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Day Twenty-Four: Joke

Summary:

Look, none of this would've happened if Richie had heard Peter walk in! It's not his fault that Richie is so easy to mess with :)

And I'm officially caught back up! This one is for my dear anon on tumblr whose asks I get after every fic has been getting me through tickletober, hope that you enjoy!! <33

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“Hey, Richie!”

Peter threw open the door of his best friends’ house without bothering to knock, they’d been past that point for a long time. He toed off his shoes and received no response, which was pretty typical. Richie could get so absorbed in what he was doing that a nuclear bomb could go off and he wouldn’t even notice.

Just as Peter opened his mouth to shout again, Richie’s uncle stuck his head around the corner and said, “He’s in the basement playing video games. Honestly, I won’t be surprised if he’s completely deaf by the time he’s twenty-five.”

He disappeared back around the corner and Peter tossed him a “Thanks Mr. Matthews!” before hopping down the stairs, ignoring the faint “It’s Paul,” that echoed behind him.

The basement was in a constant state of half-organized chaos. Pillows lay scattered on the floor, an absurd amount of empty cups sat on the table, and a mess of cords and controllers stretched from the television to the couch where Peter could see a tuft of dyed-blue hair sticking out from a pile of blankets.

When he got closer, the reason that Richie hadn’t responded became clearer as Peter glimpsed a pair of headphones covering his ears.

He wasn’t surprised per se, but he’d appreciate if Richie would at least make an attempt to say hi when he showed up.

Sensing an opportunity for some mischief, Peter crept up behind Richie, careful not to make a noise. Although, to be fair, he didn’t need to try very hard. Peter could head the sound effects blaring out of the headphones from where he was standing.

As soon as Peter got close enough, he shot his hands into the mound of blankets and, after quickly finding purchase on Richie’s sides, quickly scribbled up and down them.

The scream that Richie let out was ear piercing. Forget Richie going deaf, Peter was going to loose all hearing as soon as his friend burst his eardrums.

“Everything alright down there?” Mr. Matthe—Paul called down, not sounding particularly concerned but still doing his duty as the adult in the house.

“Everything’s fine! I just scared Richie!” Peter yelled back, watching in amusement as Richie struggled to untangle himself from his cocoon.

“Okay!”

Finally, Richie rolled off the couch and shot to his feet, ripping his headphones off in order to glower at his friend. Not that it was at all effective considering how his ruffled hair and red face took away any threatening power Richie might have held.

“Dude!” He hissed, throwing the nearest pillow at Peter, “What the hell?! You scared the shit out of me!”

Peter, too busy laughing, just let the pillow hit him, “You’re the one who was wearing headphones when you knew that I was coming over! I couldn’t resist the joke.”

“Well your joke wasn’t very funny.”

Richie was doing his best to hide the grin trying to creep across his face, and Peter couldn’t have that so he started poking wherever he could access on Richie’s torso, crowing triumphantly at the giggles that immediately started pouring out of Richie’s mouth.

“No? It wasn’t funny? Then why are you laughing?”

“Oh come ohohohon,” Richie complained, “Dohohohon’t!”

Now, if Peter played his cards right, something very funny was about to happen.

“Don’t what?”

Wait for it…

“Tihihihickle me!”

Hook, line, and sinker.

“Alright, if you insist!” Peter said gleefully, exchanging his pokes for kneading at Richie’s sides in a way that has his knees buckling beneath him. Sine he’s a good friend, Peter guides him over to the couch instead of letting him collapse on the floor.

Richie, meanwhile, was not very impressed with Peter’s trick, “That’s not what I meheheheant! Shihihihit Pete that’s chehehehating!”

His hands pushed weakly at Peter’s without much result. Peter had never been able to tell whether it was because he didn’t want it to end or because laughing sapped all of Richie’s strength out of his bones.

It was probably both.

“It’s not cheating if you fall for it every single time.” Peter switches tactics again, squeezing at Richie’s thighs to hear the snorts he let out as he desperately kicked his legs to no avail. “Honestly, Richie, you really should know better by now.”

It’s true. While Richie hadn’t come from a very affectionate household, he’d been friends with Peter for years. And Peter had been living with Hatchetfield’s most notorious tickle monster, better known as Ted Spankoffski, for the vast majority of his life.

This worked out great for Peter, because it meant that he could take all the dirty tricks that Ted had played on him over the years and use them on Richie.

And they worked like a charm every damn time.

Richie still hasn’t not fallen for the don’t what trick. Peter had learned his lesson pretty quickly with Ted, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t hilarious.

“Okahahahay! Mercy! Mehehehercy Pete! Plehehehease!”

The other thing about Richie being less used to affection was that he had less stamina that Peter did when it came to these sorts of attacks, and Peter always made sure to let him off easy.

“Alright, alright,” He said, helping Richie up and rubbing a hand over his leg to dissipate the lingering shocks he knew from experience would be there. “Now, why don’t we find a two-player game that I can kick your ass at?”

As Richie leaned against him, grumbling good-naturedly with a smile on his face, Peter thought back to Ted’s ruthless attacks with a shudder. Sure, he didn’t mind them that much, but they were still evil as shit!

Peter grabbed a remote laying beside him and relaxed into the warmth of his best friend. Richie didn’t know how lucky he was to get the nicer Spankoffski.

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Cheer Up Already

AN: day 11, here we go! Just some cute npmd fluff to heal your soul! These nerds are just so silly! Ruth & Richie’s friendship is everything to me. Hope y’all enjoy!

Richie was just trying to eat his sandwich and pay attention to Steph and Peter's conversation. It was a nice day, and they were sitting at a table outside. It would've been perfect, if Ruth wasn't quietly sniffling to herself as she typed away on her phone.

Steph had asked if she was okay, and she quickly shushed her, adding that she's "busy, but okay," and insisted they just ignore her. They had obliged, but now she seemed to really be working herself up...

"Uh, whatcha writin' there Ruth?" he asked, trying to mask his concern as curiosity. She took a grounding breath, wiping away a stray tear from her cheek. Richie and Peter knew she wrote fanfiction, and they vaguely knew what she wrote about, but they never tried to read any of it, and she was grateful. But she would still ramble on about her plans for a new idea, or her followers' reaction to a new chapter.

So she didn't hesitate to tell him.

"My newsroom spy au. Donna-" she cut herself off with a barely choked back sob as she spoke. It took everything in Richie not to roll his eyes. She continued, "Got s-shot, and now she's b-bleeding out in Dan's arms..."

"Oh," he said lamely, nodding in somber understanding. "Yeah, that is sad. But, you know, you don't have to kill her off-" Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

"Oh my God Richie, I'm not just gonna kill her off! I'm building up to something here!" she yelled.

He held his hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay, I didn't know! It was just a suggestion."

She laid her head on the table, "Obviously, he's gonna save her." If you asked him, it was all a little dramatic. But Peter was giving him a look, trying to subtly nod at Ruth, as if to say, see what you did?

"Of course, my bad," he agreed with her, looking back at Peter; I'm trying!

When she didn't answer, he sighed. He cast a hard glare his way before awkwardly patting Ruth on the back for comfort. "Why don't you take a break for a while?"

"I guess..." she sat up, a sad frown firmly in place as she reached for a chicken nugget on her lunch tray, solemnly dipping it in ranch. It was honestly a little pathetic, and Richie couldn't stand it.

"Come here," he huffed, holding his arms out to his side. She stared at him in shock, her eyes hopeful and still glistening with tears.

"W-what?"

This time, Richie did roll his eyes. "Do you want a hug or not?"

She immediately perked up like a dog hearing the word "treat." She nodded enthusiastically.

"Well I don't have all day," he prompted, acting more annoyed than he really was. She practically threw herself in his arms, burying her face in his hoodie. He pulled her in close, rubbing her shoulders and rocking her slightly.

Peter wore a playful grin, mouthing the words, "You're so sweet." Richie flipped him off behind Ruth's back.

"There, there, it's okay. The real Donna is safe with Dan in the studio," he mockingly reassured, and she scoffed.

"Well duh, I know that!" Ah, there was the nerd they know and love.

"Just checking," he teased, letting his hands move closer to her sides. She began to squirm, and he could see the way she was trying not to smile.

"Richie, stohop I know whahat you're doing!" she called him out, but not without letting a few giggles escape.

"I'm sorry, what am I doing?" he played dumb as he let his fingers pick up speed. She squealed and began thrashing against him.

"Dohohon't make mehe sahahay it, asshole!" she whined through her laughter. She twisted weakly from side to side, arching her back with a loud, embarrassing snort when he reached up to scratch between her shoulder blades, "Nohoho, Rihihichie! Not thehehere!"

"Aw, what's the matter? Too flustered to admit how much it tickles?" he taunted, grinning proudly as her blush spread beneath her headgear.

"NO!" she denied before breaking off into a shrill giggle fit when his hands moved down to play with her ribs.

"Really? Coulda fooled me," he laughed at his own joke, but the sound was drowned out by loud shrieks and squeals.

"Ihihi'm sohohorry!" she apologized, making Richie chuckle in amusement.

"You're sorry? What for?" he asked, playing along.

"I-I dohohon't know!" she admitted, but apologizing was her default response when tickled; it gave her the sense of begging, without actually asking for it to stop and risk the fun coming to an end. She thought she was being sly about it, but her friends were well aware of this tactic.

"Well, in that case," he trailed off casually, pinching up and down each rib. "Think I'll just stay right here," as he said this, his hands shot down to her sides, digging into the slight dip of her waist. He drilled his thumbs at the spot just beneath her ribs, and she threw his head back as cackles flew past her lips. Her hands latched onto his wrists, but they barely made an attempt to pull him off. Instead, she just seemed to squeeze and slap his arms at random, usually indicating he'd found a good spot.

"Nohoho, you cahahan't!" she squealed, doubling over in his hold. She stretched her arm out, managing to snag her book bag and promptly used it to hide her face.

"I can't what? Hug my friend? Cheer her up? 'Cause I actually can, it's totally within my rights," he explained, smiling to himself when Steph and Peter laughed along.

"Yeah Ruth, it's a free country!" Peter piped up, and Richie spared a hand to high five before going right back to work.

"You guys suck!" she choked out, slightly muffled behind her bag.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Richie asked, scratching blunt nails over her tummy. She shrieked and bucked her hips, trying to sink out of his grasp since squirming got her nowhere. Before she could slip under the table, he hoisted her back up.

"Nohohothiiiing!" she whined, even though she was having the time of her life.

"No, you definitely said something. Go on, speak up," he prompted, but didn't give her the chance as he slipped a hand under her shirt to get at bare skin.

"You guys ahahare great! Ihihi prohohomise!" she shrieked, when Richie gave her hips a few more squeezes for good measure.

"And don't you forget it!" he cheered as he let her go. She slumped against his shoulder as lingering giggles spilled out.

"Ohoho mahan... I needed at that," she admitted, sporting a dazed smile.

"Yeah well, someone had to cheer you up," he shrugged nonchalantly, but the proud smirk on his face spoke volumes. Ruth didn't thank him, but she didn't need to. He knew.

They finished their lunch in relative peace until the abrupt ringing of the bell called them back to class.

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Day Seventeen: Raspberries

Summary: Steph keeps her promise to Peter to help him get Ruth and Richie back after yesterday.

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I didn't write the first one with the explicit intention to write a part two but it is HERE and it is LONGER THAN PART ONE!!!!! I'm in love with them they're all so silly. Chaotic found family my absolute beloved I hope y'all enjoy <33

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Steph swung the door open not even five seconds after Peter had done his signature knock knockknock, hair slightly disheveled as though she had been panic cleaning for the past fifteen minutes.

“Hey guys!” She holds the door open to wave Peter, Ruth, and Richie inside, “Come on in! Sorry about the mess, I put off tidying up until like twenty minutes ago like a dumbass.”

Called it.

Ruth and Richie went in first. Steph offers Richie a fistbump and a promise to practice their secret handshake later, then wraps Ruth up in a big hug that leaves her beaming.

Peter marvelled at how easily Steph had seemed to fit into their little group. She’d adapted to Richie’s anime obsession and Ruth’s need to constantly be in contact with someone with the sort of dedication that Peter brought to his study sessions.

It was something out of a dream to see how well they all got along.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Steph wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him on the cheek.

“Hey, babe.” A soft smile pulled at her lips as she looked up at him and he felt himself grinning in response.

“Hey, Steph.”

It was all still a little surreal. Peter was dating the mayor’s daughter. And she was awesome!

And they were in love with each other, as in she loved him back!

A squeeze to his side had him yelping and curling around her hand before looking up at Steph with questioning eyes.

“Where’d you go, Pete? You were off in la la land for a minute there.” She waggled her eyebrows at him, “Thinking about anything particularly exciting?”

He’s always thought that honesty is the best policy.

“I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you and how it feels like you were the missing piece of our group, and now everything feels a little more whole.”

Silence rang for a moment as a pleased flush crept up Steph’s face.

“GAAAYYYYYYY!”

Yeah, he really was pushing his luck with that one.

“Shut the fuck up, Ruth!” Richie’s voice sounded from the living room which was presumably where they both were, eavesdropping, “Let them be gay in peace!”

Peter and Steph rolled their eyes at each other at their friends’ antics, laughing as muffled bickering inevitably started making its way towards them.

“Let’s go join them before they actually kill each other.”

They started making their way to the living room before Steph grabbed his arm and said, “And, for the record, there are days when I cannot believe how lucky I am. Yeah, for meeting Richie and Ruth and the chaos that comes with them, but mostly for meeting you, Pete.”

She laughs, running a hand through her hair, “Shit, I don’t even want to think about depressing my life would be if I hadn’t asked you to help me cheat on that biology test.”

And with that, plus a quick kiss to his jaw, she skipped away, leaving Peter slack-jawed and red-faced, trying desperately not to melt into a puddle on the spot.

“Come on Peter! We’re ordering pizza and then we’re gonna play Mario Party!”

Ruth’s voice spurred his brain back into semi-working order and he nearly tripped over his own feet in his scramble to the couch.

He made sure to throw himself on top of both Richie and Ruth, jabbing them with bony elbows and knees as he clambered in between Steph and Richie. Steph is in the middle of ordering the pizza, so Peter just leans back against Richie and reaches a hand across his lap to rest it on Ruth’s arm, smothering a laugh at her little bounce of excitement.

“And done!” Steph turns to them, “The pizza should be here in about thirty minutes, so we got some time to kill.”

“Should we set up Mario Party?” Ruth leaned out from beside Richie with hopeful eyes, careful not to dislodge Peter’s hand on her arm.

“Actually,” Peter could feel Richie tense beside him, knowing where this was going but refusing to move so that he wouldn’t upset Ruth, ���I think I remember promising Peter something yesterday. So, Ruth?”

Ruth perked up, a nervous smile already spreading across her face, “Uh, yeah?”

Steph’s grin turned wicked, “I think that you should start running.”

They’d both taken off before she’d even finished her sentence, leaving Peter to wrestle Richie down on his stomach.

“Peter! Pete! You don’t have to do this, man!”

Richie’s plea was punctuated by a shriek from somewhere in the house followed by peals of frantic laughter.

Peter cracked his knuckles before reaching down to rub them into the back of Richie’s ribs.

“What? This?” He had to raise his voice to be heard above Richie’s squeals, “This is revenge, Richie! He who shows no mercy will receive none in return!”

And, yeah, maybe he was being a little dramatic, but after the shit that Richie had pulled yesterday, Peter was having a pretty hard time feeling bad about it.

“How’s it going in here Pete?” Steph walked back into the living room pulling a stumbling, giggling Ruth alongside her. “Having fun?”

“Oh yeah, totally!” He replied, giving rapid-fire squeezes to Richie’s sides to hear the hysteric little squeaks he let out. “How about you?”

Steph pulled Ruth down beside her on the loveseat next to the couch, casually clawing her nails into Ruth’s stomach and speaking over the resulting shriek.

“I’m having a good time. I figured you’d want to help out with some of the revenge since it’s your revenge. So, what do you say, Pete, where do I go from here?”

She gestured at Ruth who looked up pleadingly at Peter.

“Nohohoho! Don’t say anythihihihing! I’ll stop complaining about you winning at Super Smash Bros!”

Peter hummed thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on Richie’s back to give him a bit of a breather while still keeping him on edge. Steph seemed entertained by his dramatics, and when has that been anything but encouraging?

He made direct eye contact with Ruth but directed his next words to Steph, “If you trace her wrists and her forearms really lightly, she’ll start screaming.”

Ruth started babbling half-hearted pleas for mercy that everybody could tell she didn’t mean, and Peter added, “Brace yourself because it will be loud. You have been warned.”

Steph’s nails touched down and Peter was immediately proven right as Ruth’s shriek seemed to rattle the glass around them. Steph’s delighted laugh was nearly drowned out, but her, “Huh. This is definitely a new one. Never hurts to have a kill-switch though,” certainly wasn’t.

Richie’s sudden attempt to buck his way out of Peter’s hold nearly succeeded due to his being distracted by Steph’s apparently evil tendencies and Ruth’s whining cackles as she desperately tried to pull her arm away.

“Oh no you don’t!” He used Richie’s momentum to flip him over to his back, making sure to immediately shove Richie’s hands under his knees and press down on them to prevent any attempts at turning the tables.

“Hey, Steph!” Peter called over, “Richie and I have basically known each other our entire lives since my brother and his uncle work together, do you wanna see his kill-switch?”

At those words, Steph’s eyes lit up at the same moment that Richie’s went wide and he started kicking out, hitting nothing but the arm of the couch.

“Hell yeah I do—”

“No! Nonononono Pete, you can’t do this to me! We’re best friends you can’t kill me!”

Richie stared up at him with his best puppy dog eyes, something that he would normally give in to if he didn’t have a girlfriend to impress.

Peter just pouted back at him, “Aw but Richie, I can’t disappoint Steph!”

And without giving him the chance to respond, Peter pushed his shirt up to his ribs, leaned down, and planted a raspberry right on his stomach.

Steph and Ruth actually clapped their hands around their ears at the scream that he let out but Peter, who’s dealt with his fair share of Richie’s bloodcurdling screeches, just took in another deep breath and leaned back down.

The second scream wasn’t as deafening as the first, and Peter could tell that Richie was getting tired, so he figured that he’d let him off the hook.

“So. Are you sorry about yesterday?”

When Richie took too long to answer, Peter started leaning back down again, and he basically tripped over his own tongue trying to get the words out.

“YES! I’m sohohohohorry! Petey plehehehease I’m dyhihihing!”

“Annnnndddd will you do my functions homework for the next week?”

“Peter!” Steph chided, “Cheating is wrong.”

They all froze for a moment before cracking up and Peter rolled off of Richie and held out a hand to help him up.

Instead of using it to pull himself up, Richie pulled Peter down on top of him. Instead of a counter-attack like he’d been expecting, Richie just wrapped his arms around Peter and yawned very loudly.

Right in his face.

“Dude, gross! I don’t need your nasty-ass breath in my face.” But instead of doing anything about it, Peter just relaxed into his hold.

This beautiful moment was broken by a camera flash going off and Steph exclaiming, “Awwwww! My cute boyfriend with his cute boyfriend! Fucking precious.”

The sarcasm had a genuine edge to it, but they both still flipped her matching birds.

“GERONIMO!” Was the only warning they got before Ruth came crashing down on top of them and, despite getting the wind knocked out of them, they shuffled around to make room for her on the increasingly crowded couch.

Ding-dong!

“That’s probably the pizza,” The trio stared at Steph for a moment, “Which I will be getting. There better be room on that couch for me when I get back!”

They lay there in silence for a moment before Ruth sighed, “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Ruth.”

“And I love Steph. She’s awesome.”

“Yeah,” Peter said, “She is pretty cool, huh?”

The overlapping groans from his friends only stoked the warmth in his chest as he squeezed them closer.

That’s when Steph skipped into view, pizza boxes in hand, “I have pizza!”

As they untangled themselves, Peter looked up at the girlfriend he was in love with, surrounded by the friends who made him feel whole, and knew that he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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Day Sixteen: Cackle

Summary: Steph wants to know if Peter, Ruth, and Richie want to come over to her place, but Ruth and Richie have decided to be pains in the ass so Peter doesn't think they should be allowed to.

They don't exactly take too kindly to that :)

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Guys. GUYS. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! I literally went crazy writing this fic why haven't I written them before?????? They're so precious and I just alsdj;kflasjkdsajdp you know?? Anyway, I hope that y'all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <33

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Peter was hanging out with Ruth and Richie at Richie’s after school.

Well, technically, they were supposed to be studying for the biology test at the end of the week, but it was only Monday, and none of them were that nervous about it.

And, the call of Super Smash Bros was just too strong to resist.

After winning his third game in a row, and subsequently performing his third victory dance, his friends started getting really competitive, which was a little terrifying considering the baseline level of Ruth’s competitiveness on any given day.

“Come on, Peter!” Ruth whined after a Smash Attack sent her flying off the platform, “When the hell did you get good at this? What happened to little Petey Pie who used to jump into the void all the time?”

Peter dodged an attack from Richie, floating up into the air just to slam back down, “He got sick of his friends kicking his ass all the time and decided to do some ass-kicking of his own. HA! Take that, fucker!”

The screen flashed as Ruth and Richie groaned, proclaiming Peter as the victor once more.

“You are not playing as your main next time! You can be, like, Doctor Mario or something.” Richie was already setting up the next game thanks to his eternal claim as player one.

I’m the best of you! And you’re the best of me! And together we are free—

“Hey Steph! What’s up?”

Peter ignored the way Richie gagged at the sound of his ringtone and how Ruth’s eyes lit up at Steph’s name, pressing his phone against his ear with his shoulder in order to select Steve from the collection of avatars before either of his friends could get to it.

“Oh, nothing much!” Steph’s voice came through a little tinny, and Peter wouldn’t be surprised if he was on speaker while she did some chores around the house.

“I was just wondering if you had anything planned tomorrow night.”

As Steph was talking, Ruth was doing her level best to crawl across Peter’s lap and put her ear up to his phone despite his attempts to elbow her away.

“Lemme hear!” Ruth hissed.

Peter just stuck his tongue out and redoubled his efforts.

“Uh, no, not really!” His phone jostled as Richie tried to wedge it out from under his ear and Peter had to snatch it back, “Why do you ask?”

“Are you doing alright over there, Pete?” Steph’s voice was tinged with amusement as though she could see the human pretzel that Ruth and Richie were dragging him into.

“Yeah! Everything’s fine!” Peter swatted Richie’s prying hands while attempting to use his feet to keep Ruth away, “What were you gonna ask?”

He could hear something rustle as Steph picked her phone up, turning it off of speaker mode and holding it up to her ear.

He could also hear the overlapping “Come onnnnnnn,” and “We just wanna say hi!” from his friends as Richie tried once again to worm his fingers around Peter’s phone.

“Ah!” And wriggling right against his neck.

Silence echoed as Ruth and Richie exchanged evil looks.

Aw fuck.

“—if you three would want to hang out at my place?” Peter had missed the first half of that sentence due to the now-sporadic squeezes at his knees and more purposeful scratching at his neck, but he was sure that he could make an educated guess.

“I, uh, I don’t know if they can mAKE ihit.”

He’d nearly gotten through the whole sentence without cracking, but then Ruth had started spidering her fingers in the soft spot behind his knees which she knew was unfair, and a small squeak had broken through.

Peter did his best to seal his lips shut as Steph said, “Aw, are you sure? My dad will be out and I can order all of us pizza.”

“Mhm!”

You see, Peter would feel bad about lying to Steph on a regular day. But, considering that his friends had decided to be conniving assholes today, he figured that she would forgive him just this once.

“Are you sure that you’re alright? You sound kinda…nervous.”

Steph sounded genuinely concerned, so Peter kicked Ruth back into the couch and threw an elbow into Richie’s gut so that he could scramble to his feet, trying to subtly catch his breath.

“Yeah, sorry!” They were both already up and after him, so Peter had to dodge grabbing hands as he said, “It’s just that I think Ruth and Richie are too busy being annoying little brats to hang out tomorrow night!”

Twin gasps echoed through the room as both Ruth and Richie’s jaws dropped in indignation.

“How dare you—”

“Spankoffski get your lying ass over here!”

Peter dove out of the way just in time to hear Steph’s “Ohhhhhhhh,” of realization before she broke out into laughter.

“You really had me worried for a second there, Pete!” Richie caught him around the waist and started the not-so-difficult process of wrestling him to the ground, “Maybe you can come over and they can join when they learn to behave!”

It seemed like Ruth heard that last part as she let out an affronted “HEY!”

“Yeah, I think that would be bEST—Wait! Richie nononono shihihihit!”

Ruth managed to pry his phone out of his hands as Richie went straight for the kill, drawing out frantic cackles with ruthless clawing at his ribs.

“Hey, Steph!” Ruth said cheerfully as a sudden jump to Peter’s upper ribs startled a shriek out of him before falling back into hysterics.

“This is for playing the same overpowered character in Smash Bros! SMASH ATTACK!” Richie cried as he vibrated a hand into his victim’s stomach, prompting him to curl up in hopeless defense.

Meanwhile, Ruth was still talking to Steph, “Oh, we would love to come over to hang out! But,” she added, cutting Peter a sly glance, “we don’t want to intrude if Peter doesn’t want us there!”

She stood there for a moment, nodding to whatever Steph was saying, “Of course! Here, you can ask him yourself!”

And then she hit a button on his phone and Steph’s voice rang out, “Hey Pete! So, I was just talking to Ruth and I wanted to double-check if you were totally sure about them not being able to make it tomorrow night.”

“Steheheheph! Hehehehelp!” Was all he could get out in between fits of laughter.

His friends broke out into giggles as Steph said, “I can’t do much for you right now, but if you bring Ruth and Richie over I could help you out with some well-earned revenge! How does that sound?”

Peter could feel Richie’s fingers falter at the threat and see the faint blush rising on Ruth’s face through the tears that had begun to form in his eyes.

“Okay! Deal! They can come!” He took advantage of Richie’s moment of hesitation to get out his response and quickly rolled away, popping up to snatch his phone back out of Ruth’s hands.

“See you tomorrow! Love you! Bye!” And he hung up the phone to the sound of Steph’s laughter before whirling around to his so-called friends.

Peter flung one choice finger out at Ruth, “Fuck you!”

And then the other at Richie, “Fuck you more!”

They just grinned at him as he slumped back down on the couch and reached for his controller, “I think I deserve to kick your asses for a bit now.”

The groans that they let out were undermined by the way they both picked up their own remotes before sitting on either side of him. Richie leaned against Peter while Ruth dropped her head on his shoulder, and the warmth seeped through to his very core.

Well, Peter thought as Richie hit play, there are definitely worse ways to spend an evening than with my two best friends.

Now to kick. Their. Asses.

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for the prompt thing could i ask for 13 with ler!paul and lee!richie?

they gotta have their much needed uncle/nephew bonding time! :D

This was SO MUCH FUN you have no idea!

Richie knew he was what some would call "scatter brained." Random thoughts would pop up at any time, day or night, and more often than not, he said what was on his mind.

"Hey Uncle Paul, how old are you?"

The question took him off guard and he looked at his nephew skeptically. "Uh, why are you asking?"

Richie shrugged, looking up from his phone. "I dunno, I just realized I don't know how old you are."

Paul thought it over and smirked. "Wait- guess."

Richie sat up straighter, rubbing his hands together mischievously. "46," Richie said, then immediately burst into laughter. Paul's eyes flew wide open in shock, and a little bit of betrayal.

"WHAT?" he screamed, making Richie laugh harder.

"It's a guess," he wheezed through his hysterics.

"THAT WAS SO FAR OFF!"

"Why're you yelling at me?" he asked, a smug, shit eating grin on his face.

"THAT WASN'T EVEN CLOSE! Like- okay so normally, when people ask that question they say, like, a little bit younger. "Was that your little bit younger guess?"

"Uh, yeah," Richie quipped. "You're like 49, aren't you?"

"What?" Paul cried out for the millionth time,

"So was I right?" he asked, as if that's what anyone would gleam from that reaction.

"Hell no! I'm not even in my 40's!" he exclaimed. Richie turned to him with furrowed brows.

"Oh. Really?" Then it seemed to "dawn" on him as his jaw dropped in revelation. A small gasp escaped as he spoke, "Oh I knew it, I was just being nice," he nodded solemnly.

"NO I'M NOT IN MY 50's, WHAT DO YOU MEAN "I KNEW IT"?" Paul screeched, making Richie fall against the couch in a fit of laughter. "I'M ONLY 32!"

"Damn, you old as hell," Richie mocked through bouts of laughter.

"Excuse me?" Paul asked, using his "mean adult" voice to get his attention. Richie didn't answer beyond hysterical laughter. "Hey! Don't laugh while I'm trying to talk to you!" he scolded lightly, fighting off a smile.

"What're you gonna do about it, old man?" he goaded. It was rare to see Uncle Paul so worked up, and it was hilarious.

"What I have to," he answered forlornly. Without warning, or perhaps that was Richie's warning, he latched onto his closest knee and squeezed. He shrieked and jerked his leg away, panic setting in as the tickling didn't stop.

“Wait wahahait I’m sohorry!” he pleaded, tucking his legs close to his chest and backed into the corner of the couch.

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be,” Paul said with a smirk, reaching over to “crack an egg” on his knees, sending him into a fit of laughter. He drummed his feet on the couch, shaking his head back and forth.

“Ihihi’m sohorry nohohow!” he pleaded with a snort. Paul chuckled and decided to show the kid some mercy. He leaned back and ruffled his hair.

“Heh, yeah you are.”

[amazingmsme]

Hi! I’m quite new to this fandom but I thought I’d drop an ask! Do you have any tk headcanons for if Paul, Emma and Richie lived together? I feel like they’d make such a cute weird little family. Thanks!

Omg hi & welcome to the fandom!

So if Richie were to live with Uncle Paul & Emma it would mean that something either happened to his parents, or maybe they left the country on a business trip or even missionary work. Any way you justify it, he’s still young & needs to live with a trusted guardian, & that just so happens to be Paul

Paul is so awkward & nervous at first because he wants to make sure that Richie feels right at home, so he lowkey hovers & acts like Regina George’s mom & Emma’s like “chill bro he’s your nephew not the king”

Richie is v impressed by his uncle’s cool hot new girlfriend & with Emma standing RIGHT THERE he straight up asks Paul “so have you hit it? 😏”

Paul is mortified & is trying to stutter out an answer but Emma’s faster & says “more times than I can count!” & holds up her hand for a high five. Paul promptly puts her arm down

Paul & Richie grow a lot closer during this time & Paul will sometimes reward him for good grades or behavior by letting him play hooky & takes him to do something fun

Ok & now what y’all actually came here for

If you’ve seen my other headcanons for Paul being Richie’s uncle, then you’ll know how Richie would get him to play tickle games like tag & hide & seek or other things that Richie would make up on the spot. Once he got older Paul stopped because he just assumed he was getting “too old” for that kind of thing & he didn’t want to be the cliche embarrassing family member. But after moving in, Richie brings up some of the memories & he kinda seems like he misses it

& Paul gets a rare bout of mischief, & decides it’s been way too long since he’s heard that kid laugh. & when he was younger, Paul would pretend to be the tickle monster & talk in a funny growly voice. & Paul clears his throat & does The Voice. He’s a little rusty but Richie immediately knows what he’s doing & is all giggly & tripping over himself as he runs away & Paul’s just doing the slow ass Michael Myers walk

Emma’s confused but very amused as she watches her boyfriend chase him down & act all goofy & once he catches him she yells her encouragement

Paul is a very silly ler, especially with Richie & it makes him laugh even more than usual

He’ll refrain from teasing him too much when his friends are over, but he’ll poke or squeeze his sides just to make him squeak

After they get comfortable with each other, which doesn’t take very long, Paul recruits Emma’s help in cheering up Richie whenever it’s needed. & he convinces Richie to help him wreck Emma too

It backfires when Richie walks in on Emma completely destroying Paul & she asks for some help. Sucks to suck, don’t it Paul?

Richie tries to imitate Paul’s tickle monster voice & it flusters him sooooo much

They’re just one big happy family ok I love them so damn much!

[amazingmsme]

this is the most random weird pairing but like just hear me out…

lee!richie with any ler!lord in black (maybe wiggly 👀)

MDGSMWJD I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS OMGGG WIGGLY WOULD THINK HE’S SO ANNOYING BECAUSE HE WON’T SHUT UP & HIS ENERGY IS JUST TOO MUCH TO DEAL WITH

Got a lil carried away so I’ll spare y’all’s dash

Like just imagine Richie walking through the Black & White & he’s all confused & scared & out of the abyss he sees The Onceler IRL & freaks out but in a good way. He’s the first life form he’s seen in this endless nothingness & it’s the fucking Onceler??? He doesn’t know what the hell is going on but he’s rolling with it!

Walks right up to him like “excuse me, Onceler sir?”

“Excuse you indeed”

“I like your cosplay! :D”

“… my what?”

Cue Richie launching into a tangent about cosplay & the Onceler & Wiggly snaps at him for even thinking he’s that technicolor abomination. So Richie apologizes like “sorry, my mistake… you’re like if the Onceler & Slenderman had a baby!” & let’s just say he really should not have said that because now Wiggly’s even more ticked off. But Richie is oblivious & just scrolling through pictures to show him & trying to convince him it’s not an insult, they’re both really cool!

But Wiggly is just not having any of it & is like “you’ve insulted me for the last time!” & busts out the tentacles & Richie’s like oh shit oh fuck please don’t kill me I’m sorry! & it’s like well damn, you’re already dead I can’t kill you even if I wanted to… I’ll just tickle you instead. So he just goes “no… I plan on doing something much worse”

& he grabs him with a tentacle & Richie screams cause he’s expecting the worst but then he feels something slip under his shirt & start tickling him? & he’s squirming in his hold & trying to wiggle away & is like “hey that tickles” & Wiggly just lets out an evil chuckle like “I know”

& then he realizes that’s what his plan was all along & he starts struggling even more & is like “I-I’m sorry I called you the Onceler! I’ll do anything you want, just let me go!” & that’s the last thing he should’ve said

“Anything?” 👀 “Yeah, anything!” “Okay Richie… laugh” & before he can even do or say anything else he’s laughing hysterically & already begging for mercy. & maybe Wiggly says something a little too close to one of the doll’s voice lines & Richie’s like WAIT A FUCKING SECOND! & he just blurts out “are you that damn tickle doll??” Cause he’s certain he is but also that’s just a silly little toy, he’s not real!

& Wiggly is all defensive like “it’s a vessel! A VESSEL!” Cause he’s used to hearing shit from his brothers but Richie just nods & goes along with it like mhm yep totally, a vessel, got it. But he’s still a little salty so he takes it out on poor Richie

& his laugh is so cute & infectious, Wiggly starts to have fun with it & teases him about his reactions & his squeaky laugh

Ok but also, since he’s dead, his asthma isn’t a think & Richie’s freaking out because shouldn’t he have had an asthma attack by now? Shouldn’t he be wheezing? He’s never been tickled for this long before wtf is happening? & also internally panicking because he shouldn’t be having this much fun

Ok but after Wiggly lets him go Richie just starts following him because he doesn’t know what else to do & Wiggly is so done but he just lets it happen

They’re walking in silence for a while & Richie’s been thinking it over & he just goes “so if you’re the doll… doesn’t that mean you’re ticklish too?” & Wiggly stops dead in his tracks & glares him down & says “do you ever shut the fuck up?” & Richie just goes quiet & Wiggly thinks that’s that & then he hears him mumble “I’ll take that as a resounding yes”

& then Richie’s running for his life (afterlife?) because Wiggly really didn’t appreciate that little quip

[amazingmsme]

i like to imagine that paul and/or emma found out Richie was ticklish from him telling a story about his friends and accidentally going “And then pete decided to be an asshole and start tickling m-” and they both just sit there staring at eachother until richie just bolts in the opposite direction

Lzvalahdd that’s so funny omg! Tumblr has brainwashed me so I’ve fully adopted Paul as Richie’s uncle into my belief system, so I think he’s already privy to that information & wouldn’t be surprised, but he would absolutely act like it’s new information that he simply must act upon

Emma on the other hand doesn’t know until Richie slips up & lets the cat outta the bag. Richie realizes what he’s saying as he says it & cuts himself off mid sentence & Emma just gets this evil sparkle in her eyes & is like “no no, what were you saying? Go on, I’m listening” pretending to be all innocent & curious & Richie’s gut is telling him it’s a trap but Emma’s always been really nice & sweet to him so he ignores his instincts & repeats himself & she’s like “wait, so he did this?” & then she starts squeezing his sides & he’s cursing himself for falling for such an obvious trick

[amazingmsme]

do u have any npmd headcanons? ive been obsessed with it the last couple days but the tk fanbase is basically non existent </3

Anon: do you have any tickle hcs for the npmd characters? excited 4 your spankoffski bros fic later this month ❤️

Sorry it took a while, but I finally got around to finishing these! This got a little long because I have a lot of Thoughts about these nerdy prudes (& jock)

Gotta start off with the queen p herself,

Grace Chasity

Even tho she’s an only child, she’s a great babysitter so I think she’s a very silly & playful ler

That said, she’s absolutely the kind of annoying preppy kid who’s way too friendly & thinks you’re close when you’re like, acquaintances at best & will try to tickle you randomly

Steph has actually punched her because she expected it to be Max or another bully. She said she was sorry even tho she wasn’t really that sorry lmao

She thinks that tickling is a wholesome enough activity to allow her peers to engage in it (yes, ALLOW them)

She prefers to give out quick pokes or squeezes rather than outright tickling unless she considers you a close friend

She prefers to be more on the giving end for some particular reason (power trip)

She’s pretty moderately ticklish in all the usual spots, probably a solid 6 out of 10 in total

She associates it with family bonding & her parents tickled her a lot as a kid, so it reminds her of a happy time in her life

Her worst spots are her tummy, neck & feet

Ruth

This poor touch starved baby is so lee you have no idea

She’s definitely more lee than ler mostly because she’s too shy to initiate anything herself

The only ones that are exempt are Peter & Richie because she’s gotta find some way to assert dominance in their group

Her favorite target is Richie because it’s the easiest way to win their playful arguments

The only place that’s off limits are her underarms. She’s way too self conscious to let anyone try to tickle her there & she’s afraid it would hurt because of the blisters, but she’s ticklish in plenty other places so she’s still easily wreckable

She’s absolutely part of this community are you kidding? She has a blog & writes fics & everything. She daydreams about her friends tickling her & cuddling her but she could never bring herself to tell them that she likes it

They know tho, she tries to entice them by stretching a lot & being sassy & it works most of the time. She also never tells them to stop either

Her most ticklish spots are her neck/ears, ribs & back

She gets so excited but also so NERVOUS if she thinks you’re about to tickle her, it’s the cutest thing ever. She stutters a lot & backs up & when she finally tries to make a run for it, she kinda just goes back & forth because she doesn’t know the best escape route & gets caught so easily

Has a really sweet, high pitched giggle that she thinks is embarrassing & she covers her face whenever she’s tickled

She has to work herself up to tickle someone, even if she’s getting revenge

Her first instinct when tickled is to curl up & hide

She gets really flustered when asked if she’s ticklish & it’s obvious that she is even when she insists she “really isn’t guys!”

Richie

He’s got the power of God & anime on his side, & he’ll need it with how ticklish he is!

He’s so jittery & twitchy any time you touch him because he’s used to his friends randomly tickling him because he always has such funny reactions

Flails around & screams before cackling at the top of his lungs

He likes to talk a big game to try & scare you off but as soon as your hands touch his sides he’s crumbling to the ground

Dude always wears shorts no matter the weather so his knees are free real estate

He also wears baggy shirts & hoodies so it’s so easy for Peter & Ruth to slip their hands inside when he’s least expecting it

Gets giggly & panicky right before an attack & desperately tries to bargain for a way out (it never works)

Despite how ticklish he is, he’s usually the one to instigate

It’s his go to method for winning an argument against Ruth, so long as she doesn’t strike first

He likes to deliver rapid pokes or squeezes while acting like he’s not doing anything

When he’s tickling his friends, he just carries on the conversation but he’s talking way louder to be heard over their laughter

He’s not super easily embarrassed because he’s fully aware cringe is dead but if you do get him to blush, he turns BRIGHT red

When he laughs he squints his eyes & leans forward & usually holds onto someone for support

He has a very loud & borderline shrill laugh

His worst spots are his ribs, sides, & knees (specifically the backs but you didn’t hear it from me)

Peter

This poor dude is SO lee coded, sorry I don’t make the rules

He’s the younger brother so Automatic Lee

Ted used to play goofy tickle games with him & now that he’s older he insists he’s “grown out of it” but Ted still instigates their old shenanigans. Sometimes he just gets a lil nostalgic & decides to torment his baby bro

Peter tries to act like he can’t stand them, but secretly he has just as much fun as Ted. It reminds him of when they used to be closer & things weren’t as bad, & it’s a way for them to connect after years of growing apart

That said, he will still fight tooth & nail to get away because he knows how ruthless Ted can be when it comes to him

Wasn’t until he was in high school that Peter really started gunning for revenge

Out of the nerd trio, he’s def the favorite target. He’s got a really adorable, infectious laugh & is kinda uncoordinated with his king gangly limbs, so he’s an easy target

When he tries to be the only reasonable one, they’ll tickle him until he caves in to their demands

He’s so skinny so the boney areas like ribs, hips & knees are gonna be major hot spots, but he’s crazy ticklish pretty much everywhere

He acts annoyed & put out after he’s tickled because he doesn’t want anyone to know he doesn’t really mind it, but he kinda over corrects into the “I’ve been waiting five fucking years” asshole territory

He has a very traditional, dorky laugh that’s high pitched & loud & he snorts a lot & it embarrasses him to no end but once Steph heard it she’s like “no this is the greatest sound I’ve ever heard”

He gets super giggly if you even threaten him with tickles & he starts to protect himself by hugging his arms around his chest but it does NOTHING to help & only gives them a clue as to where he’s ticklish

He either thrashes around like a bull in a china cabinet or curls up like an armadillo, those are your options

His laugh has a wide range from high pitched giggles to loud dorky cackles & it’s the best. He & Ted have a similar laugh

Peter likes to tease him that he got his tickle spots from him & is always forced to take it back

Literally a walking tickle spot, but his worst spots are knees, hips, ribs neck/ears & back. Dude is too ticklish for his own good

Steph

My favorite girlie pop, she tries to act so cool & aloof but she is actually sooo ticklish it’s not even funny (can’t stand the new trend of making all the girl characters unstoppable lers & not very ticklish while giving all the attention to the men. Girl bosses can be ticklish too!)

That said, she can do a pretty good job of hiding it if she doesn’t like the person trying to tickle her. But if her guard is down & she’s in a good mood, she’s a giggly mess in seconds

I think trying to hard to be the cool kid & the mayors daughter puts a lot of stress on her, so she’s pretty willing to let herself laugh & have fun otherwise

She only tickles people she’s close or comfortable with, but she likes to strike when they’re least expecting it

She has long nails & knows how to use them to get the best reactions

Her methods range from lightly dragging her nails over your skin to quick scribbles to ruthless squeezes. Her attacks are sporadic to keep her lee guessing & on the edge of their seat!

When she teases, it’s a lot of compliments & cooing over you & trust me, it’s just as flustering as it sounds

Just because she can hold her own in a tickle fight doesn’t mean she’s not devastatingly ticklish in her own right. She tries to claim she’s not as ticklish as she actually is, but it’s evident by how hard she’s laughing

Her laugh is really sweet & honestly such a bright sound it literally lights up a room. & don’t even get me started on her smile

Before she cracks & laughs she has the widest grin you’ve ever seen because she’s determined to stay tough & strong. It always starts with a giggle & works it’s way up to loud bubbly laughter

She has dimples but only when she’s REALLY smiling so most people don’t know. But you can see them when she’s getting tickled

She’s a squirmer but other than that, doesn’t really fight back aside from normal thrashing

Her most ticklish spots are her thighs, tummy & armpits but her neck & ears are also pretty high up there

Pete is in love with her laugh almost as much as she’s in love with his (when it comes to being a simp my girl takes the cake)

Max

Mean little shit but I know y’all would be disappointed if I didn’t include him (& honestly so would I)

Is a switch at heart but forces himself to be full ler because “only chicks like being tickled” (whatever you say bro)

Has actually used tickling to bully the nerds for a short while after the anti bullying assembly because “it doesn’t count if I don’t hurt them!” But it wore off kinda quick because he just liked hurting them more jxgaakdhf

He’ll still resort to it if he’s in a better mood than normal or wants to embarrass more than maim

Peter & Richie are the usual victims of this kind of torment, but he treats them a lot nicer when he’s tickling them than when he uses other methods

Still an asshole & his teases border more on the lines of bullying because he’s gotta stick to the brand

His normal victims tho are the other jocks. They roughhouse a lot & while he’s asserted his dominance as the top dog at school, during tickle fights his friends aren’t as scared to stand up to him & give him a taste of his own medicine

He gets a little too into it when tickling someone & can get a little rough sometimes. If he realizes he’s hurting rather than tickling he’ll be sure to lighten his touch because that’s not his goal at the moment

When he’s tickled he tries to throw punches so watch out! But if it’s his friends he’ll purposefully miss but try to act like he’s fighting for his life because there’s no way he likes this! It’s not fun, you’re making him laugh against his will!

Spoiler alert he does think it’s fun tho, he just won’t say

Poor Grace is his absolute favorite victim & he will launch surprise attacks on her in the halls when she least expects it. & while she does think it’s fun & wholesome, she knows that he doesn’t see it like that because he’s just a dirty dude! So she gets all flustered & huffy when he does it & he thinks she’s super hot when she’s angry & worked up

She’s got so fed up with his shit she gets in his face like “let’s see how YOU like it!” & his heart’s beating so fast because she’s so close to him & he’s right about to make a move & kiss her but instead screams at the top of his lungs when she digs into his sides

He’s more ticklish than he’s willing to admit & is more sensitive on the more toned parts of his body like abs, thighs & shoulders with his belly being his most ticklish spot

He’s lowkey embarrassed by tickling because he thinks it’s fun & makes him feel all giddy so he tries not to end up of the receiving end. It still happens tho😊

In one of the infinite timelines in Hatchetfield, the nerds’ plan works as planned & Max loves the party so much that he realizes he had them pegged all wrong & starts to hang out with them & is over all nicer to them & he doles out lots of playful tickle attacks on his favorite dorks

That’s all I got for now! Hope y’all enjoy, stay nerdy!

[amazingmsme]

HERES MY FIRST FIC ATTEMPT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! - ☁️

Steph, Ruth, Pete and Richie were all sitting in Pete’s basement, just talking and laughing. When Steph and Ruth left to go out for a girls day, Pete immediately grabbed two Nintendo Switch controllers and turned to Richie.

“Oh, it’s on, Peter.” Richie snatched the controller out of Pete’s hand and booted up Mario Kart.

The game started how it always does, Pete in the lead with Richie coasting by in 3rd and 4th. A small smirk formed onto Richie’s face as he comes up with a plan, during the final lap he slyly reached his hand around Pete and “tasered” his side. Pete let out a loud shriek and dropped his control, but the time he picked it up, Richie had snuck into first.

“Ohhh! How does it feel to lose, Pete?” Richie crossed his arms and laughed at Pete, his laugh slowly died down when he saw the look of vengeance on Pete’s face. Richie immediately scrambled to his feet and tried to run, but his best friend grabbed him by the belt loop and yanked him back down onto the floor.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Richie said through giggles. He’s already trying to scoot away from Pete, but he isn’t making it very far.

“I haven’t even done anything, man! What are you freaking out over? Oh! Do you think I’m going to do this?” Pete asks with pseudo innocence. He doesn’t give Richie time to process his question before he starts squeezing to tops of his knees, causing Richie’s legs to jolt forward, and for laughter to start filling the room.

Pete couldn’t play dumb any longer and he started to laugh along with Richie, throughly enjoying his reactions. He moves his hands up to squeeze his Richie’s hips, which pulled a snort from the blue haired boy.

“So, are you going to apologize for cheating at Mario Kart?” Pete asks through his own chuckles, squeezing Richie’s hips and sides with every word.

“YEHEHES!! I’M SOHOHORRY!” Richie squawks out, pushing at Pete’s shoulders. Pete, satisfied with the apology, pulls his hands away and ruffles Richie’s hair.

“Damn right you are.”

KXHSLSEVDKDJ THIS IS SO SO SO CUTE YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE MEEEEE!!!!

[amazingmsme]

all i can think about it your headcanon on the jocks tickling Richie before a game 😭🙏

richie is absolutely taking that to his GRAVE ‼️ he will not let Ruth or Pete find out EVER (until Kyle lets it slip out 🫢)

Omg yeeees I’m so happy you like them so much! I just think they’d all get really excited & pumped up about the game after wrecking him & hearing his adorable laughter! Ok but the jocks would just mention it plain as day & it flusters Richie SOOOO much you have no idea! He never plans on letting Pete & Ruth find out, but I feel like they probably walked in & saw it one time & gave them pointers on his worst spots & what techniques work best

[bow-of-aros]

Day Thirty: Trick or Treat

Summary:

Look, in Ted's defense, Peter did say TRICK or treat. It's not his fault that the kid didn't specify which one.

Second to last day is completed! I think this one is really cute and I love the dynamic of all of them here. Ted went from "Oh god they're all nerds" to "Holy shit am I adopting MORE teenagers?!" and I am here for it. The Peter and Ted relationship is part of me as a person now so I hope that y'all enjoy!! <33

Ted was down to his last three candies to give to this year’s trick or treaters and he was eager to get rid of them. He’d contemplated just turning off his lights and keeping them for himself, but that had just seemed wrong somehow.

Pete and his dork-ass friends and slightly less dork-ass girlfriend were out actually doing the trick-or-treating, dressed up as the Scooby gang, even though they were all seventeen or eighteen years old.

He’d sent them off with an amused, if slightly condescending, smile, to which Richie of all people had responded with, “Just because you were deprived of simple childhood joys after you were deemed too old to be happy doesn’t mean that we have to do the same.”

Yeah, it had surprised him too.

Either way, he’d sent them off after making them promise to be safe, earning an eyeroll from his little brother and an enthusiastic “We will!” from the rest of them which was good enough for Ted.

Just as he was finishing off the second of the two beers he’d allotted himself for the night—What? It’s Halloween!—the doorbell rang.

Fucking finally. Ted paused whatever cheesy horror flick he’d thrown on and made his way to the front door, deciding that even if it was just one kid they could have the rest of the candy.

And he opened the door to Shaggy, Velma, Daphne, and Fred.

“TRICK OR TREAT!” Peter and his friends shouted gleefully at him, holding out full buckets after an apparently very fruitful night.

Ted looked down at his bowl, three candies, four kids.

He could definitely work with this.

He tossed one bar at Steph, “Coffee crisp for you,” then Ruth, “KitKat for you,” Richie, “Mars bar for you which makes you correct because it’s the best,” and finally, he turns to Peter.

The kid looks at him expectantly, “What do I get?”

Ted gestures with the bowl, “Come and see.”

Peter takes a step, crosses through the doorway, gets close enough to peer into the bowl, “There’s nothing in—HEY!”

The second that he got close enough, Ted tossed aside the bowl and wrapped Peter in a massive bear hug, dragging him back so the rest of the kids can enter and watch the show.

“Ted?! What the fuck are you doing?”

His struggles are half-hearted, Peter trusts him enough to not do anything too bad and his nerdy ass is probably curious about where he’s going with this.

Ted grins up at the kid—Up? When the hell had that happened?!—and says, “Well, I’ve run out of treats, so you get the trick! Happy Halloween, Petey!”

And with that, Ted digs his fingers into Pete’s sides, laughing at the shriek he let out before half-sagging against him with the force of his cackles.

“WAIT! Tehehehehed I cahahan’t!” In response, Ted mercifully changed spots and clawed up to his ribs and holy shit the kid had a pair of pipes on him. Thank fuck it’s Halloween or that scream might’ve had people calling the cops on him.

While Pete babbled out please and claims that he was dying! Ted please!, his friends had seemingly no qualms about cheering on his demise from the sidelines.

Steph was just smiling sappily because she and Peter were disgustingly in love, but Ruth and Richie were really having a go at it.

“And he moves to the ribs! A bold move going for the kill this early but it looks like it’s really paying off!” Ruth was holding her KitKat up to her mouth like it was a microphone and she was commentating on a big game.

Richie takes his cue to join in, “Oh, what’s this? It would seem as though Peter’s knees are buckling! What a shame that he’s giving in so soon.”

Peter, through his laughter, still managed to flip off his friends as they were speaking, which of course did the exact opposite of discouraging them.

“What a poor display of sportsmanship! Something like that should be penalized!” Ted was paying enough attention to realize that the last part was directed at him, and who was he to deny these kids the show they so clearly wanted.

Ted made sure that Peter was secure, and also listened to his breathing to make sure that he wasn’t dying, and moved a hand up to scratch behind his ear. And, as he’d expected, the resulting snorts mingled in with frantic giggles brought on a new wave of cheers.

“Yeah! Get him Mr. Spankoffski!”

Ted managed to point a threatening finger at Richie, “I swear to God, kid. If you call me that one more time, you’re next! It’s Ted.”

It was quiet, but he still managed to make out his panicked, “Yes, Ted! Sorry Ted!”

Perfect, looks like his older brother fear factor is still in full swing. Just what he likes to see.

“Tehehehehed! Please lehehehet me gohohoho! I’m sohohohorry!”

Oh shit, he’d almost forgotten about Peter.

He’ll let him off the hook in just a second.

“What are you sorry for?” He shot a wink at the kids who were snickering to each other. Apparently they’ve all figured out that if you keep at it for long enough, Peter will start apologizing for shit that never even happened. IT’s pretty damn funny.

Peter, now curled up enough to have to look up at him, does so with his sad little Bambi eyes and says, “I don’t knohohohohow! Plehehehehease Teddy!”

And, well, how could he say no to that?

Ted sets the kid free and practically tosses him over to his friends who reliably catch him. Steph intertwines her fingers with his while Ruth and Richie practically hang off of him while he huffs out lingering giggles.

He can’t help but smile at them, it’s really nice to see that Peter has this tight-knit group that really cares about him. Ted knows that his high school years would’ve been much improved if he’d had something like that, so he’s happy that his little brother is having a better go at it than he did.

“You are mean!” Peter glares at him, but there’s no heat in those still crinkled eyes, so Ted just laughs while he wanders into the kitchen.

“Yeah, well you said trick or treat!” He grabs the pack of Red Vines he’d picked up specifically for Peter because they were his favourite even though they were disgusting. “You can’t blame me for picking the more fun option!”

Ted walks back into the living room and tosses the candy at Peter, watching as he almost drops it three separate times before getting a good grip on it.

“Now, I’m fucking exhausted. You kids try not to stay up too late, and if you’re loud enough to somehow wake me up,” He looked hard at each one of them, “You will face the consequences.”

He didn’t even get two steps before Peter threw himself at Ted and wrapped him up in a hug of his own. It took about two seconds for the rest of the kids to follow suit and Ted ended up in the middle of a confusingly nice group hug.

“Uh, kid? You alright? Did I break you or something?”

A laugh came from somewhere in the group and Peter said, “I’m fine Ted. Just wanted to say thanks for the candy.”

They unwound themselves from around him, but not before a volley of pinches and pokes had him yelping and batting away mischievous hands.

“Love you Teddy!”

“Yeah! Thanks, Ted!”

“Thank you!”

“Thanks, Mr. Spankoff—Ted!” A sharp glance had Richie quickly correcting himself, “Thanks Ted!”

He grumbled and waved his hands at them as he climbed the stairs, listening to their excited chatter and the unwrapping of various candy. As soon as he was out of sight though, Ted let a fond grin spread across his face.

They could hang around as much as they needed, he decided.

They were good kids.

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Day Twenty-Eight: Spooked

Summary:

Peter is determined to finally spook the unspookable Stephanie Lauter. It doesn't go quite as well as he hoped.

Hey folks!! I'm actually in love with this fic they're all so fucking CUTE! Need me a friend group like this immediately. Just alksdjajsljkdajksk THEM <33 Anyways hope that y'all enjoy!!

“Boo!”

Steph glanced over her shoulder at Peter, eyebrow raised in amusement at his disappointment when she didn’t so much as blink.

“Hey Pete. What’s up?”

A smirk was playing across her lips as he slumped down next to her with an exaggerated sigh. Still, he leaned forward a bit when she went to wrap an arm around his shoulders and leaned into her in their little booth at Beanie’s with a smile.

“Do you just have no fear?” Peter asked, “Is that what it is? Because I have it on good authority that I am very sneaky based on how Ruth and Richie both scream every time I ‘appear’ beside them.”

“Guess I’m just too tough. Sorry, babe.”

Steph couldn’t help but laugh at Peter’s groan, something that did not distract from the faint blush creeping up his face. Honestly, sometimes Steph thought that her boyfriend was too cute and she’d explode with the strain of not squeezing him until he popped.

Mercifully, she refrained from doing so, settling for tweaking his ribs and melting a bit at the giggly little shriek he let out.

Too fucking cute.

“It’s my new mission,” Peter said, cautiously uncurling from around Steph’s hand after she reassured him that she was done, “In the spirit of Halloween, I will spook Stephanie Lauter if it’s the last thing I ever do!”

The last part was proclaimed with a grave determination that had Steph laughing.

“Yeah, alright Squeak-offski,” She fluttered her fingers against his neck and, yep, there it was, “Whatever you say. But, every time you try and fail, I get to tickle you. Sound fair?”

Peter’s jaw dropped as he started stuttering, “I, uh—”

Steph cut him off gleefully, “Great! I look forward to your next attempt.”

Before Peter could protest, the bell jangled and Richie and Ruth walked in, bickering as usual, and slid in next to them. Peter was soon roped into the argument and the previous conversation was dropped.

But it wasn’t forgotten.

Peter was determined to see his mission through, even with Steph’s threat looming over him should he not succeed. What it really meant was that he just had to make every attempt count to minimize damage.

It didn’t exactly go to plan.

His first attempt, he’d waited two days after their declaration of battle so that Steph would have let her guard down. They were all supposed to get together for a horror marathon at Peter’s place, so he’d asked Ted to let her in and send her to the basement.

Everything had been running smoothly, he’d stayed quiet, the lights had been off, and there had even been some eerie music playing in the background for dramatic effect.

Except, when he’d jumped out at her from behind some streamers, Steph hadn’t even flinched and Peter was cackling under her hands within seconds.

And then Ruth and Richie had decided to show up, and it had all gone downhill for Pete from there.

Since then, he’d made his plans less elaborate, hoping to be lucky enough to just catch her off guard for a seconds, but it had never happened.

Peter’s days had been filled with a lot more laughter lately, and that’s how he got his idea.

Well, it was that and watching Ruth tickle Steph nearly to tears to get her to admit that headgear was the hottest new accessory, but that’s beside the point.

He waited until one day after school when Steph was distracted by Ruth and Richie who had, once again, dragged some innocent bystander into one of their arguments. Then, he started silently creeping up behind her, catching his friends’ eyes and holding a finger up to his lips.

Their eyes darted back to Steph and they kept talking like nothing had happened, and that’s why Ruth and Richie are his best friends.

And three… Two…

“BOO!”

Peter dug his fingers into her sides, revelling in the shriek of surprise before Steph started laughing and tugging frantically at his hands.

As her knees buckled and he lowered her gently down, wriggling his fingers all the while, he proclaimed his victory, “Aha! I have felled the fearless! My reign shall be long and prosperous!”

Peter took a step back, grinning at the sight of Steph giggling up at him.

“Yohou are a fucking cheater Spankoffski!” Then she turned her accusing finger on Ruth and Richie who had been thoroughly enjoying the show up until this point, “And you two knew what was happening and you betrayed me!”

It was silly and everyone was feeling ridiculous, so maybe that’s why Richie said, “Yeah, well, we had to help Sir Peter slay Steph the Fearless! It’s our sworn duty!”

At that, something in Steph’s expression changed and she slowly rose to her feet and faced them.

“Well, maybe you should’ve checked if I was really dead, because now Steph the Fearless is going to get your asses! Starting with you!”

And she launched herself at Peter, clawing at his ribs as he toppled over with a shriek.

“Wahahahait! Steph nononono!” His gaze shifted up to his friends, “Ruth! Richie! Hehehehelp!”

They exchanged a nervous look before Ruth straightened her shoulders, “I’ll save you Sir Peter! RAHHHHHH!”

Her battle cry rang as she threw herself into the fray, dragging Richie in with her as a human meat shield.

Man, Peter thought, tangled up and laughing with the people he cared about the most in the world, my friends are fucking dorks.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Day Twenty-Three: Sweet

Summary:

Ruth and Richie are coming over to help Peter get ready for his Valentine's Day date with Steph. He just wants to make sure that they know he appreciates them, and they return the favour.

IT'S HERE!!!! Sorry folks my brain was not working yesterday, I spent the whole day doing an English assignment and then crashed super hard. But I'm back today and here's day 23 (hopefully I'll get day 24 up later tonight) with my favourite sillies!! Hope that y'all enjoy <33

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It was Valentine’s Day.

Normally, Peter Spankoffski would be hanging out with Ruth and Richie on some park bench, watching all the couples walk by and making up elaborate stories about how they would one day break up.

But this was his first Valentine’s Day with an honest to God girlfriend, and Ruth and Richie had taken great pains to say that they would kill him if he fucked this up.

Brutally.

And possibly with an ax, that part had been unclear.

Anyway, he was taking Steph out to Pasqualli’s tonight—“Pasqualli’s?!” Ted had exclaimed gleefully, “My little brother has got some game! You really are my kid!”—and he wanted it to be perfect.

Yeah, he’d tried to tell Ted that he wasn’t his kid, but his older brother had just wiped away a fake tear and said how proud he was, which had left Peter feeling too warm to argue.

In preparation for his date, and to soothe any lingering nerves, he’d invited Ruth and Richie over to help him get ready.

Or, at least, that’s what he’d told them.

They hadn’t said anything, but Peter knew that they were upset that they weren’t going to spend the day together like they had been for years. Sure, the day was typically meant for romance, but to those three it was a “Re-fortifying of their eternal bond,” as Richie had once called it.

Peter wanted to make sure that they still felt appreciated, and that Richie and Ruth knew that he still loved them even though he has a girlfriend.

And yeah, he said that he loved them. No matter what Ted might think, toxic masculinity is not cool and Peter can actually express his emotions without getting all insecure about it.

Take that society!

Ding-dong!

The clock read 4:58 and Peter had asked them to be there at five. He wasn’t sure that these two had even been on time for anything in their lives. The fact that they were here early for him was actually really touching.

He heard the door open as Ted said something snarky about being a good host before Ruth and Richie burst into his room.

Ruth looked like she was buzzing with excitement, eyes bright as she hops in place.

Richie looked like he was sick of Ruth’s bullshit. In a fond way, of course.

“Hi Peter! Are you so excited to—Hey what’s that?”

Ruth’s question was cut off by Peter handing her a car with a heart-shaped lollipop on it. It had a big picture of a mushroom on the front and read You take up so mushroom in my heart! When she opened it up, Peter had written a little note that said Even though I’m dating Steph. You and Richie are still my partners in crime! Happy Valentine’s Day xoxo.

She froze, blinking rabidly as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing, so Peter decided to take advantage of that and hand Richie his card.

His had a giant poké ball on the front and said If you were a Pokémon, I’d choose you! And inside the card was his own lollipop and a Happy Valentine’s Day to my first ever valentine! You, me, and Ruth are forever!!

The shock on both of their faces were too good to not take a picture of, so that’s exactly what Peter did.

Ruth and Richie were both jolted out of their stupor at the sound of the click, and the next thing Peter knew he was being tackled back onto his bed under the force of his two best friends.

“Awwwww Peter!” Ruth blubbered into his chest, “This is so sweet!!”

Even Richie sounded like he was choking back tears, “Yeah man, fuck you for making me feel things.”

They stayed like that for a little, Ruth’s quiet sniffling being the only thing to break the silence before she suddenly shot up and exclaimed, “We didn’t get you anything! Oh my God we are horrible friends!”

Peter was quick to put a stop to what could be a very rapid spiral, “No! You’re here to help me get ready for my date with Steph, I just wanted to repay you for that. And to remind you that just because I’m dating the mayor���s daughter now doesn’t mean I’m ditching you guys.”

Ruth and Richie stared at him and, before Peter could blink, the breath was knocked out of him once again by Ruth throwing herself on top of him.

“Still! I wish we could give you something!”

Peter just patted Ruth’s curls sympathetically, but anything he might’ve said was interrupted by Richie.

“You know, we still could give him something.”

There was an odd tone to his voice that Peter couldn’t decipher, but when Ruth looked up her mouth stretched into a mischievous grin as she clearly caught his meaning.

“You’re so right! And this will be extra helpful because he’s probably so nervous about his date so we can help him loosen up before he leaves. Richie you’re a genius!”

Peter was looking between the two, unused to being the odd one out in their conversations.

“Uh, guys? What are you—HEY! Ruhuhuhuth nononono!”

She hadn’t even given him the chance to finish his sentence before she started scribbling her nails over his stomach, occasionally kneading into softer spots to get a yelp out of him.

Richie sat up and grinned down at him, “Here’s your Valentine’s Day gift from us!” He started dancing his fingers over Peter’s neck, eliciting squeakier giggles as he recited his own little note, “We still love you even though you’re ditching us for Stephanie Lauter. It definitely helps that your laugh is so adorable!”

Peter flushed red at the comment, torn between covering his face or trying to push Ruth away from where she was moving up to his ribs. He settled on attempting both at once, which really did not help him in either direction.

“Nohohoho it’s nohohohot!” A hint of a whine leaked into his voice, “FUCK! Ruth not thehehehere!”

Her fingers had found purchase in the grooves on his upper ribs and were wriggling around in a way that was driving Peter crazy.

“Uh, yeah, it is! Your laugh is all squeaky and you snort. How do you get cuter than that?!” Ruth offered her rebuttal with one of her hands shooting down to squeeze at his knees, causing him to kick out with the aforementioned snort.

“She’s right, Pete.” Richie scratched at the spot behind his ears, drawing out a high-pitched squeal as Peter desperately scrunched up his shoulders in an attempt to protect himself, “The vote’s two-to-one, so the motion passes! Your laugh is fucking adorable.”

Stuck under his friends, Peter felt like he was floating. A dizzy sort of mirth was starting to set in as Ruth scribbled her nails over his kneecaps and Richie wormed a hand under his arm. It was nice, he was here with two of the people he trusted most in the world, laughing under the force of their affection as his nervousness over the date slipped away.

After a little bit longer, they finished their attack with a few pokes and let Peter curl up in a little ball of giggles. Ruth draped herself over him like a human weighted blanket while Richie ran his fingers through his hair to soothe him.

“I lohove you guys.”

They both smirked at each other, proud of their handywork as Peter relaxed a bit more into them.

“We love you too, Pete!”

“Yeah, what she said, fucking obviously.”

He squeezed them a bit tighter for a moment before sitting up with a groan, rubbing away the faint soreness in his torso with a playful glare at his friends.

“Alright, now you guys have to help me decide what to wear, because I’m not totally sure what I’m going for.”

Ruth hopped right up and darted to his closet, immediately starting to pick through clothes she deemed appropriate for a Valentine’s date at Pasqualli’s. Every so often she would take a shirt off its hanger and toss it in the vague direction of Peter’s head, forcing him to exercise his subpar catching skills.

Meanwhile, Richie just slung an arm around his shoulders and said, “Don’t even worry, we’re gonna make you the best looking nerd in Hatchetfield. Steph won’t know what hit her!”

And here, with his best friends, getting ready for a date with the coolest girl he knows, Peter officially labels this the best Valentine’s Day he’s ever had.

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silly hc

Whenever Richie is a little shit, Pete will do that thing where he’ll count Richie’s ribs and suddenly completely on purpose lose count! Steph just watches from the other side of the room like “my boyfriend is such a dork <3”

OMG YEEES THAT’S SO CUTE! Pete has learned the most bastard tickle techniques from Ted so he is, by extension, a bastard ler just like his big bro! He absolutely loses count on purpose & starts over just to hear Richie scream & cuss him out because he knows what he’s doing! & he calls him out on it, but that just makes Peter start over yet again!

Steph thinks it’s adorable how Peter will just attack his friends out of the blue (it’s justified most of the time) She really is his #1 cheerleader & he gets a lil mean with it to impress her. Just ask Richie & Ruth, he’s so much worse if Steph’s there

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hello! i hope you don’t mind me leaving this here but your adorable fic and all the headcanons inspired me to finally watched npmd and now i’m hyperfixated on the whole hatchetfield trilogy and wanted to share this idea. i keep thinking about that one scene where peter is on the phone with steph while ritchie and ruth are grabbing onto him and listening in, cause ritchie is just clinging onto peter’s shoulder/arm but ruth keeps grabbing at his stomach and sides while peter tries to shoo her hands away and like 👀👀 anyway i definitely think ruth and ritchie would try tickling peter while he’s on the phone with his super cool girlfriend stephanie (whether on accident or on purpose, or on accident and then on purpose) and he’s just desperately trying to keep up the conversation without cracking and trying to fight them off at the same time - fluffvoid

Oh I literally never mind getting these!! Honestly all the asks I’ve been getting have been making me so happy & excited & I’m getting so many great ideas for fics! I’m literally so honored to be what got you into hatchetfield, it’s such a great series! & BRO THAT’S LITERALLY ALL MY TRASH BRAIN COULD THINK ABOUT DURING THAT SCENE!!! I was like 🥺… but what if he was all squirmy & giggly?… 🥺

I just know for a fact that after Peter & Steph actually get together & they’re on the phone Richie & Ruth try to see who can make him crack first & it always flusters him soooo much