to hide from us Nance~ā 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 didnāt 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.
āOhohohohoh my gohohosh!ā You tried to curl yourself against Robin when Nancy hit a particularly sensitive spot on your ribs.
āWhatās that song you were playing at the pep rally?ā Nancy asked, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. You tried to protest, knowing where they were going with the playful teasing.
āDonāt Bring Me Down? Yeah I love that song! I always wondered how Y/N played it.ā Robin smirked grabbing an arm to pin by the side of your head.
āMe too, Rob. Letās try together shall we?ā Nancy took your other arm and pinned it the same way.
āN-Nahancy! Robin! Plehehease!ā 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.
āReady?ā Nancy asked Robin. āGo!ā 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.
āDonāt bring me down~ā Robin sang as she strummed your ribs like a guitar. āNo! No! No! No! Nooo~ā Nancy joined in pinching your side. They both giggled as the singing seemed to make you laugh more.
āNAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE!ā āPleeeeease- sing another verse?ā Robin teased digging a bit rougher into your lower ribs to make you squeal. āWho can say no to that?ā
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. āDonāt worry weāre not done with you yet.ā Robin cooed rubbing her thumb against your wrist in a comforting way.
āI didnāt know you were so ticklish~ā 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.
āHehehehehe! *snort* Nohohohohoho!ā The light tickles caused you to snort and hide your face against the couch. Robin and Nancy couldāve died happy right then and there after hearing that noise. Well maybe after hearing it a few more times.
āThat was the cutest sound Iāve ever heard!!!ā 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.
āAhahahahaha! *snort* IhI cahahahahanāt!ā 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.
āOoooh Nance!! You found a tickle spot!!ā 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.
āOKAHAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY STAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! MERCY! UHUNCLE! PLEHEHEHASE!ā 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.
āYouāre so cute Y/N.ā Robin admired the way your eyes glistened after she spoke. Nancy agreed. āYour laugh is so beautiful and adorable. Weāll have to do this all the time.ā 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. āWas that okay?ā 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.
āMore than okay.ā 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 wouldnāt trade for anything.
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Who's Your Crush? Pt 2
A/n: I am SO sorry for the hiatus. It's been a time. But I'm slowly getting back into this.
Word count: 808
Summary: The reader finally admits to Mike she likes him.
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āY/N! Hey! Y/N!ā Mike called from behind you. You froze, your face flushed red.
āBreathe. Youāve got this. Remember the plan,ā Dustin whispered to you but you were too nervous to even acknowledge it.
āHey!ā Mike said again as he finally caught up to you and Dustin.Ā
āH-hey,ā you replied, shakily, giving him a small smile.
āWhatās up?ā He asked, towering over you. You looked up at him and gently shook your head, smiling. Mike narrowed his eyes but dropped it.Ā
āYou alright man?ā He asked Dustin.Ā
āYeah. Absolutely. Never been better!ā Dustin grinned. You glared at him.Ā
āY/N and I were gonna head to Starcourt if you fancied it? Steve might give us free ice creams.ā Dustin continued. Mike instantly agreed.
You were quiet the whole way to the mall whilst Mike and Dustin talked. Once you all reached Scoops Ahoy, Steve winked at you which made you blush again. This plan would never work.Ā
You found a table to sit down at once Steve gave you your free ice creams. He went back and observed from behind the counter. You glared at him too as he smirked at you.Ā
āSoā¦.ā Mike started, breaking the silence.Ā
āSoā¦I need to speak to Steve,ā Dustin suddenly said, jumping up from the table. Your heart pounded now you were alone with Mike.Ā
āAre you okay? Youāre very quietā¦āĀ
āYeah, Iāmā¦Iām fine,ā you lied.
āCome on, whatās wrong?ā He asked, bowing his head to look at you.Ā
āNothing, honestly.ā
āY/N, I want to help you. Youāre my friend.āĀ
Your heart panged when he called you a āfriendā. You looked down.
āY/N?ā
āItās nothing, I promise,ā you faked a smile.Ā
āRight, something is up and I will find you,ā Mike teased. He stuck his finger in his ice cream before smearing it on your cheek.Ā
āHey!ā You jumped away before actually smiling and smearing your ice cream on him. He giggled and repeated the process. You got into an ice cream and he only stopped when you were really laughing.Ā
āNow can you tell me whatās up?ā Mike asked. You instantly went quiet again.Ā
āOh come on Y/N, it canāt be that bad. Can it?āĀ
āAllow me to help,ā Steve butted in at that moment. You looked at him in fear, but he still squeezed your sides. You shrieked loudly and scooted away. Mike raised his eyebrow.
āWere you just embarrassed that youāre ticklish?ā He asked, intrigued. You shook your head but blushed hard.
āNot quite,ā Steve answered for you before he pounced, knocking you to the floor and tickling your ribs. Thankfully there was no one else in the store to watch you being tortured. Mike smiled as he heard your helpless giggles and shrieks.Ā
āāIām not stopping until you admit it to Mike, Y/N,ā Steve sang, squeezing your sides.Ā
āAdmit what?ā Mike had to shout over your laughter. You shook your head again but screamed.Ā
āDustin!āā Steve yelled. Dustin appeared for backup as he threw your shoes off to get your feet. You screamed louder and fell into a silent laughter, thrashing as much as you could.Ā
āNO WAHAIT!ā You cried.Ā
āAdmit it!ā Steve and Dustin yelled in unison.
āNO!ā
āFine!ā They sped up the tickles, causing you to let out a high pitched scream and thrash violently.Ā
āOHOHOKAY OKAY! PLEHEASE!ā You cried out before falling back into silent laughter. Steve stopped but remained sitting on you. Dustin drew very light circles on your feet to keep you giggling.Ā
āMike, Y/N has something to say,ā Steve began. You closed your eyes.Ā
āMihikeā¦Iā¦Iā¦I lihike you,ā you giggled as Dustin continued tickling your feet.Ā
āWait, what?āĀ
āI like you!ā You screeched as Dustin scribbled your feet.Ā
āYou like me?ā Mike repeated. You nodded frantically. āWell that wasā¦unexpectedā¦ā
āIs that all you can say?ā Steve asked.
āNo! I justā¦umā¦I really like you tooā¦.I just didnāt think you felt the same,ā Mike said, quieter than before, also blushing.Ā
āWait, what?!ā Steve and Dustin said, again in unison.Ā
āI like you too, Y/N!ā Mike declared. You opened your eyes and blushed. Steve and Dustin got off of you so you could go to Mike. āI really like you,ā Mike smiled at you. You drew him in for a hug which he gladly accepted. Dustin and Steve awed.Ā
When you pulled away, Mike went in for a kiss, which you were about to return until Steve pulled you away.Ā
āNot in front of me,ā he scolded at you but you giggled.Ā
āCan I try something?ā Mike asked. You nodded but furrowed your brows in confusion. However, you fell back to the floor in a fit of giggles when Mike lunged forward and squeezed your sides. It didnāt take Steve and Dustin long to help him tickle you once more. But you really didnāt mind this time.Ā
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Mystery
a/n: will admit iām not in my peak era atm, whether in writing not mentally so please enjoy this tiny crumb i have provided (also tagging @nhasablogg for funsies)
(Stranger Things; Steve/Eddie)
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Nothing in his life could have prepared Steve for the amount of discoveries he was still going to make, even after officially asking Eddie to be his boyfriend. Or did Eddie ask Steve? Neither of them could remember that well, and regardless, it didnāt matter.Ā
The only thing that did matter right in that moment, was that Steve was trying to get to sleep and Eddie had been hindering that very thing for almost the past two hours.Ā
āEds?ā
āHm? Oh. I thought you were asleep.ā
Steve let out a groan and propped himself onto his elbows so he could glare at the one sprawled out beside him.Ā
The Harringtons had left Hawkins on a ābusiness tripā, which meant that Steveās house was going to be empty for a few days. It also meant that any sleepovers were being moved from the Munson trailer and Eddie's cramped twin bed to Steveās luxurious queen.Ā
Perhaps it was the fact that Steveās mattress was softer and less lumpy, or this neighbourhood always fell eerily quiet at night, or the missing hum of a nearby fridge. Or that Steve didnāt allow Eddie to smoke in the house under any circumstances. Whatever it was, Eddie always had a hard time winding down.Ā
Once he was asleep, he slept like a baby. It was just getting him to be still enough to get to that point.Ā
āI would be asleep if you stopped moving every ten seconds.ā Steve wanted to be annoyed but when he looked at Eddie, all of it melted away. Those dark deer eyes stared at him all innocently, headphones pushing back tousled hair and a collection of doodles filling some scrap paper. Clearly Eddie had been trying to occupy himself.
Steve shook his head with a defeated little sigh before dropping his head to Eddieās shoulder. āYouāre a menace. Whatāre we gonna do with you, hm?ā Soft lips met warm skin just where the cut-off sleeve revealed Eddieās shoulder.Ā
āDo with me? How about we start on the things you could do to me?ā The smugness of his grin made it all the way to Eddieās voice.
Steve laughed, shoulders shaking briefly as he lifted his head again. āOh, yeah? Anything among that list that would tucker you out, perhaps? Cause thatās what we really need right now.āĀ
Eddie just smirked, propping a hand behind his head once he had set his headphones aside. āOh, most certainly.ā
There was an expectant pause. āOkayā¦ Youāre not gonna tell me then?ā Steveās eyebrows rose slowly.
āHm, I donāt think I will. Have to keep the mystery alive somehow after all these years, donāt I, Stevie-boy?ā
Steve rolled his eyes, mainly to distract from the way his cheeks heated up whenever Eddie called him anything but his name. āAlways so dramatic,ā he muttered mostly to himself, placing a couple precise pinches near the otherās hip.Ā
Immediately, Eddieās arm shot down again with an audible gasp, hand catching Steveās but it was too late. A full attack was already under way and nothing was going to stop it.
Steve ended up laughing along as Eddie writhed beneath him, and relished in the yelps and protests that came from vibrating digits between his ribs. āWas this anywhere on your list?ā he asked, a playful glisten on his face. āCause if not, it definitely should be.ā
Eddie just let out a string of insults as a reply before being interrupted by his own shrieking laughter again. It wasnāt until a little later, a gentle claw fluttering over his belly and Steveās face buried against his neck, that Eddieās resolve seemed to run out.
The prickling of Steveās light stubble against his sensitive neck had Eddie in a giggling fit, forcing him to breathe a little heavier. Until, out of nowhere, a desperate moan escaped.Ā
Steve froze and time stopped. As Steve slowly lifted his head, Eddie was staring quite forcibly up at the ceiling. His face was almost emitting light, it was burning so much and out of the corner of his eye, Eddie could see how Steve was tilting his head to the side in question.
āPlease donāt tell me you heard that,ā Eddie got out, voice barely over a whisper as he squeezed his eyes shut. Unfortunately that also meant he missed how the look of Steveās face changed from one of delight to curiosity to pure mischief.
āOh, but I did,ā Steve replied in a low rumble. A smirk already tugged on the corner of his mouth when Eddieās reaction was simply to whimper. āSo, was it the neck or the belly?ā
Eddie groaned loudly, slapping both hands over his face to hide the growing burn before giving a muffled reply.
āHuh? I didnāt quite catch that.ā Steveās fingers twitched ever so slightly, which had still been resting against Eddieās stomach. Lightning fast, Eddieās hands came crashing down to grip onto Steveās. āBoth! I said ābothā, you dick!ā
Steve laughed, a full toothy grin on his face. āThatās what I thought you said.ā They grappled with each otherās hands for a bit until Steve put an end to it by pinning them above Eddieās head. āReady?ā
There was something incredibly flustering about having Steve practically inches from his face, fully excited to explore this new facet of Eddieās many quirks without any judgment or hesitation.Ā
After almost an hour of exploration, theyād discovered that it wasnāt only those two specific spots that could draw out such a reaction from Eddie. Also, Steve found himself getting almost equally as excited on his end. But most importantly, they were both tuckered out by the end of that hour.
As they curled into each other, both with still a hint of a smile on their faces and a glowing warmth coming from their chests, Steve had only one single thought: Turns out, Eddie was the mystery keeping them both alive.Ā
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Ren Faire (Eddie/Steve)
Summary: Steve, Eddie, and Robin go to a Renaissance Fair and see some interesting demonstrations. (This fic is for my lovely friend @gigglyrambles!! I literally just pulled this whole plot out of my ass and wrote it in one sitting, so I really hope you like it, LOL. Also, shoutout to @wordstrings because I know she has written something similar for Our Flag Means Death, I hope you don't mind me taking inspiration!!)
Steve isnāt sure how he ended up being dragged along to a Renaissance Fair with none other than Robin and Eddie, but he found it hard to say no to either of their puppy dog eyes and incessant begging.
His outfit is simple, consisting of a white, long-sleeved shirt with laces at the neckline, tight brown pants, and brown boots. He feels only a little bit ridiculous, but after seeing what his friends are wearing, he supposes he isnāt the weirdest looking one.
Eddie is decked out in black, an intricately detailed top with ruffles and buttons. A fake sword sits in a holder on his waist. Robin has gone for a more masculine look, a cloak over her shoulders and a bow and arrow in her hand.
āScrew historical accuracy,ā sheād said.
āThe fact that youāre a girl isnāt the problem, itās that you couldnāt hit a moving target with an arrow to save your life,ā Eddie had teased, and Robin had elbowed him in the ribs, making Steve laugh.
Now that theyāve arrived, Steve has relaxed a bit. He used to feel out of place whenever he attended events that he wouldnāt have been caught dead at in high school. Corroded Coffin concerts, DnD campaigns, and that one time he drove Eddie and Robin to the nearest gay bar in Indiana. It had definitely been more awkward sober, and before he realized that heās bisexual, and could have totally had more fun if heād been aware of and okay with that information at the time.
Heās sort of glad he wasnāt, though, because kissing Eddie Munson during a childish game of truth or dare was a much funnier way to have your queer awakening, and dating Eddie Munson is way more fun than hooking up with random guys in a bar.
āThey have really good beer here,ā Eddie comments, to which Steve holds up his car keys and jingles them. No medieval mead is going to keep him from being the designated driver.
āI can drive us home,ā Robin says, absolutely joking, but Steve still gives her a horrified look and makes a show of sliding his keys back into his pocket, patting the denim for safe keeping. She sticks her tongue out at him, and he flicks her cheek.
Eddie does end up getting some beer, and Steve allows himself a few sips. Theyāll be here for at least a few hours, heāll surely sober up by then. He also samples the gigantic turkey leg that Eddie gets, and Robin wrinkles her nose in disgust at the messy nature of the food.
As they walk around, Steve finds himself getting into the spirit more than he had expected. They eat, watch musical performances, and shop at the little stalls set up by various vendors. Eddie buys a few rings for himself, and buys a handmade mug for Uncle Wayne. Robin indulges in candles and soaps, and even dares to see a fortune teller.
āShe said that Iāll meet my future husband soon,ā she says, giggling. āClearly sheās a fraud, or sheād know Iām not interested.ā
When Robin runs off to find a bathroom, somehow, Eddie and Steve end up standing around a demonstration about medieval punishments and torture, which Steve expects to be gruesome, and quickly finds he would rather hear gritty, gorey details than stand her and watch this happen.
A pretty girl, probably around their age, is locked into a pair of wooden stocks, andā
āYouāve gotta be kidding me,ā Steve mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
Eddie looks absolutely delighted as he leans in close. āWhatās wrong, Stevie? The demonstration isnāt bothering you, is it?ā he asks. His cheeks are flushed, too. A few months ago, Eddie would probably be the one stuttering and staring at the ground right now, but ever since he introduced this little world to Steve, heās gained a confidence about it that only comes out when he gets to tease Steve into oblivion.
āShut up.ā
āYou shut up, Iām trying to watch. Maybe I can get some pointers from these guys.ā
āThese guysā refers to the two men who have started tickling the girlās trapped feet, and frantic giggles fill the air and make Steveās stomach flip.
āOh, sheās handling this better than you would,ā Eddie continues to tease. āIād already be called every insult under the sun if you couldnāt kick me instead.ā
āI will kick you right now,ā Steve threatens. Itās a complete lie. Heās frozen to the spot on the grass, torn between watching and focusing on the grass. Everyone else in the crowd is behaving like this is so normal, no big deal, just a silly show.
One of the men has moved behind the girl to tickle her ribs, her arms secured above her head. Steve crosses his arms over his chest, subconsciously protecting his own sensitive spots, like just watching her could tickle him, too.
āYou love that spot,ā Eddie coos. āYou make the cutest sounds when I tickle you there.ā
āIām gonna fuckinā kill you,ā Steve grits out.
āSure you will, sweetheart. Can it wait ātil after Iāve made you cry real pretty for me?ā
Just then, Robin appears at his side. āThis looks like my worst nightmare,ā she says. āI hope this girl is getting paid well.ā
Steve makes a noise of agreement, but canāt bring himself to look over. Eddie Munson is going to be the fucking death of him. Thankfully, Robin is immediately bored of the display and drags them off to explore. Eddie subtly gives Steveās side a quick pinch as he walks past him, and Steve suddenly canāt wait to go home.
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āYou are a fucking menace,ā Steve accuses the moment theyāve made it through the door.
His parents arenāt home, Robin was dropped off back at her house, and now, Steve is alone with Eddie for the first time all day, and he refuses to voice how excited he is for whatever Eddieās got planned.
But Eddie just grins, tugging off the more elaborate pieces of his costume, leaving himself in socks, boxers, and a white t-shirt. He makes his way to the kitchen, comes back with two cans of beer, sits on the couch like he isnāt ignoring the clear tension in the room.
Steve gapes at him for a minute before joining him on the couch, kicking off his boots and taking a beer as well. Maybe Eddieās changed his mindā¦Maybe he just isnāt the mood, and Steve isnāt going to pressure him into anything.
Butā¦Well, he has a sneaking suspicion that isnāt the case at all.
āIf youāre waiting for me to ask, itās not gonna happen,ā he says.
āAsk for what?ā Eddie tilts his head curiously, but thereās a glint in his eye that proves Steveās theory.
āNothing,ā Steve replies, playing along. āAll that talk back there just made me think you had a plan for when we got home. But if youāre not interested, thatās fine too.ā
āDid you want me to have a plan?ā
Steve huffs. āMaybe. But if you donāt, then letās forget about it.ā
āOh, cāmon baby,ā Eddie says, throwing an arm around Steveās shoulders and pulling him close. āAll youāve gotta do is ask if you want it so bad.ā
His cheeks burn. Stubborn as ever, he shakes his head.
Eddie sighs with exaggerated disappointment. āIf you insist. I guess Iāll just keep my hands to myself tonightā¦ā
āGood,ā Steve says, and turns the television on.
It takes two beers and a stupid scene in a film to break him. Itās a quick, barely there tickle, but the characterās laugh makes Steve perk up like a dog hearing a doorbell ring.
āFine,ā he says.
āWhatās fine?ā Eddie asks.
āJust fucking tickle me, you dick.ā
Eddie grins and wastes no time, lunging across the couch and pinning Steve to the cushions.
āI knew youād crack eventually, sweetheart,ā he teases. āSorry we donāt have quite the same set up, but Iāll hold you down real nice, okay?ā
Steve is already grinning. He canāt help it, heās so lovestruck by his boyfriend and desperate to laugh his head off. And laugh he does when Eddie goes straight for his ribs, scratching at the dips between each little bone.
āThereās that pretty sound,ā he says, pressing a kiss to Steveās jaw that is both sweet and ticklish under the current circumstance.
The stupid shirt with the laces is pulled over his head and discarded on the floor, and Eddie pins Steveās wrists and tells him to stay still before exploring each ticklish spot on his torso, making him shriek and cackle and snort like a fool.
He doesnāt stay still for very long, arms shooting down to his sides when Eddie attacks his belly with blunt fingernails, and Eddie scolds him but doesnāt stop.
As he squirms on the couch, giggling like mad, he wonders if they sell some of those bondage contraptions there. He thinks that they should go back to the Ren Faire sometime.Ā
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Drunken fingertips<3
CW- tickling, mention of the police, mention of marijuana, mention of homophobia and bullying but is quite brief, intoxication.
Note- this is my first fic that I have ever written and the first fic Iāve felt semi-confident to post. Please be kind. This is first and foremost a tickle fic so if that isnāt your thing please scroll!! Minors DNI! This is not a tickle kink fic, but kinksters can interact!
Eddie Munson was by no means shy. As long as he could remember heād always had a theatrical personality, heād always felt like if he didnāt make someone laugh during the day, the day was wasted. Heād always found beauty in smiles and laughter, he found it endearing that no two laughs were the same. In fact, itās kinda how he found out he liked boys. Coming out was a difficult experience, but Wayne told him what or who he did in his own bed was his own business. Eddie didnāt need aggressive acceptance, but the casual reminder that he was allowed to be queer. I mean heād never admit that he flunked most of his classes because he was staring at admiring the guy across from him, he had a metal head persona to attend to but silliness was definitely his strong point.
With the up-bringing he had, itās no shock that he was touch starved. That all changed when he met his new group of friends, they were all social rejects the same as him. All except Steve Harrington. He was the jock, the king of Hawkins-High. He wasnāt quite like the rest of the popular kids though. While they were calling kids slurs and laughing through the bullying they permitted, heād stand there with a flushed face, stone cold silent. Steve wasnāt a stranger to Eddie before that, he was the guy he sat next to in his third period biology class on a Tuesday, the one heād casually admire whilst pretending to take notes.
Steve was a different person then, now he would never stand by and let his so called friends verbally abuse others. Maybe it was his friendship with Robin that had opened his eyes to his own by-standing homophobia. But it was probably because he sat next to Eddie on the couch every Friday movie night in Wheelerās basement. Steve wholeheartedly believed that sitting next to Eddie weekly was enough to make any man question their sexuality.
Eddie didnāt know how he got here, his knees grazing against Steveās with his arm resting on the arm of the couch behind him. Both lightly buzzed on beer, whispering away to each other while the rest of the party were fixated on the next movie in their Star-Wars binge. Heād noticed more about Steve in the last 20 minutes than he did that whole year of biology class, his hair had a few strands of blonde mixed in with the brunette locks and when he smiled he had a dimple on the right side of his mouth.
āYou have a dimpleā
Eddie half-whispered and smirked, attempting to point at Steveās cheek but narrowly missing from his intoxication. He playfully shrugged it off as if he meant to do that of course he did.
āOkay? So lots of people have dimples Munson.ā
Steve shrugged and half smiled in Eddieās direction.
āNo no, you, King Steve have one singular dimple, not plural dimples. One. Only on this sideā
Eddie spoke holding up his index finger, pointing as Steveās face. Steve rolled his eyes and chuckled, nobody, not even he had noticed his singular dimple before.
āI get it now, shh Iām trying to watch the movie.ā
He lied through his teeth, mocking Eddieās performative hand gestures. He could tell Eddie was a little more tipsy than he was, the main clue being the 4 extra empty beer bottles beside him. Eddie giggled, brushing his curls out of his face.
āOne Steve. One. Whereās your other dimple? Someone steal it?ā
Steve rolled his eyes once more at his drunken friend. āMaybeā he shrugged, āhave you got it Eds?ā
He smiled, leaning his body weight a little closer towards him.
Eddieās flushed a little at his words, āEdsā. Steve was the only person who called him that, he was like that scene in the grinch where his heart grows 4 sizes bigger whenever Steve called him that. It felt intimate, a moment that only they could share.
āListen man, I am not a thiefā he held his hands up at the accusation, his smile beaming over at him.
āIām afraid Iām gonna have to search you, itās official police business.ā
He joked, patting down Eddieās denim jacket. Giggling when he felt the outline of his grinder and lighter from inside his pockets.
āDrug paraphernalia.. Iām pretty sure thatās a crime. Iāve not been on the job long but I donāt know Munson, itās not looking good for you.ā
He laughed, pretending to check an imaginary watch on his wrist as if a watch could tell him how long heād been working a profession for.
āCuff me officer Harrington, for the crime of being a stoner.ā Eddie barely spluttered that sentence out before erupting into laughter.
āOh you think breaking the law is funny Munson?ā
He said shifting himself closer to the drunken boy. Grabbing both wrists in one hand, pinning him to the couch, lightly running his fingers across his arms.
āThis is funny?!ā
Steve continued his āpat downā if you can call it that, he was poking Eddieās stomach with emphasis to his words.
āI did not know you were such a criminal. Youāre on the wrong tracks man, itās not too late to change your waysā
Eddie could feel his face burning. Steve was not only touching him, man heād have to remember that for a later daydream, but he was tickling him.
āFuck Steve come on donāt do thatā
Half trying to slap at his hands but missing them in his inebriated state and half trying to hide the ever growing blush on his face. Drowning in a sea of laughter.
āWhatās the matter Eds? This is formal policy, I have to do this.ā
Steve caught on pretty quickly that he wasnāt laughing at his pretty wooden acting and more so that his pat was something of a ticklish situation for his friend.
āI- shut up.ā
Eddie could hardly contain himself, apparently trying to juggle the need to grab Steveās face and pull him in for a passionate make out session, hiding his blushing face and trying to pretend like he isnāt being tickled shitless was hard for him.
āMunson, youāre really fucking ticklish you know? If you ever actually get caught for possession you are so screwed.ā
Harrington proclaimed laughing alongside his friend, holding him down with one hand so he doesnāt squirm his way off the couch.
āI am so gonna kill you.ā
He spluttered out in between gasping for breath. Steveās hands slowed until they halted, towering over Eddie admiring how his curls were like little spirals framing his face, he even found himself doting on the way he looked up at him. His irisās were camouflaged into his pupils, his eyes were such a deep shade of brown, but when the light hit them just right they looked almost amber. They always complimented his smile, he definitely smiled through his eyes.
āYouāve still got the same smile, it hasnāt changed since we were assigned seats together.ā
Steve whispered, his bisexuality was still hush-hush. Heād only confided in Robin before this moment, he found it difficult sure, but hiding anything from Robin was more of a challenge. Sheād sussed out his crush on Eddie from the first moment Dustin introduced them. The way he couldnāt help but look at the floor because holding eye contact was painful, the way heād look like a sick puppy every time Eddie wasnāt able to join in a trip with the party. But mostly the way that Steve had drunkenly confessed that his bi-awakening was Eddie Munson between spitting vomit into the toilet and sharing confessions with each other.
āYou remember me?ā
Eddie had his hand over his eyes, slightly peaking between the gap through his middle and ring finger. As if missing this moment was not an option, even if the crimson blush burning into his cheeks wasnāt fighting its corner.
āHow could I forget the guy who would stroll into class 45 minutes late, smelling of weed, tripping over thin air and flopping himself down beside me not saying a single word but doodling for the remainder of the lesson? I remember most of it, including the times I could feel your eyes burning into the side of my face like a laser.ā
Eddie was mortified at this point. He truly thought he had stealth like skills for daydreaming next to pretty boys but regardless, he wasnāt ashamed. Heād do it all again.
āOh. You saw that huh? I- I just. I just-ā
Before the metal head could even finish his sentence, Steve put his finger up to his own lips.
āNo need to explain, I get it.ā
He nodded, he never wanted to make him feel embarrassed about who he was.
āItās rough, teen years I mean. For guys like us especially.ā
āGuys like us?ā Eddie shot him a bewildered look. He couldnāt possibly mean he was- did he?
āYou know. Guys like us. Guys who like guys. I mean Iām a guy who likes guys and girlsā
Steve is fumbling all his words right now, nervously trying to explain himself was harder than he imagined.
āListen donāt tell anyone I told you that though man, only Rob knows. Maybe Iām just a bit drunk but, you look so pretty like this. Peach coloured cheeks and that smile. Damn. See this is what I said to Robin, Eddie Munson just- well just looking at him opened my eyes to who I am.ā
Steve interrupted himself, realising heād said that all out loud. After a few seconds of consideration in his head, he was too drunk to care.
āYou looking at me with those doe eyes in biology, it made me realise yeah so Iām like definitely bisexual.ā
He felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, looking down at Eddie who had practically shrunk so far down into the couch that he looked like a part of it. But he was still smiling, still looking at him in the same way.
He lifted himself, sitting upright with his back against the cushions. Grabbing two bottles, ripping the caps off with his teeth.
āInteresting.ā Munson divulged, not even noticing that the entire party was staring at them both with their jaws to the floor.
āYou owe me 20 dollars!! I told you!!ā
Henderson rose up, laughing and pointing at Mike. He always did like to be proved right. The party later found out that Dustin was certain his āgay-darā was spot on but Wheeler told him it was just broken, it was smashed right into the ground.
āI TOLD you guys, but hey, what do I know?ā
Cherry-faced, Steve and Eddie looked at each other, and back at the party, and in perfect unison took several big swigs of their beers.
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"Oh my fucking god Harrington, make that noise again!"
Eddie had just found out a very interesting quirk about his boyfriend, you'd think after a year of dating he couldn't have hidden something like this but here they were. Wrestling on the Harrington's living room floor, laughing alongside each other because Eddie had discovered Steve's weak spot.
All he did was wiggle his fingers under his arms when his boyfriend was reaching for something from the top shelf that he was just a little to short to grasp. "Scream for me again, come on! I don't wanna have to tickle you worse."
Eddie teased with a smirk. His boyfriend curling up into a ball to protect himself from Eddie's wandering hands, he wouldn't complain. Obviously not.
Any physical affection from Eddie Munson, his long term crush made boyfriend was a god sent gift.
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Oh my GOD this is ADORABLE author you cannot do this to me at 7am
Of Campaigns & Revelations (Steve/Eddie)
Fandom: Stranger Things Characters: Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Summary: Eddie loves planning campaigns, Steve loves planning events. So how exactly did the dream team get so sidetracked? Words: 2700+
Notes: Ahhhh not only is he late with his first fic on this account, but he's late for SS too. I was lucky enough to write a fic for the absolutely incredibly talented @rosiesramblings! I tried to use all of your prompts (earning a reward, too much energy and boredom) somewhere in the fic and apologies for the late post, but I hope you like It!!! A big thank you to our lovely host @hypahticklish too. Happy happy holidays and a wonderful new year to everyone.
Sometimes, Eddie Munson laughs and Steve swears it could shatter that Garfield mug heās so obsessed withā despite the fact that he only uses the damn thing for hot chocolate.
Like the breathy laughter that burst from his lips last friday, When Robin spent a little too long comparing an old photo of Steve to the baby from The Labyrinth. Most memorably, a joke about their shared fashion taste had the partyās favorite dungeon master quite literally wheezing on the shag carpet, clutching his sides as if heād never recover from the sheer hilarity of it all.
Or perhaps he was thinking of the high pitched yelp of laughter that broke free every time he was caught off guard. As much as Eddie hated to be genuinely scared, he found way too much amusement in getting jump scared. Shitty horror films, friends hiding behind doors, or even that lame haunted house from Halloweenā All of the above earned the same result, a shriek that dissolved into laughter about halfway through.
Then again, they werenāt all bubbly and loud. Eddieās laughter could be soft and sweet too, harboring an almost shy cadence when the time called for it andā¦
Itās at this exact moment, with utensils ever so neatly tucked into napkins and plates set along the grand mahogany dining room table, that Steve realizes heās been thinking about Eddie Munson way too much. All it took was one crappy little chuckle, one silly reaction to a half assed joke, for his thoughts to wander. Anything the other said during his trance was a mystery, though as that playful voice came back into frame, Steve figured the context clues were probably easy enough to figure out.
ā-not a fighter, clearly. Maybe a Paladin or a bard. One thing is for sure, youād definitely play an elf or a half elf. A prince maybe. Estranged?ā Eddieās rambles are definitely pointed towards him, although itās clearly more of a conversation with himself than anything else.
Calf crossed over thigh, he sits on the kitchen counter. Pale hands hold a green piping bag steady over a tray of freshly cooked sugar cookies, adding some ghoulish finishing touches. āJust say the word, Big Boy, and Iāll create the most perfect, personalized Steve Harrington campaign of the year.ā
āYou mean the only Steve Harrington campaign of the year?ā Steve retorts.
Just like always, sarcasm drips from his lips like honey. Even after volunteering his house, time and energy to Eddie and his Hellfire Goblins, the self proclaimed babysitter still canāt seem to fight his natural born grumpiness.
That persona was like a security blanket or a teddy bear; Steveās always relied on it to make the world less scary or more accurately, to make himself less vulnerable. The Harrington Boy, The King, The Babysitter, every new iteration had improvements, but they also had one thing in common: A security mechanism, an off switch of sorts. Something that Eddie Munson clearly lacked.
āOnly cause youāre a buzzkill.ā Eddie insists, licking a bit of green from his fingertips.
The cookies are far from perfect but theyāll undoubtedly impress the kids. Dark eyes examine each one with a precision he definitely didnāt supply when creating them, though eventually he deems them good enough with a dimpled grin and a cheeky thumbs up.
With two hours left on the clock, Eddie finds himself at a loss. All the fun tasks for the campaign tonight have been finished. Food and snacks were the first on the list to be crossed off with pizza scheduled for later and fresh baked cookies set to the side. Decorations were next. Everything from miniature figurines to home made maps to origami dragons and mini potion bottles for the kids filled with juice.
The idea to spike the potion bottles had been vetoed with a very amusing yet indignant huff. Despite Eddie's insistence that he was a 'born rebel' at fifteen, Steve refuses to give them a lick of alcohol before they hit senior year.
Aside from that, all that was left was mundane tasks like vacuuming or cleaning up the newly created mess in the kitchen. Most people would have cheered, thankful to finish their list of chores before the fun could begin. Though most people didnāt have as much energy as Eddie Munson.
āWell this is it, Stevie.ā Eddie pipes up a few moments later, watching the other brunette readjust the table settings for a bunch of soon to be sophomores who definitely wouldnāt notice if the fork was on the left side or the right. āTwo hours left and youāre too busy turning my campaign into a murder mystery dinner to pay attention to me so clearly? Iām dying. I canāt believe Iām gonna die of boredom in the Harrington Householdā¦ So big. So cold. Soā¦ white and mundane for someone as vibrant as myself.ā
Eddieās melodramatic performance is enough to peak Steveās interest, but not his amusement.
āFinish Vacuuming the living room or stop complainingā Steve answers flatly. Over time, heās learned that playing into the antics only magnifies them. Ninety nine percent of the time, just disregarding Eddieās insane childish tendencies made them go away. āBesides, you canāt die from boredom.ā
Ninety nine percent of the time, that would have worked.
Unfortunately, there was still that worrisome one percent to worry about.
āWell you might.ā
āI might whatāā Oblivious as ever, Steve finally ditches the table settings. Turning on his heel, the brunetteās lips are already parted, ready to question what the hell that response implies when he catches sight of the otherās stance.
Kitchen counter long since abandoned, the feisty dungeon master is taking stake across the room. Socked feet slide across dark polished wood, eerily unsettling in the quiet pace they set. Pale hands are held up, turned into claws with wiggling fingers that make Steveās stomach flip as uncertainty settles in.
āOkay, okay. You might not die from my boredom.ā Eddie hums lowly, lips curling into a grin that can only be described as downright mischievous. Each word is drawn out slower than the last, anticipation building between the two. āBut you might not survive the cure. Let's see. I already tried knock knock jokes, barely effective. Funny movies, ehh somewhat worksā Unless theyāre too weird. Then you just sit all grumpy and confusedā Anyway, not the point! Dear Steven, my point isā¦ā
Similar to those puzzles Nancy used to force on him while babysitting Mike, he shouldāve figured it out sooner, but heās definitely seeing the picture a bit more clearly with time. Theyāre approximately halfway through Eddieās villainous monologue when it clicks. Every example revolves around making him laugh which is an incredibly flustering thought all on its own. Out of all the ways to cure his boredom, Eddie wanted to do so while making Steve smile. Most people focused on his hair, his ass, his better known assets.
Eddie Munson was the first person to ever fixate on something so mundane.
Thankfully, Steve doesnāt have a second to worry about the heat crawling up the back of his neck, or the slowly developing crush that heās most certainly going to ignore.
āā¦ that I never asked if you were ticklish. Always felt like a cheap shot, you know? Low hanging fruit, but in the name of science, we do have to test everyāā And thatās all it takes. The second the word ticklish leaves Eddieās lips, the former jock is sprinting across the length of the dining room table and out of the room.
Heart hammering in his chest, the beat is so loud Steve can practically hear it ringing in his ears. White converse round a corner, running into the living room while quick footsteps sound close behind.
āOh come on, Pretty Boy.ā Eddie snorts through a laugh of his own. āDonāt run away from me!ā
If he just looked back, he would have seen the way Eddie smiled at him from ear to ear, excitement and giddiness bursting from his pores. He would have seen the way the other nearly slipped in his socks, clearly lacking any grip as they ran around like little boys again. He would have seen the way those dark eyes lingered, how they drank him in, admiring his toned legs from years of athletics.
If he just looked back, maybe he would have registered how close he was to his demise. Then again, if he looked back, then Eddie might have seen how flustering that pet name was, or worse: He could have seen the smile tugging at his lips.
One foot rounds the corner of the couch but never gets the opportunity to touch down. Instead, fingers curl around the back of his sweater, swiftly pulling Steve until heās falling. His back hits the sofa cushions with a soft grunt, brown locks splayed across the decorative pillow.
Everything flips in an instant. Eddieās upper hand turns to shit the second he jumps onto the couch. Leaving more than enough room in between them, Steve takes the opportunity to act. Lightning quick reflexes give him just enough time to weave underneath the metalheadās arm, flipping their positions until Eddieās the one with his back against the couch and wide eyes looking up.
Though rather than looking scared he looksā¦ exhilarated.
Any anxiety written across Steveās face a minute ago is missing from Eddieās now. As the general surprise wears off, he goes from wide eyed to giggly, immediately throwing his hands up in a mercy pose he knows wonāt work. Wild curls fall in every direction, the occasional soft breathy laugh stumbling from his lips as he tries to worm out from underneath Steveās pin.
āStevie, Cāmon. I was just trying to have a little bit of fun- Wait wait- Steve Hey-ā In the long debated question of Dungeon Master Vs. Varsity Athlete, they finally know who comes out on top. Eddieās rambled mixture of explanations, apologies and pleas fall on deaf ears the second nimble fingers touch down on his sides.
One of the most accessible vantage points, it proves rather successful when one squeeze elicits a sharp huff, all the air in his lungs leaving at once. Eddieās body instinctively tries to pull away again, hands attempting to intercept Steveās insistent poking and prodding of the soft flesh.
The silence lasts all of seven seconds. Any attempt to threaten Steve dies on his lips, choked out to make room for all the laughter taking control. Immediately thrashing around to the best of his ability, itās clear that Eddieās not going down peacefully.
āA little bit of fun doing what, Eds?ā Steve questions. āAnnoying me? Chasing me around my own house? I mean, shit, Munson. How the hell do you even have all of this energy? Honestly. I did you a favor flipping the tables, you clearly needed to tire yourself out.ā
Each new guess and tease is accentuated with another poke at his vulnerable sides. One to the left right below his ribs, one to the right closer to his back, two on either side near his tummy, and one aimed in that squishy spot directly above his pantlineā One that has his giggles interlaced with squeaks and squeals, struggling to handle any sort of stimulation that close to his hips.
āNohohoho not thehehere!ā Eddie whines half heartedly, though Steve canāt help but notice how little he fights back, hardly using any strength whatsoever in his attempts to grab onto those tortuous digits.
Thankfully for the thrashing Dungeon Master, Steve doesnāt get the chance to drill his thumbs into the divots of his hips for very long. An incredible stop on his grand tour of Eddie Munsonās giggle buttons, the destination proves to be too much. One sharp dig earns a yell so piercing the neighborās dog begins to bark, rough hands diving forward to grab onto anything for some sort of stability.
What Eddieās trained fingers find instead is that squeezing Steve Harringtonās thighs renders the guy practically useless. A loud shriek splatters around the room, high pitched almost desperate giggles flying from his mouth. Any ounce of strength was sapped, curling up against Eddieās chest in a way heād swear was romantic in any other circumstance.
Umber eyes meet hazel, gazes locked with recognition on both sides before the tables are flipped yet again. Eddie hooks a leg underneath Steveās knee, an arm worming out from below to wrap around his waist.
Before the Family Video employee can so much as suck in a breath from his fit of giggles, theyāre back in the original position with a self proclaimed babysitter pretending not to enjoy himself on bottom and a metalhead who couldnāt hide it if he tried on top.
It turns out that Steve Harrington fucking shape shifts when you tickle him. The former jockās confident sarcastic persona changes to something else entirely. If Eddieās attempts to get away were half assed then Steveās attempts donāt exist. Every new spot or tactic is brought with a new form of laughter, but they all have the same thing in common:
Steveās leaning into it.
Thereās no denying it. When teasing nails drag up his side, he turns into the affection rather than away from it. When his lower stomach is kneaded like a fresh pile of dough, he leans forward instead of pushing back. And when thumbs drill into his armpits, the brunette actually attempts to keep his arms up or at least not locked at his sides god forbid their fun ends too soon after being blocked.
Of course, Steve doesnāt notice this. Nor does he realize that Eddie was noticing this, but one of them has to be the observant one and itās not the mess of giggles currently turning rosier with every passing second.
Itās almost as if their enjoyment is the key. Once that last bit of hesitance drains out, calloused fingers waste no time. Eddie changes spots again, this time clawing at his ribs with a smile that reeks of both vengeance and affection, a combo punch that would have made Steve breathless if he wasnāt already dissolving under deep belly laughter.
Thereās way less talking now too. While Eddieās an incredibly wiggly and talkative victim, babbling and thrashing through his hysterics, Steve seems to struggle getting anything out other than his laughter, only managing the occasional babble or squeal induced āEds!ā.
Finally those skilled guitarist fingers choose to take pity on him, allowing Steve to actually get a word in.
āNohotā¦ fair.ā He breathes out through residual giggles. It doesnāt matter that the tickling has since ceased. Ghost sensations still tease and taunt across his sensitive skin, mentally swearing that he could still feel those fingertips dancing across his torso.
Eddieās endearment drips like honey, dark eyes warming at the sight of his friend still struggling to get his act together. āNo? I think that was totally fair. Plus, I slaved over those cookies, Stevie Boy. Heart and soul. Body and mind. Donāt I deserve a little prize?ā His lips curl into a wicked grin, knowing damn well that his next words would fluster more than soothe. āPerhaps shaped in the form of those cute ass giggles of yours?ā
Just as expected, heat begins to crawl up the back of Steveās neck at the sentiment, though the rosy hue on his face from earlier makes it easy to mask the blush currently spreading. As if proving Eddieās point further, playful pokes return to Steveās torso, randomly nudging little spots until heās back to bubbly uncontrollable giggles.
Using the last bit of strength, he reaches out to give Eddieās side a squeeze, earning matching breathy laughter in return.
The fight grows less clear after that. Stray pokes and occasional squeezes keep both boys giddy, lost in their own little bubble.
For as long as he could remember, Steve Harrington had been a fixer. Even when the most misguided, he tried to right his own wrongs as well as everyone elseās around him. What began in early childhood as a terribly sad attempt of bringing his parents together had warped into a personality trait, a role he constantly forced himself to play out of fear of feeling useless.
But now the pressure of planning a perfect event for the kids is long forgotten and somehow he knows itāll all work out. Because Eddieās laughter is interlaced with his, their cheeks rosy and breath staggered. Suddenly, that familiar ache in his chest doesnāt feel quite as heavy as before and Steve realizes while doing absolutely nothing important at all, that he doesn't feel useless. He realizes that maybeā¦
āHoholy Shit, Harrington. Forget weed. I think those damn giggles of yours got me high.ā
Maybe this feeling between them was something else entirely.
Sometimes, Eddie Munson laughs and Steve wonders if love has always sounded like this.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#tickle fic#stranger things tickle fic#me and who
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Steve Is Forcibly Adopted
Fandom: Stranger Things
WC: 1.5k
A/N: It's been a minute! I swear I meant to finish this like a month ago. I hope you enjoy this fic of Steve and his chosen family.
It was in the early hours of July 5th, 1985, when Hopper and El adopted Steve. It would be a while before Steve himself recognized this, but that night at the hospital was the beginning of their cobbled-together family.
The exhaustion had taken residence in Hopperās bones, and with the hefty dose of non-opioid pain meds in his system, the only thing he wanted was to go home and sleep. Preferably on the floor of Elās room, but he would settle for the couch outside her door if she wanted space. El had been given stitches and a clean bill of health by Owensā people, and had quietly accepted the crutches Hopper pushed into her arms.Ā
āReady to head home?ā Hop asked as El pulled herself to her feet and awkwardly positioned the crutches under her arms. Instead of answering, she started toward the door.
The two of them made it slowly down the endless hallway, quiet except for the beeping machines behind other closed doors. Until -
āIām sorry, Mr. Harrington, but we canāt release you until you have someone who can watch you for the next few days,ā an apologetic nurse could be heard from behind a curtain.
āItās Steve. And I promise Iāll be fine, and Iāll come back if anything weird starts to happen, just - please, let me leave,ā Steve Harrington sounded like he was half delirious, half on the verge of tears.
āSteve, you were injected with an unknown substance, we really canāt let you leave on your own,ā the nurse explained.
Hopper had heard enough. One glance at Elās wide pleading eyes was all he needed before he twitched the curtain aside with a gruff, āWeāll take him.ā
Steve and the nurse both jumped, and Jesus, it looks like the kidās been through the wringer. Bruises littered his face, a patch of gauze was taped over one eye, and Hopper could tell the kid was dealing with some broken ribs by the way his arm cradled his torso.
Steve blinked in confusion as the nurse brightened. āChief Hopper! Of course, Iāll get his discharge paperwork. Shouldnāt take two minutes.ā
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In the hospital parking lot, Steve hung back when El and Hopper clambered into Hopās car. He kept his eyes on the ground, scuffing the toe of one sneaker. āThanks for breaking me out, Chief. Iāll, uh, get out of your hair.ā
Hop didnāt even have to look to see the way Elās eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth, but Hop beat her to it. āKid, I wasnāt lying about keeping an eye on you. The nurse said you need to be watched, so weāll watch you. Got it?ā
A blush crept up on Steveās face. āOh, I couldnāt impose, really, and Iām sure you want to spend some time with Supergirl here, and -ā
āSteve,ā Elās quiet plea stopped him in his tracks. āWe want you. To come home with us. Please.ā The passenger side door swung open. El wiped a trickle of blood from her nose.
āGet in the damn car, kid,ā Hop said gruffly.Ā
Steve got in the damn car.
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What was supposed to be a week of Hop-and-El-supervision melted into two weeks of all-three-of-them-healing-and-processing, which became a month of Steve-helping-El-with-schoolwork-while-Hop-fixed-up-the-cabin, until one day Hopper climbed up the cabin steps after work, listening to the faint sounds of his kids making dinner together, and he was suddenly struck by how right it all felt.
The three had dinner together, and El turned on her favorite soap while Hop took care of the dishes. Steve took a quick shower, and then padded into the living room in his pajamas. He collapsed on the couch next to El, making her bounce in her seat.
āDo we have to watch this boring show, Ellie? Why canāt we put on a baseball game or something?ā He whined playfully.
āBecause,ā El said primly, āMy show is good. Baseball is just men chasing after a ball and trying to get it in a hoop.ā
Steve flopped over on top of El. āEllie, thatās basketball, not baseball. Come on, please?ā He turned his face up to give her puppy eyes.
āGet off! You are heavy!ā Ell laughed, shoving at Steveās shoulders.
āPlease please please please please?ā Steve asked, punctuating each please with a poke to Elās side.Ā
El collapsed to the side with a bright giggle, shaking her head rapidly back and forth, making her curls bounce. Never one to be outdone, she poked Steve back. āNo no no no no no! We are watching my show!ā
Hopper dried the last dish and wandered into the living room, settling into the armchair and ready to make sure his kids didnāt kill each other.
Steve just grinned at El, shrugging nonchalantly. āSorry, Ellie, not ticklish.ā
āWhat is āticklishā?ā
āWhen I poked you and you laughed just now? Thatās because your tummy is ticklish,ā Steve explained, poking El again.
She grinned, then pushed his hand away with a pout. āBut you are not? Ticklish?ā
āNope,ā Steve said. Hopper watched as he bit down on the left side of his bottom lip. Hop snorted. Steve couldnāt lie to anybody, except maybe El.
Both of their heads whipped around to look at Hopper. Steve looked indignant. āWhat? Iām not!ā he protested, still biting down on the corner of his lip.
āYou canāt lie for shit kid,ā Hop chuckled. He turned to El, patiently explaining, āSometimes, a person can hold back their laughter when tickled in certain places. That just means you have to find the place where they canāt help but giggle.ā
El looked like Christmas came early, while Steveās face turned bright red. El turned to Steve, āWhere? Where where where?ā Poking at his ribs and neck, where Hop knew El herself was ticklish.
Steveās eyes widened, before he gently pushed her hands away. āSorry Ellie. Some people are like that, yeah, but some people just arenāt ticklish.ā
āSome people, maybe, but not you,ā Hop snickered as Steve shot a glare his way.
āHop doesnāt know what heās talking about!ā Steve protested loudly, trying to catch Elās hands as they started poking with renewed vigor.
āOh no?ā Hop asked. He surveyed Steve with a critical eye. āEl, try behind his knees.ā
āHop!ā Steve yelped incredulously, before promptly launching himself off the couch with a shriek as El did just that.
Hop chuckled to himself as Steve immediately shot to his feet, making a mad dash for his room. Unfortunately for him, Hopper had the reflexes of a parent, and shot his arm out to snag Steve around the waist before hauling him into his lap.
āWait wait wait, Hop donāt, please, please Iāll die, just wahahahahait!ā Steve collapsed into bubbly laughter as Hopās fingers fluttered behind his knee, kicking out at nothing.
El let out a delighted gasp. āYou lied! Friends donāt lie!ā And she ran over to shove her fingers behind Steveās other knee.
Steveās laughter doubled as he visibly tried to hold back his kicks so as not to hurt El. āNohohohohoo! Plehehease, Iām sohohohorry!
āNow that we've got him giggling,ā Hopper explained over Steveās protests, āHe probably canāt hold back when we do this.ā Hop dug into Steveās tummy and raked his fingernails in towards Steveās belly button, prompting an actual scream from Steve before he started cackling.
El happily flapped her hands at Steveās reactions as she moved up to spider her fingers along his neck and collar bones. Steve scrunched up, trying to block Elās fingers but only succeeding in trapping them against his sensitive skin.
Steve had apparently lost the ability to form words, and when Hop saw the first tears trickle down from the corners of his eyes, he slowed his hands. āOkay, okay El. Heās had enough,ā Hop said, using his thumb to wipe away Steveās tears of mirth. El retracted her hands and resumed flapping happily, climbing onto the arm of the chair that wasnāt occupied by Steve.
Hop tried rubbing a soothing hand up and down Steveās back, but he arched away with a giggle. āJesus, kid, is there anywhere you arenāt ticklish?ā Hop asked. Steve stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, but wordlessly moved Hopperās hand to his hair. Hop took the hint and started scritching lightly at Steveās scalp. Steve melted into Hopper with a sigh. El, feeling left out, dragged Hopperās other hand to her own head, where he obligingly gave her the same treatment.Ā
Hopper pressed kisses to the crowns of both of their heads and tried to chisel the moment into his memories. His thoughts strayed to Sarah, as they often did these days. He hoped she was proud of him. As his other kidsā breaths evened out, he let himself think of her smile. Wherever she was, Hopper hoped she knew he missed her.Ā
He liked to think she had a hand in El and Steve coming into his life.
#stranger things#tickle fic#ticklish el#ticklish steve#jim hopper#tickling#steve gets the family he deserves#tfb community#stranger things fic#stranger things tickle fic#shocking that this isn't steddie#i know#enjoy!
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Showing the Ropes
AN: Still trying to catch upš Iām just like that bitch with his rock fr. Finish one fic post it, start the next one & itās already the next day. Post THAT fic & youāre still the same amount behind because thatās how the passage of time works. Through gritted teeth: I love being a writer. In all honesty tho, I love tickletober itās just a very shit time in my life & this is how I cope. This fic came out way better than I expected, just cause Iām not real big on writing for Mike. Idk what it is about him, but I always feel iffy about his characterization. But this is just a really cute & silly moment between him, El & Nancy.
Mike didn't even know how long they'd been going at it, but he knew one thing for sure: he was going to die. They were going to kill him right then and there.
Nancy was walking through the living room while they were watching a movie and she noticed the way El poked and scribbled lazily at his sides and tummy, eliciting the occasional choked off giggle.
"I can give you some pointers if you want," she had offered out of the blue, catching the both of them extremely off guard. Mike was rightfully mortified while El cocked her head like a curious puppy.
"Pointers?" she questioned, unsure what the older teen could mean. Nancy rolled her eyes fondly and made her way to the couch.
"No, go away! Don't you have a paper to write?" he snarked. El elbowed him in the ribs.
"Mike, don't be rude," she softly scolded. Nancy smirked.
"He's just cranky 'cause he knows what's coming," she teased. Mike glared at her, long and hard. They stared at each other, locked in a stalemate. In the end, it was Mike who broke it off, trying to make a run for it. She easily caught him by the back of his shirt, yanking him back, "God, you're so predictable."
"Nancy, let go! I'm serious!"
"That's the problem, isn't it? He's always so serious," she joked, shooting a wink towards El as she wrestled her brother back on the couch. She managed to pin him underneath her, Mike's constant struggling making it a little difficult for her. He wasn't as small as he used to be, now he was all gangly limbs and much taller.
"Wanna help?" Nancy asked, and El's face lit up.
"I'd love to!"
"Nohoho El don't! She's evil!" he protested, a few nervous giggles slipping past his lips.
"She's nice to me," she reasoned as she helped hold Mike's arms above his head. Nancy gave her a thumbs up before turning "serious."
"Any time you need to keep him in check, just do this," she said matter of factly. El nodded, listening intently. Mike shook his head, knowing where she was going with this.
"Nancy, don't! Whatever it is I did I'm sorry!" he cried, sure she was doing this as some kind of revenge for something he must've done. That's how it usually went, anyway. Nancy laughed in amusement.
"See? We haven't even touched him and he's already begging," she teased and El giggled along, making him blush. "But you didn't do anything- this time. Just thought El could use a leg up in your tickle fights." The comment caused a faint dusting of pink to grace El's cheeks as well.
"She does fine! Don't you El?" he asked, hoping for his girlfriend to be on his side. She just smiled at him and shrugged.
"I kinda wanna see where she's going with this. And just like that, his fate was sealed.
Nancy rolled up his shirt, anticipatory giggled building up in his chest. She made a show of drawing in a deep breath before bending down to blow a raspberry on his bare belly. Mike was immediately launched into a bout of hysterics. Unable to protect himself, he chose instead to hide his face behind his outstretched arm.
Nancy blew a few more raspberries, shaking her head and growling playfully. Mike screeched, head tossed back as loud, carefree laughter burst free from his throat. He tried to plead for mercy, but every attempt at speech was lost to an incoherent giggling babble.
Nancy pulled away to give him a breather, though it didn't last nearly as long as Mike had hoped.
"Your turn!" Nancy's chipper voice sent a strong sense of dread through his entire body. El's grin overtook her features as she swapped places with Nancy. Her eyes were alight with mischief, scanning her prey carefully.
"So I take a deep breath and just... blow?" El asked. Nancy nodded in encouragement.
"Yeah, but you need to do it directly on the skin. Like this," Nancy demonstrated again, scooping her little brother in her arms unexpectedly and blew a raspberry on his neck, making him scream much too close to her ears, but that was her own doing.
El giggled, taking the advice to heart and putting it to good use.
Mike wasn't sure how he was still alive, in all honesty.
#tickletober#tickletober 2023#tickletober day 23#mike wheeler#nancy wheeler#el hopper#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things tickle fic#ticklish!mike
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