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Unconventional Ice Breakers and Equally Unconventional Comfort Methods

Eddie Munson x Introvert!ND!Reader

SFW; angsty to fluffy, lots of comfort, new friends to lovers energy, reader has ADHD + Autism

Words: 7883 (oops- jesusfuck- 💀)

Summary: After moving back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, you find yourself connecting with a former classmate of yours that you didn't get to talk to during your time at Hawkins High. As you two come to realize how much you have in common, you open up to him about being a college dropout. In classic Eddie Munson fashion, he seeks to cheer you up and encourages you not to be ashamed.

Warnings: Non-graphic description of past depression + su*c*dal feelings (Though there's nothing explicitly detailed, please do not read if it might trigger you. Your wellbeing comes before a story on tumblr), mild diss*ciation, w33d usage is mentioned by both reader and Eddie (please skip if that makes you uncomfortable. There will be plenty of Eddie content that doesn't mention w33d), fear of failure, self doubt and shame, lots of cussing (as per usual), Eddie being his obnoxious dramatic self <3, fluffy tickles (this is a tickle fic after all which is really no surprise on this blog AHHSHDHF /lh) and lots of comfort, not canon-compliant

DISCLAIMER: The reader in this story is the same age as Eddie and has a mullet hairstyle, but it is neverspecified that their hair is a specific texture or type (being inclusive of fellow Black fic readers is my top priority) It's whatever style of mullet you want it to be. Hell, it could even be a wig! However you want it to look, is how it looks. All of the reader's experiences are inspired by my own experiences as an ND person (and my personal experience being a college dropout, though I am NOT explicitly telling my personal story here). Not everyone who's ND acts how the reader in this story acts. This story is not meant to romanticize mental health struggles, nor make light of how people find ways to stay afloat in the midst of them. (As someone who's been through my own mental health battles, my only hope is that people can find comfort in this story and be reminded that there's a calm after the storm). Also, I'm still not as familiarized with D&D as I want to be (my introvert self needs to find a group to play with), so in this fic, just envision Eddie is acting like he's straight out of a cheesy 80s fantasy movie when his theatrics jump out later in the fic, because he would absolutely watch those films.

*Spoilers for Stranger Things 4 (both volumes) under the cut*

You'd been standing frozen as you stared at the pathway that led to the front door of your childhood home, holding the last box of your valuables, yet to be carried inside. The house had received a fresh coat of paint, soft yellow in color, and in the window, you could catch a glimpse of the banner your loved ones had hung up in the living room.

~WELCOME HOME!~

the banner read, but you didn't feel welcome... The idea of that final trek up to the steps, felt akin to preparing to take the walk of shame. It was a shame you couldn't shake from your head. Despite your family being more than understanding, despite them, in a time where being misunderstood was running rampant like a plague, the shame you felt, the shame your mind haunted you with, would not shake.

The ringing in your ears, brought about by the complete silence that surrounded you, seemed so loud. It was so loud... so loud that you didn't even hear the rumbling engine of the van that had stopped on the street right behind you. As your eyes continued to stare forward, defocusing in the midst of your overthinking, you hadn't heard him calling out to you with concern lacing his voice.

The voice, now louder and closer, snapped you from your thoughts. "Hellooooo? Earth to strangerrrr!" You let out a shriek, body jumping violently before you whipped around and jumped a second time from how close he was, the box nearly slipping from your grip.

Before it could fall, another pair of hands were quick to steady it. You gazed at them, his fingertips nearly touching yours, and concluded that the silver rings that adorned them, along with the chain bracelet on one wrist and a watch on the other, seemed oddly familiar.

"I got you- it! I- got it- the box. Uh... Sorry about the scare. You were standing still an awwwfully long time. Are you good?"

"Y-Yeah... I-I'm... I'm okay..." The KISS shirt he was wearing caught your eye, though it was the black leather jacket and denim battle vest you knew you'd seen before. When you looked up at him to say thank you, the realization finally dawned on you. After the words left your lips, you were silent for a few seconds, gathering the courage to look into his eyes before you spoke again. "Eddie...? Eddie Munson, r-right...?"

Eddie's brows furrowed curiously, initially wondering how you knew his name. The gears stopped turning in his head and he let out a gasp that startled you briefly. He raised his hand with his finger already pointed. "Wait a minute... Do my eyes deceive me, or am I currently face-to-face with Y/N 'The Wallflower' L/N, the most brilliant mind, in the Hawkins class of '84, who's sporting a mullet~?"

"W-Wallflower!? I... Is that what people called me...?"

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. "Noho! Nooooo~ I never heard anyone call you that, don't worry. I-I didn't mean that as a bad thing, promise. You were just... as quiet as a church mouse in school, and I- maybe heard you talk loudly like- once, so..." he shrugged, making sure you had a steady hold on the box before he crossed his arms and let his hands rest beneath his shoulders.

"...the mullet does look nice. Suits you. A lot, actually."

"Thank you." You hummed in acknowledgement, setting the box down beside you, rocking back and forth on your heels as you tried to think of what to say. The silence was painfully awkward, and your often very quiet neighborhood did little to ease the tension.

Eddie opted to make another attempt at breaking the ice. "Have we- ever actually spoken to each other? Like, before now?"

"I..." you knit your brows as you pondered. You couldn't think back to a single time you two had spoken, and Eddie, who already knew the answer, was chuckling. "N-No... We dihidn't! Wait! Hohow?"

"Sahahame age, same grade, eheven had quite a few classes together, buhut we never had a conversation. Funny, isn't it?" He smiled impishly and leaned a little closer, his expression growing serious and his voice lowering in volume. "Were you afraid of me~?"

Were you? Had you been? Was he mad? Annoyed? The question gave you butterflies, and you quickly shook your head in a slight panic, worried he was truly upset with you as you struggled to read his tone. "What? No! I... I wasn't afraid, I just..." Your words trailed off upon seeing that he was laughing again.

"IhIhI'm just teasing you~"

You could feel your face growing a little warm from embarrassment, eyes darting down to the pavement as you tugged on your sleeves. "Right... right... Sorry..."

Eddie tilted his head sideways as he waited for you to look up again, offering you a warm and reassuring smile, his hair beginning to fall in front of his face. You couldn't help but return it, before looking down at the box on the ground. "You back in town to stay? Or are you just visiting?"

The shame that had been churning in your stomach several minutes before, that for a short amount of time, lay dormant, bubbled up to the front of your mind again. "I... Um... I'm back in town to stay..." You were hoping he didn't ask you to elaborate further. Much to your relief, he didn't.

"Wellll, would you maybe... wanna catch up, or something? At some point? Y'know? IhI say catch up, when really we'd finally be getting acquainted. Maybe we can��actually get to know each other?"

Eddie's question caught you off guard, and in the process, briefly interrupted your shame, and as your body responded to the sudden joy, you began to bounce on your heels. "Yeah! I-I'd uh... I'd like that, actually."

Your eyes seemed as though they'd lit up when Eddie caught a glimpse of them. He'd seen you happy stim before when you were in school together, but he'd never seen the endearing sight so vividly. His smile morphed into a grin and he nodded.

"Cool! Alright!" He clapped before pointing at you as he began to move backward toward his van, cussing when he nearly lost his balance upon stepping off the curb. "What do you say- SHIT! What do you say, we go grab some food tomorrow or something? I could pick you up. Maybe around four?"

"F-Four... yeah... Sounds like a plan!" You gave a rather awkward thumbs up, and Eddie laughed as he returned the gesture from his spot in the front seat, before giving a quick wave as he began to drive off. As your brain started to catch up with everything that had just happened, you blinked a few times, and took a breath before picking up the box.

You can do this... Last box... Your family's excited to see you... They're still proud of you... You're hanging out with someone tomorrow... You can do this... No shame... no shame...

Those words echoed in your head repeatedly. With one final inhale and exhale, you walked up the concrete pathway, and up your front steps.

***

Your eyes felt heavy as you attempted to talk yourself out of bed the following morning. You'd been surprised with your favorite dinner and dessert combo the previous night, which you accepted with hesitance. Not even your comfort foods could take your mind off of the impact of what you saw as your biggest failure. The sudden ringing of your morning alarm, made you violently flinch and scramble to hit the snooze. You'd woken up a mere three minutes before it had been set to go off.

Throughout the day, you felt as though you were losing yourself. It was as if your mind lagged behind your body. All you could think about, as you looked in the mirror and didn't quite see yourself looking back at you, was one word... failure... As time continued to tick by, you silently got ready, since somehow, you'd done nothing but blink and suddenly four in the afternoon was fast approaching. A soft, collared sweater was your top of choice, with comfy shorts of a soothing fabric.

"So, I ran into Wayne Munson at the market the other day." A family member said from the kitchen as you slowly put your shoes on. "Y/N, didn't you go to school with his nephew, honey?"

At first, the question went through one ringing ear and out the other, but after a few seconds, you registered the statement.

"Y-Yeah... yeah... Um... I'm hanging out with Eddie today."

"Oh? Old school friends catchin' up? IhI'm not teasing, I'm genuinely curious."

You finished tying your shoes and stood up to grab your bag, settling your building anxiety by pinching the fabric of your sweater sleeve between two fingers. "We never actually spoke in high school... S-So, I guess you'd call it new friends getting to know each other... right?"

"I'd say so," your relative said with a smile on her face. "You put that rock I gave you back in your bag, right? The... what was it called...? Sensory rock?

"I got it before I came back downstairs. Thank you for the reminder." Your body jolted with a burst of adrenaline upon hearing the knock at the door. It hadn't been loud, or obnoxious, but your hypersensitivity was in full swing and it left you jumpy.

Eddie was all smiles when you opened the door, and gave a little wave with his hand as he greeted you. "Hihi. Ready to go?" The quiet thumping of your younger cousin running to the door had given you time to brace for them bumping into your leg.

"Mama! Are you and the rest of the grownups aware that a cute guy with funny hair is taking Y/N out?"

Eddie's brows knit together, but he began to chuckle. "Fuhunny hair?"

"They know! And I am a grownup!" You exclaimed quickly, shaking your cousin off of your leg and tugging at your sleeve as you moved to step outside with your former classmate.

An elderly family member guffawed from the living room, which travelled down the tall ceilings of the hallway. "Have fun, baby! Make sure Eddie says hello to his Uncle Wayne for me!"

"He knows my uncle?"

The answer to Eddie's question came seconds after he'd asked it far too quietly for anyone except you to have possibly heard him. "From work!"

"IhI will, love you all, bye!"

"You're gonna dip without introducing him?" Oh boy. You gave Eddie an apologetic look, but he only grinned as your little cousin led him to say hello to the rest of the house. You knew your family wasn't uptight or judgmental, nor did they buy into Satanic Panic, but still, your worries weren't eased right away. When Eddie ended up with an invitation to Friday's dinner and family game night, you knew right then and there that you'd had nothing to worry about after all.

Thirty minutes passed by, and when you'd actually stepped out the door to walk to Eddie's van, you took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be! Dohon't be. Your family's really kind." Eddie was smiling bright as could be, taking energetic and funky little strides toward the passenger side of the van, which he held open for you, offering his hand for support as you stepped inside.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure." Eddie hopped into the driver's side, resting his hand on the wheel. "So... This hangout is completely zero pressure and whatever you want to do, so... if you wanted to eat in somewhere, we could do that. If you want to get food to-go and just eat it wherever, I'm down."

The van was quiet as you pondered. "Um... C-Could we... Take our food to go...? And just be somewhere with less people...?"

"Absolutely, we can. You don't mind listening to Black Sabbath on the way, do you?"

Eddie's question had you smiling involuntarily, wrists shaking with suppressed joy. "Orchid is my fahavorite song."

His eyes widened, before his brow furrowed, head tilting in your direction, starting the car and pulling out a Black Sabbath cassette tape which he briefly fiddled with. "Are you telling me that not only is the Hawkins Wallflower sporting a mullet, but they're also a metalhead!?"

"Y-Yes...? Is that... a bad thing...?"

"No! No. IhIt's... it's wihihicked, actually! What uh, what other bands do you listen to?"

The entire time you were driving to get food, Eddie listened eagerly as you info-dumped about all the metal bands you listened to, and at one point, the two of you were head banging to Detroit Rock City, the music far too loud in your ears to be bothered by an elderly couple gaping in horror in the car next to yours.

Another half hour passed by after that, and as you held your food in your hands, the two of you trekked through the woods, venturing to your hangout spot of choice, Skull Rock. It was quiet enough, and oddly peaceful despite its eeriness. Despite the many moments of joy in the evening thus far had helped to distract you from your woes, they were still sitting at the back of your head. The ringing in your ears was still there. The pressures you felt were subconsciously building.

Eddie had been telling you about one of his concert experiences when the ringing became worse. He saw the way your stimming had changed, and recognized it as a sign of stress, one he'd noticed when your class was taking tests or if the room became too noisy.

"Hey. Y/N... are you alright?" It felt as though you were hearing Eddie from several feet away, instead of right next to him. You fiddled with your sensory rock, which sat in your open bag, and took a few seconds to ground yourself.

"Um... Y-Yeah... just... I know we're far from them now but... I was just, overwhelmed by big groups of people today... I-Including my family... I know that's mean to say..."

"Wehell, they love you, and you've definitely made them proud. They'll survive if you need a breather from thehem. I promise."

Made them proud... You didn't feel that way... not one bit... and it was eating away at you now...

"IhI... I don't know about that..."

"Are you kidding me? I can see in their eyes how proud they are!"

"They shouldn't be, Eddie... They really shouldn't." You could feel the pressure in your chest growing heavier the longer the conversation carried on. It became too much. You couldn't skirt around your guilt and shame any longer.

"What could you have possibly done that would make you think your family shouldn't be proud of you-"

"I didn't graduate!" Your outburst was just as surprising to you as it was to Eddie. He'd almost never heard you raise your voice above an indoor speaking level in school. "I-I'm so sorry... I... I didn't graduate college, Eddie."

Eddie smiled in disbelief at the sorrow in your eyes. "Thahat's okay-"

"No... No it isn't. Th-That's... This isn't okay..." You saw Eddie tilt his head in your peripheral vision.

"Do you... wanna talk about it...? Y/N...?"

"It's... so much, Eddie. I don't want to burden you with this. I-I... I really don't..."

You wanted to keep the shame to yourself. You wanted to. But you couldn't...

"Y/N. If you need someone to ramble to, about anything that's on your mind, I'm here. I'm sittin' right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The air was near silent, save for the distant sounds of birds calling to each other in trees, and the crunching of the grass beneath your shoes when you rocked your heels.

"I don't know what happened, Eddie... I... I fell behind in everything... The more time passed, the more I... the more I just..." The tears you had been fighting to hold back, the tears you had been trying to will away, to dry up and disappear, finally fell, and poured out in long streams down your cheeks. "The more I... thought th-that... things would be better... if... if I was gone..."

You hugged your own arms tightly and closed your eyes, too ashamed to look up at your former classmate while your body rocked back and forth.

"Y/N-"

"I spent everyday, of college... more high than sober... Every... hour... that I was awake, I was smoking weed," You rambled, leg bouncing rapidly and body moving in distress automatically. "I'm not ashamed of it, please don't think that I am... I'm not against marijuana usage or anything... I just... I wish it hadn't taken being high all the time, just to keep me here. It was... it... it was the only thing that kept me floating, when all I wanted to do, was s-sink."

Eddie was silent as he looked at you. Never in a million years would he have guessed you went through something like that. You'd always been hyper-vigilant about doing well in school, at one point a teacher even suggested asking you to tutor him. He'd had no clue how to approach you. Neither of you had even spoken to each other at that time.

He'd seen the brightness in your eyes the day you graduated. A student with highest distinction, accepted into your dream college and hopeful about the future, now broken and in tears with your future feeling like a lost cause. You realized he'd been looking at you, and you hastily wiped your eyes with a hollow laugh. "S-Some star student I turned out to be, right...? I... I only made it halfway..."

"Y/N-"

"I-I've embarrassed myself enough, Eddie... I don't... I don't know why you wanted to get to know me... This... This is me... I'm a college dropout... All my potential... it... it was wasted... It is wasted..."

Eddie couldn't let you continue on. "Can I tell you what I've been doing since you graduated, Y/N?" He waited until you looked up at him before he spoke again, and even then, he was silent for a few moments, wondering if what he said would provide you any comfort at all.

"E-Eddie...?"

"I've still been trying to pass senior year..."

"What...?"

Eddie leaned closer to elaborate. "Yeah... I was held back again. I'm the last person, who'd ever judge you for being a college dropout. You have nothing to prove, Y/N. You're... you're brilliant, alright?"

"You're wrong, Eddie. That's wrong. I-I... I'm not."

"Yes, you are-"

Your words came out louder than you'd meant them to through your pained sobbing. "No, I'M NOT! I-I'm not... I'm just living proof that church mice and wallflowers don't make it anywhere..."

Eddie's heart sank even more upon hearing those words leave your mouth. He began to wonder if that nickname had only hurt you more. In your peripheral vision, despite your tears blurring your sight, you saw Eddie offering a hand. With a deep breath, you took hold of it and squeezed it.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"For what, Eddie...? You didn't do anything wrong... I'm the failure here..."

"No, no... You're the farthest from a failure someone can be. I never meant to discourage or hurt you with those nicknames. If I'm responsible for shaking your confidence at all today, I'm sorry. You've been through enough and... I made that worse-"

"No, you didn't, Eddie. I swear, you didn't. I've... just spent a long time trying to keep myself hidden. I didn't want to be seen. I didn't want to be judged." You sniffled and wiped your eyes. "I'm just really surprised... I didn't expect to be seen by anybody... I-I really didn't expect it when you asked me to hang out, because it meant that you saw me... A-And maybe that scared me a little bit... But, I really don't mind the nicknames."

"Are you sure, Y/N?"

You nodded firmly, before lowering your head. "I guess... if anything... I-I'm... I'm embarrassed that you ever had to see me like this, Eddie..."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Eddie saw your eyes water and quickly assured you he wasn't mad at you. "Wh-What I'm trying to say is... damn it... Have you seen me, Y/N? I can't tell you how many times I've felt the way you feel... You're looking at the guy who's barely about to, maybe, finally pass senior year and graduate. The obnoxious nerdy 'freak' who carries the weed he deals in his fucking lunch box. You will never, ever, hear any kind of shame, from me, toward you... 'Kay...?"

"Eddie... don't... you don't have to..."

"I'm not gonna give you the chance to feel embarrassed about crying in front of me!" Eddie argued. "So, come on! What's it gonna take to get you smiling again? To get that little fucker known as 'shame,' to leave you alone for a while?"

"I-I don't kn-know..." you sniffled, staring down at the ground beneath you, tugging on your sweater sleeves. A fresh wave of tears fell from your eyes and you sobbed into your fabric-covered hands. "God! I-I'm *hic* such a crybaby!"

"Nononono, no, Y/N! You're not a crybaby. Y-You're... you're processing something heavy and... dammit. Please, don't be so hard on yourself."

Eddie was growing more distressed by the second over seeing you so unhappy. It wasn't usually so hard for him to help someone feel better. He'd become a natural at it; an expert, even. But, your mind was struggling to believe any of his words, and that worried him. He sat in front of you, mindful not to touch you in case it would make you uncomfortable, as he did his best to figure out how to support you.

"A hug? A stupid story? Give me something, please." Eddie moved closer, the panic in his voice evident as he tried to figure out how to make you feel better. Your sobs turned to quiet hiccups, but you struggled to think of something that could make you feel alright, and you silently shrugged, wiping your eyes. "Jokes? Funny voices? Stupid faces? Christ! I-I... I don't know what would help you, and I reallywant to help you... I don't want you to feel sad, Y/N. Shit... Tickling?"

He immediately noticed your breath hitch in your throat upon hearing his final idea, and he saw the faint hints of happy stimming in the way your body moved. Your eyes briefly shifted to meet his gaze, but as quickly as you'd looked at him, you looked away. "Hold on... what was that?"

"What? What w-was what...?"

"You know exactly fucking what~" Eddie pointed at you with a tiny smirk forming on his lips. "Are you ticklish, church mouse?"

"I... I-I don't kn-know!?" you stammered out, sniffling and wiping your eyes. "What d-does this have to do with- why did you- I... I'm not-"

"Ticklish~?"

His sudden utterance of the word caused a squeak to leave your mouth. "Stop saying it!"

"Why? Is it giving you butterflies or something?" Eddie's tone was growing increasingly playful in nature, and he stood up, holding his hands up cautiously and pointing at you, eyes widening. "Carefullll~ They say there's a terrifying presence out in these woods. An all powerful being... A magic user... who replenishes his power, with the sweet... sounds... of... laughter~!"

You jumped when he leaned forward, inhaling with a loud gasp and tucking your arms close to your chest, a giggle slipping out. "Eheddie!"

"Shh! He can hear you~" Eddie whispered, looking around as though he were expecting something to jump out. "Some folks even claim, that he can possess whatever living human being he desires, to carry out his bidding~"

"E-Eddie..."

"Something tells me he's been keeping a verrrry watchful eye... on a certain tearful hero, sitting juuuust beneath... Skulllll Rock~" When he suddenly turned to look at you, you couldn't help the stim that took over your hands, and you attempted to stay composed by once again tucking your arms close to you. He leaned closer again, crouching down so he was at eye level with you, and his voice became hushed and genuine in tone. "I'm not actually gonna do anything unless I have the alright from you. Okay?"

You bit your lip and pondered briefly. The shame was so trapped in your head, so heavy on your person, that you knew a major distraction was needed. Your brain needed to focus on something else. It needed to. With a deep breath, your leg bouncing rapidly, you looked up at him.

"I... I really need the distraction... You can... You can... you know... You have the alright from me..."

Eddie's eyes remained gazing at you, his expression seemingly stuck. You furrowed your brows curiously, tilting your head as you looked at your friend frozen in place. "Eddie...?"

All of a sudden, his eyes rolled back, he clutched his head with both hands, and keeled over with a roar, making you jump and shriek. "It's- GAHHH! He's... he's got me, Y/N! FUCKIN- CHRIST! Hurry! Run! Before he-" He let out a low and gravelly scream through grit teeth as he exaggeratedly writhed and kicked in the leaves on the ground. After a moment, his body was still, and his head whipped in your direction to look into your eyes with a blank stare, his lips having curled into a smirk. The expression on his face was nearing feral.

You felt your heart flutter and skip, still frozen where you sat. "Eddie...?" The moment he spoke, a wave of chills washed over your body.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Y/N~ Eddie Munson is now merely a vessel, for the being only ever before described, as nothing. but. a. myth. You, my adventurous wallflower, are now face-to-face... with the Evilllllll... Overlorrrrrd..." he slowly lifted his hands before teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air, "...of tickling!"

The loud squeak you let out had been completely involuntary. Your eyes widened when he took a couple steps toward you, feeling the nervous laughter bubbling in your throat and up to the roof of your mouth. He suddenly lurched forward, with his hands resting on his knees, making you shriek and stim with your legs, your hands covering your mouth to muffle the giggling that he'd startled out of you.

"I have one question for you to answer~ Since it is evident that you are doomed to laughter, I'll let you make this decision for me." Eddie stood back up, and slowly paced in front of you, hands clasped behind his back. "You can attempt the hero's journey; run, hide, or fight... It doesn't matter in the end, but you can try it~ Or, you can continue sitting still, like you are right now, and accept your fate, instead of prolonging the inevitable. Which do you choose?"

"W-Whahat!?"

"Try and run, timid adventurer, or surrender to your destiny. Which. Do. You. Choose~?"

It took a few seconds for you to decide, and even then, you weren't quite sure what you were doing, but you slowly stood up, and began to back away, the sound of the leaves and dirt only amplifying in your ears due to yours and Eddie's silence. "Well then~ A chase it shall be~"

An evil cackle tore its way from Eddie's chest and echoed in the trees, which sent you squealing and running to the other side of the rock. You noticed a lack of running noises in the dirt behind you, and turned back. Eddie wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"E-Eddie...?"

You let out a loud and shrill scream when Eddie jumped in front of you with a startling cackle, wrapping his arms around your waist and wrestling you to the ground.

"EDDIE! You don't play fair!"

"Oh on the contrary~ I did chase you. I just never told you how long or short the chase would be~" He gently took hold of your wrists, and slowly moved them to hover above the ground by the sides of your head. "Now then- play along- I shall cast a spell, and pin these hands, right by your head."

As he emphasized the word, he set your hands down, and, to play along, you kept them there. He was taking his act so seriously that you almost wanted to laugh then and there.

"As evil a being as I am, it's still vital that you're feeling comfortable. If you do not feel alright with me using my hands directly on your skin, I'll respect your wishes." Despite still acting in character, you knew he was reassuring you that he would not cross any of your boundaries.

With a bite of your lip, and a timid huff, you averted your eyes at first, but, to make sure Eddie knew that you weren't feeling pressured, that you were okay with the slightly more intimate affection, you met his eyes once more and answered, awkwardly attempting to tell a joke in your response. "I don't m-mind... It's okay. I-I'm... kihinda... kinda fahahated to l-laughter either wahAHAYYY!"

You couldn't help the nervous squeak when Eddie carefully moved his hands under your sweater, feeling his hands just centimeters away from your torso. "I hope you're prepared to laugh hysterically, you endearing little church mouse."

His pointer fingers began to trace slow, light patterns up and down the skin on your sides, making your nerves jolt, the giggly whimper that left your lips causing you to swear under your breath with mild embarrassment. The smile on his lips was growing wider, dimples and all.

"Mmph- hmhm... ohoho nohohoho! Pffft! Shihihit! ShihIHIHIT!"

"Something tells me that you've just realized you're far more ticklish than you thought you were, my helpless mortal~" His tone was low, the vocal fry in his voice only making him sound more menacing. "I wonder if I... Ah? Ahhhhhh? Uh huhhh~"

He'd begun to brush more of his fingers over the ticklish spots, a grin creeping onto his face as he kept them wiggling agonizingly slowly. A small yelp leapt from your throat in response to the ice cold sensation of the rings making your nerves jump and causing goosebumps to form.

Eddie chuckled mischievously, the sound of which had your ears tingling and growing hot. "Dohohon't laugh! Thehe r-rihings a-are f-fREHEEZING! Mhmph!"

"You can't hold in all of your giggles forever, you darling mortal. Oh~? Another squeak? You do realize, I've only just begun, yes? This overlord has a loooooot of mana to recharge~"

Just as you opened your mouth to retort Eddie's cheesy theatrics, the ticklish sensation grew fivefold.

"EheheheHEHEHEDDIEEHEEE!" A snort soon followed your loud cackle of laughter in response to Eddie spidering all of his fingers on the bare skin of your sides. Your shoulders pressed into the ground as your back arched, and you twisted your torso. "OHOHOH MYHYHY GAHAHAAWWWWD! *snort* SHIHIHIHIIIT! IHIHIHIT'S *hic* SOHO MUHUCH WOHOHORRRRRRRSE!"

"I'm afraid Eddie can't hear you, you giggly little mortal. Must I remind you, that he's been possessed by me~ And, the more you wiggle like a rabid earthworm, the worse it's gonna tickle~ Which is no issue for me, considering my magic replenishes eiiiiither wayyy~" How Eddie was taking his character so seriously, you had no clue. What you did know, is that your cheeks and ears were hotter than a flame, and your stomach had become a butterfly garden.

He snickered, watching fondly at how rapid your happy stimming had become. It was evident that you were trying your hardest not to clamp your arms down to your sides, as your arms twitched when Eddie moved to a particularly bad spot. "It seems that the ticklish mortal cannot withstand even a fraction of my attacks~ However, my spell doesn't appear to be strong enough to keep your hands piHIHINNED- HOHOLY SHIHIT! I was soho right~"

You'd let out a loud squeal and kicked your legs, unable to stop your hands from shooting down to instinctively hold onto Eddie's wrists as his thumbs dug into your hips. He watched you carefully, noting that you weren't actually trying to push his hands away, but you had tightened your grasp to bear with the sensation.

"NohoHOHOOOOAHAHAAAAA! *hic* STAHAAAAP!"

Eddie stopped instantly, though he grew briefly confused by the near sad expression that graced your face. Christ, you were adorable, and he couldn't stop thinking about that fact. "You okay...?"

"I-I... I d-didn't actually mean..." You were growing embarrassed by your own words, and you partially covered your face with your hand. "I-It... U-Um... Reflex... F-Force of habit... I... S-Sorry..."

Much to your surprise, Eddie gently moved your hand away, and back down, holding onto it a little longer before he let go just so he could see you stim by running your thumb over his rings again. "Y-You... uh... want me to keep going?" When you nodded, he began to smile.

"I-I'll... f-figure out h-how to... tell you when I-I really c-can't laugh anymore..." Your avoidance of simply saying 'When it tickles too much' did not go unnoticed by your now-smiling new friend, whom you gazed at nervously as you waited for him to say something.

A screech left your mouth when Eddie's thumbs suddenly began digging into your hips again, cackling obnoxiously and making you scream a second time, giggles spiking in pitch and intensity. "PFFFHEEEEEEEEEEE! SHIHIHIT SHIHIHIT SHIHIIIIIIIIT!"

"As per your request, my darling giggly hero, though I may be an evil overlord, in the interest of ensuring you don't laugh yourself to death, I'll give you a lifeline~" Eddie paused his hands, but kept them on your hips, and though unmoving, you still felt the sensations and couldn't keep from squirming. "If you want to save your friend, Eddie, from my possession spell, and free yourself from my clutches, all you have to do, is say 'tickler, be gone!'"

"W-Whahahat!?"

Eddie hummed before his fingers moved to hover above your belly, where your shirt had ridden up from all the moving. "Three little words~ I know you can do it~ It doesn't have to be now by any means, however." He lifted his pinkie finger, before setting it down and lifting the next, smirking at the way your torso twitched each time he drummed his fingers over your skin.

Once you had looked up at him again, he winked at you, before rapidly clawing at your belly and grinning over how much you were suddenly happy stimming with your body.

"NOHOHOHOT *snort* FAHAHAHAHAIR! NONONONOHOOOO!" You began taking sharp gasps of air between your laughter, hiccuping and squeaking with utter mirth. It took nearly a minute to calm down when Eddie eased up to let you breathe.

The stray hiccupy giggles that came out with after each inhale were an utterly darling sound to Eddie's ears. "I think it's time I give your poor sides and tummy a bit of a break~ I've still got quite a lot of mana to recover. Though, lucky for you, that stray symphony of mirth that continues on even when I'm not actively tickling you, can still be fed on~"

Eddie's eyes softened at the giggly whimper that his statement drew from you. Your hands were hyper with giddiness, a stark contrast to your body, which had become relatively still (save for the rising and falling of your belly) in the leaves and grass as you awaited Eddie's playful attack again. You twitched and squeaked every few seconds when the grass brushed your sides.

"Perhaps I should tell you a little bit about myself, you giggly mortal~ Would you care to hear a little tale about the Evil Overlord of Tickling?" He teasingly wiggled his fingers in the air to add dramatic flair to his words. Despite your initial squeak, you shyly inquired.

"Whahahat ahabout hihim?"

"For many millennia, long before you and my current vessel even existed, the Overlord has been a very misunderstood creature. He's watched, as the fables, the bedtime stories, twist and morph to make him sound meaner, and scarier." You saw the corners of Eddie's mouth falling downward despite his attempts to fight it. He stared at the ground, clasping his hands as he rested his elbows atop his knees. "He began to internalize it... he stopped disputing the rumors and judgement that came hand in hand with it. He saw himself, as an outcast... a freak... a monster..."

Your brows were knit as your mind began to read between the lines. "W-Wait..."

"...but what they didn't see, was the broken soul... not understanding why he was shunned by everyone else... They didn't see him fighting hard to make sure he didn't end up like his father... Didn't see him trying to prove himself, to everyone... by not giving up, when he didn't graduate the first time..."

"Eddie..."

"They also never saw, that his desire to bring mirth and merriment to those around him, came from a place of not knowing how he could have either of those things, for many years of his early life..." Eddie cleared his throat and wiped his eyes, taking a breath as he willed himself to say what he wished to. "And the one thing, he wouldn't let them, nor anyone else see, was that the moment his eyes landed upon the ethereal... mysterious, wallflower... sitting at his table in his freshman year English class, the Overlord felt his heart fluttering. And that flutter, lasted for days... weeks even... months..."

You began to sit up, palms planted firmly in the grass, eyes wide, as you'd fully realized what Eddie was truly trying to tell you. "Eddie...?" He glanced at you, and you jumped, but you outstretched your arm, and timorously offered him your hand.

Eddie took a deep breath and chuckled when you began stimming with his rings once more, even using his silver chain bracelet every so often. "When the Overlord reunited with that wallflower, a few years later, and finally got to talk to them, well... he realized, that the fluttering had never stopped."

You were too nervous to speak, so you gave his hand a quick squeeze with the most mild strength.

"The Overlord just wants his new friend to know, that their value, and their worth, should not ever be determined by their shortcomings. No matter how many times people may have told them, or how many times they may have told themself..."

"What if... what if it takes forever for the wallflower to believe that...?"

Eddie gave a soft smile and raised his brows before smirking at you cheekily. "I suppose that in the meantime, the Overlord will just have to make you giggle your troubles away~"

Your eyelids quickly lifted at those words, and you let out a loud squeal when he suddenly growled and wrapped his arms around your shins. "EHEHEDDIE! EDDIHIHIE! DOHOHON'T YOU DAHAHAHARE! EEEEE!" With a low stubborn grunt, you tried tugging one of your legs free and succeeded, but, it had been at the cost of one of your shoes, which Eddie tossed out of reach, leaving you with only a shin-high sock to protect from the playful attack.

"How many times must I tell you, mortal? 'Eddie' is currently occupied by an ancient tickling creature- GOTCHA!" He exclaimed, catching your ankle and locking it in his elbow with a triumphant guffaw. "WOAH! You kick me and that second shoe is coming off. IhI'm warning you~"

"Whyhyhyhyhyyy!" You half-heartedly tugged at your trapped ankle, one hand already happy stimming from the anticipation.

"Well, I was gonna go for your knees, but, uh... well, I'm not the one who yanked my own shoe off. Is it that bad a spot~?"

"IhI dohohon't kn-knohow!?" How convenient it was that seconds later, you did find out just how bad a spot it was. Eddie trailed one finger up your sock, eyes going wide when you let out a scream and snorted, slowly sinking back into the grass while your abdomen shook with hysterical giggles.

"So it appears the answer to that question was yes~ If one little trace along your foot through fabric is this bad? Well. That's just more laughter for me~"

"NononononoNONONOHOHO! OHOHOH MYHY GAHAHAWWWWDAHAHAHAAA!" It took mere seconds for you to be reduced to silent laughter when Eddie spidered all of his fingers along the bottom of your foot. You stomped your free foot on the ground, happy stimming in overdrive and hiccuping from your mirth. "EHEHEDDIE! *hic* IHIHI *hic* CAHAHAHAHAN'T!"

"Remember the spell if you need it, adventurer~" Eddie's sweet reminder had your face growing hot. "I must say though, I'd be quite content with tickling you to bits for the remainder of the day~"

"IhIhIt's sohohoho bahaHAHAaAaAD! IHIHIT'S SO BAHAHAHAD! IhIhIt TIHIHIHICKLES! AHAAAAAAA!" You let out a scream when he traced his fingers over the top of your foot.

"HOLY- Wohohoah~ Really~? It tickles~? I'm baaaarely spidering my fingers~ Are you sure it tickles, you adorable mortal~?"

You had been far too giggly to notice that Eddie'd released your ankle, only to turn himself toward you and lock your legs with his in record time. "H-Hehey- Wahahait- wahaHAHAaAaAIT! Nohohot thehehere- EHEDDIE!"

"Evil. Overlord. Of Tickling." Eddie made sure you could see he wasn't truly mad despite his grit teeth. "You're in trouble, my adventurous wallflower~"

He spider-crawled his fingers up your legs at an agonizingly slow pace, making your hands flap rapidly as you giggled nervously. Your legs were covered in goosebumps and they twitched from the ticklish trailing. The moment his nails brushed against the skin on your thighs, right above the inner sides of your knees, your stomach turned with butterflies and your squeak echoed.

"Oh? Hmmm? UH HUHHHHH~!" Eddie chuckled darkly before grinning impishly over your reaction to the tickling. Your laughter was the most intense he'd ever heard, and for a split second, he was worried you might run out of air.

"OKAHAHAHAY!" You cried after a few seconds. "SHIHIHIHIT! *hic* OKAYOKAY! *snort* TIHIHICKLER BE GOHOHONNNNE!"

In an instant, like he promised he would, Eddie ceased the playful torment, withdrawing his hands and freeing your legs from his. He clutched his chest dramatically, rolling back his eyes before falling to the grass beside you, making a silly croaking noise that caused you to giggle all over again. Upon "waking up," Eddie grinned.

"Phew!" He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead. "You banished him... But, considering you're giggling like mad and missing a shoe, it appears the Overlord replenished all of his mana by tickling you to tears before you could recite the spell, right~?"

You hadn't even noticed your tears of mirth, but hastily wiped them with your sleeve. When your eyes met Eddie's, you couldn't stop yourself from giggling even harder. He laughed softly, before offering his hand to help you sit up.

"I-IhI got it... Th-Thank you though, Eddie..." Eddie didn't take any offense, as you'd made him aware that you could get touch averse sometimes, and he was more than understanding that all the tickling must have been a lot to deal with.

"How are you feeling...? Honestly?"

"Gihiggly... but... behehetter than I've felt in years..." Your admission was genuine, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie beaming at you. "Thank you... IhI mean that... Thank you, Eddie..."

"Of course, Y/N. I gotta say, it's awful cute that you like tickles too."

"T-Too? Wait- You..."

"Yes. I'm well versed in the art~" Eddie said with a dramatic voice that emphasized how much of a nerd he was. "Got this whole 'Munson Doctrine of Tickling.' Kihidding. I dohon't have it. Not on paper at least~"

You hid your face in your hands momentarily and playfully swatted Eddie's leg. After a few minutes, as the two of you settled down, you found yourselves leaning on each other, the sky orange as the sunset was fast approaching, air feeling a little colder than it did half an hour earlier.

"Eddie..."

"Hm?"

"I-I'm sorry I didn't say this before, but..." you took a breath, and bounced your leg to recollect your thoughts, "...thank you, for opening up about yourself... You didn't have to... I'm- I'm glad you did, don't get me wrong, it's just that- well... I appreciate your vulnerability. And, I want you to know, that you've brought me a lot of joy in the one day I've spent with you so far... so, I know that the joy you bring everyday to people who know you the best, is too great a number to count. I-I want to help in some way, with anything, because I'm really thankful for you, so... if you did still need a tutor, I could... I mean... What I'm trying to say is... you're wonderful, and you deserve wonderful things... You're not a freak, Eddie, and I wish more people truly knew you..."

Your heart was racing, as you were fearful your words didn't come out right, but when you found the courage to look up at him, his large, brown eyes were softer than you'd ever seen them before. "I will absolutely take you up on that tutoring offer."

"R-Really?"

"Can we count it as a study date~?"

Your brows furrowed momentarily, and Eddie had to resist the urge to poke your nose. "Study- Wait... Do you like me...? I-I... I think I understood when you were telling the story, but... I don't want to have misread your tone..."

"Yeah... I... I do like you. I could see you, Y/N. I did, see you. I just, didn't want you to be frightened, by me-seeing-you. You, uh... looked a bit like a deer in the headlights whenever our eyes mehet in school." Eddie chuckled quietly, before leaning close to you. "You sure you weren't afraid of me~?"

"I wasn't afraid! I- Hey! Y-You're teasing..."

"IhI am. But not about liking you. So..." He bit his lip, and looked toward the setting sun. "Is there any specific time your family's expecting you back home by?"

"I-IhI, uh, never told them a time..."

"Do you... uh... wanna make the rest of this day a first date... maybe?" You could hear nervousness in his voice, and it left you momentarily flabbergasted. If the orange glow of the sunset had not been so strong, you would have seen the red adorning his cheeks.

Your heart was racing, body overtaken by the urge to happy stim, and you welcomed it with a nod of your head and a simper on your lips. Though you had a long way to go before the burden of failure would be lifted from your shoulders, for the rest of that day, your shame was nowhere to be found.

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EEEEEEEEEE 😖💕 FIRST FULL LENGTH EDDIE FIC ON THE BLOG 🥳 I hope this was worth the wait. I'm back in business and the Eddie Munson content train is a rollin' 🥰 (This fic- was so FLUSTERING TO WRITE AGSHHDJFJFJF)

I sincerely hope that this made y'all feel some joy today. You deserve joy, and you deserve to feel proud of yourself. I'm proud of you /gen /p

Love you all!

~ Ushu 🤍

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Distracting Hands

Summary: You and Eddie have sat next to each other once a day, 5 days a week for a year where you get along like a house on fire. One day you discover something interesting about your classmate that leads to further development in your friendship. A/N: Part 1/3 of a Eddie x Sunshine!Reader, Slowburn, Friends to Lovers set in school before the events of season 4. This is my first story in a while so any feedback is appreciated! Word count: 3.3K

*This isn't proof read because I wanna post it now and if I stare at it anymore I'm gonna forget how to read*

Part 2

I was raining outside and the class was droning on. Everything had a calm aura to it. The class wasn't rowdy and the teacher wasn't enforcing a great deal of focus from her students. It was nice, but it wasn't an area that inspired extreme focus, so your attention fell from the work and was directed towards your desk mate, Eddie Munson.

The two of you had a very lighthearted relationship. You had been sat together at the beginning of the year and despite the chatter around the school, Eddie was the softest person you’d ever met. At first you didn’t talk all that much, mainly just laughed together at his quips to the teacher. Sometimes he’d toss a paper ball at your head and ask you to “decode what the hell she’s saying?” to which you’d share your notes and explain the work that he couldn’t seem to focus on.

>One Month in<

Once you had shown up late and tripped on your own feet, falling to your knees in front of everybody. Eddie winced and fought the urge to help you up, especially when he heard the scoffs and snickers of the cheerleaders in the corner. His heart was warmed when you stood up with a jump then lazily raised your arms above your head, mimicking a gymnast sticking the landed. A few people laughed and you found your seat where Eddie was waiting with a 9.5/10 sign, written in his book. It made you laugh and call his scoring system cruel.

>Three Months in<

However, it wasn’t until the day he showed up to class to find you completely deflated and blank in the face at your desk that you would consider yourselves ‘friends’. He tried to ask what happened but you only forced a smile with a weak “I’m okay, Eddie” in response that completely broke his heart. He didn’t know why he cared so much since you were practically strangers, but he missed your energy and decided right then and there that he’d move mountains to make today better for you. Since he couldn’t do that, he did the only thing he could think of.

You completely disassociated that lesson, not caring about a word the teacher had to say. When the lesson ended, you moved out of your seat to leave but was stopped by Eddie handing you two pages full of semi-organized notes. “Here, Sweetness.”

The nickname caught you off-guard but not nearly as much as what he was handing you. “Did- Did you take notes for me?”

“Not as pretty as yours,” he shrugged, “but I figured you could spend an hour colouring them like you do,” he teased, referring to your highlighting.

With a small burst of energy you gently took them and snapped your head up to meet his eyeline, ready to defend yourself. “It’s called coordinating!”

“Well, if you don’t want notes like mine, then tomorrow you’d better be your smiley self, because honestly? That was exhausting,” he huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. You had to bit your lip to avoid laughing at his antics. ”I mean it, tomorrow,” he insisted. “I can’t stand seeing you down and we definitely can’t graduate on my notes, so...” he trailed off, taking a step back while waiting for a response. When you didn’t give one, too distracted by the kind gesture in your hands, he grabbed a scrunched up piece of paper and tossed it at your head, grazing past the side of your head.

You flinched and snapped your head towards him, then towards the paper on the floor, then back at him. “What was that for?” you laughed a little, a small smile breaking on your face.

Eddie shrugged in response, “I haven’t seen you smile yet today.” He smiled when he broke you, watching you giggle and face your attention back to the floor.

You barely had a response, talking to Eddie was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was fun and full of energy. “I’m sorry,” you caved. “It won’t happen again,” you joked.

“It better not!”

“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to take some notes every now and then,” you challenged, enjoying the back and forth. “On your own volition.”

“Only if you can figure out how to explain your ‘coordinating system’“ he said, using exaggerated quotation marks in the air before turning to leave, “See you tomorrow, Smiles.”

>6 months in<

After that day, the two of you started to joke like it was second-nature and your year was significantly more positive. He grew fond of you the more he was in your bubbly aura; he related to the way you always had something to say, whether it was a comeback to him or a genuine contribution to the classwork.

You were off sick once and he pouted about it all day, unable to explain his attitude when questioned by the Hellfire club. When you returned he told you to never to it again, “I don’t care how, have a talk with your immune system, I don’t know but this place is unbearable without you.” It warmed your heart to hear so you never missed a lesson again.

It was your favorite class all because of him and yet you never hung out outside the boundaries of that classroom, much to both of your disappointment.

>Back to Present<

Your teacher had began writing notes on the chalkboard, taking a seat while you copied them down, then standing to erase the old ones to make room for more before carrying on. The scratching chalk was inaudible over the rain outside competing with the conversations of your classmates that sat in rows in front of you.

Eddie sat in his usual seat to your left, jacket hanging on the low backed chairs and occupied his time by drawing little doodles in the margin of your notes. A smiley face with crosses for the eyes, a poorly drawn ball of fire, he added a pig that looked more like a koala, a heart (to which he looked up and flashed you a boyish smile), followed by a normal smiley face that he soon changed his mind on and went back to cross out the eyes.

You were so enamored by watching his hands move across your page. Something about how his hands were so perfectly decorated just caught your full attention. Just the right rings and bracelets in just the right places, it was completely hypnotizing.

He had storyteller hands and they were wildly distracting in, at least right now, the most innocent way. In fact, they were so distracting that when you glanced up towards the chalkboard you found yourself about fifteen minutes behind on the notes.

An audible gasp left your lips as you snapped your attention down to your own pen in hand and started frantically writing to catch up, only faltering for a second when Eddie choked back a laugh. You ignored him, assuming he was just mocking your reaction. It wasn’t until he leaned in close to you and whispered to you, his romantic voice echoing in your brain, that you gave him your attention again.

“Textbook.” He was smirking, looking up at you from his slouched position through his eyelashes.

Your attention was bouncing from him to your notes, to the front of the classroom. “Hmm?” Your lips pressed shut as you struggled to understand.

“She’s copying straight from the book,” he clarified, reaching across you to pat your closed textbook. “You can take this down later.”

“Or now,” you argued, for no other reason than to egg his frantic behaviour on.

“Nooooo, draw with mee,” he whined, demonstrating by drawing further onto your page, almost touching your notes. “Come’on, I’ll help you take it down later.”

“Do you even own the textbook?” you challenged.

He mimicked you words back at you with a scrunched up face, making you giggled which caught his attention. “Am I not an upstanding scholar?” You scoffed at his question and he mimed a sword driving into his chest, falling back into his chair.

You were spiteful towards the distance between the two of you, almost pouting as he left your personal space.

Unmoving from his slouched position, he kicked your chair, jolting it enough to jostle you in your seat. “Relax, Sweetness. You know I hate seeing you stressed.” He wasn’t lying. For the duration of the year, if you were ever going grey for whatever reason, Eddie would find a way to cheer you up with his dramatic antics. He’d mouth the words the teacher was saying in a dramatically aristocrat, inaccurate voice dub, or you’d look over to see him struggling to read the notes while the book was upside down. He’d keep asking for your help until you turned the book around. He once told you ‘you’re too bright to look this sad” and that’s when the butterflies began. He said it in a comedic tone but he only ever enforced his unspoken promise, as he continued to do in this very moment. “Give it a rest and i’ll help you study at my place. Bring your textbook.”

“How’d you even know it was from the book?” Your ‘But Why/Can I Poke It?’ personality took hold in situations like these, always feeling the desire to poke the bear.

“Well.” Jolting upright from his seat, he pulled it closer to the desk, resting one arm on the desk and dropping his chin into the other, locking his Bambi eyes onto yours, twinkling as he teased you. “I actually pay attention in these lessons.”

“Excuse me?!” You whisper-shouted in disbelief “You WHAT?”

“You don’t think so?” He countered, mimicking your tone of voice.

“Eddie Munson, you are the poster boy for distraction and disfunction.”

He smirked and jutted his chin in your direction, “You think i’m distracting?”

You scoffed and shook your head, choosing to yank your paper out of his reach so he couldn't use it for his mini sketches anymore.

Eddie grumbled with narrowed eyes, almost growling in offence and kicked your leg lightly under the table. Biting back your smile you kicked him back and the two of you played a lazy game of footsie until he kicked your chair so hard it moved and kept his leg resting on the chair.

Under the desk you reached over and scratched at his knee, exposed from his ripped jeans in an idle attempt at pushing him off. You didn’t think anything of it until he yelped and kicked his knee lightly on the bottom of the desk. A few heads turned but no one’s attention was as grappled as yours and they turned back to their own conversations. “Oh shit!” You gasped. “Are you okay? I’m sohorry.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little, not after you heard him yip like that.

He was smirking to himself as he rubbed the top of his knee, “Nothin’ to worry about.”

His reaction caught you off guard. Eddie wasn’t one to be shy. At all. But he didn’t make eye contact again as he picked up his pen in both hands and fiddled with it on the desk. He didn’t initiate conversation again. Did you do something wrong? You definitely didn't do it too hard, but how could it have been too soft- Oh.

“Munson?” You questioned in a sweet voice, feigning innocence. He didn’t respond so you gave him a quick poke to the sides to which he flinched and squeaked once again.

Biting the inside of his cheek but still letting himself smile as he shifted in his seat, angling his waist in the opposite direction. You could see the dual grip on his pen getting tighter

“Eddieeee?”

“Yes, Fiend?” He maneuvered his face so you were nearly nose to nose, poorly biting back his smile as he locked you into eye contact once again.

“Are you-?”

“Absolutely not.” You started wiggling your fingers in the air as your hand got closer to his side, not yet touching him. Without breaking eye contact he huffed out some giggles through his nose, smiling a little wider but refusing to give in to his laughter. “Youuuuu are making a grahave mistake, Sweetness. Is it really worth it?”

“If you yelp like that again it will be,” you laughed, inching your fingers closer to scratch at his side. He did indeed flinch, rapidly turning his head in the opposite direction as he brought his arms up to cross over his chest. “Eddieee.” You spidered your fingers, scritching on his sides with a little more pressure, watching as he squirmed in silence until he flinched again and turned to face you.

“Okahay. Princess.” He grabbed your hands in his, bringing them to the halfway mark between the two of you. His eyes were bright and he opened his mouth, presumably to bargain but you were having none of it.

“You’re like, REAALLY sensitive then huh? If you won’t even let me-” You cut yourself off to pinch at his ribs, to which he nearly jumped out of the chair.

“Y/N-” He lightly slapped your hands for daring to attempt. “Listen-”

You put your hands right back, “I’m listening, it’s adorable.” With zero hesitation you pinched and scratched lightly at his sides, not wanting to cause enough of a scene to make this stop.

“HE-EY!” He folded his arms in and shrunk into his seat, smile now nearly splitting his face in half, his loud reaction almost catching the attention of those around you. When he realized you were in the clear, he bent forwards, arms still crossed and nearly resting his head on the desk to suppress the giggles bubbling up in his throat.

You coo’d at his reaction and nearly squee’d when he slowly shook his head in disbelief of the situation, embarrassed by the attention and even more so by your reaction. “Eddie, common, that’s precious.” Still smiling and maintaining his turtled position, he looked up to see your beaming smile as you tilted your head in adoration, not unlike that of a puppy.

Groaning, Eddie turned red in the face and put his head to the desk, completely bashful in attempt to salvage what little of his dignity he had left. “Don’t be embarrassed it’s cute.” You encouraged, leaning in to whisper in his ear, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

He jumped a little when your voice appeared closer than expected but made no effort to move.

Retreating slightly you scanned the classroom. The rain outside had picked up a little, raising the volume of chatter in the classroom. You were often glad the two of you were seated at the back, as Eddies antics tend to catch the eye. But right now? This was in your favour and you were planning to take full advantage of it.

Your bright smile morphed into one of mischief and you raise both your arms, moving your hands to have each one stationed either side of Eddie’s shoulders, scooting your chair as close as you could next to him. As light as a ghost you sprinkled your fingers on each ear/side of his neck as best you could through his mane of hair, “Eds, get up, you’re in class.”

“A-AHa!” Jumping in surprise, he raised his shoulders to his ears, jolting into an upright position, hair flouncing as he did and you could swear that his smile left a trail of sunshine as he moved. “HEY! HEY.”

“Hey, hey” You shrugged, laughing at him as if it were a normal conversation.

Eddie’s quick movement caught your arms in his switch in posture, your right hand grabbed his shoulder for stability and your left fell in surprise as he drew back, now resting comfortably on his ribs. The placement of your hands made him shiver and you harked a victory laugh in response, not yet moving your hands.

“You dohon’t hahave to doho thihis,” he pleaded, eyes big and sparkling.

“No, but I reaaaallly want to. Hold onto your pen again if you need to,” you mocked, dropping your right hand to his waist, giggling as he flinched.

“Yohou’re relehentless.” He was holding his hands up in defense, elbows as close as he could to his torso, struggling to maneuver his long limbs in the lack of space he’d created for himself.

“Oh please.” You rapidly grabbed at either side of his torso, it was like fighting a bucking bull as he dropped his head to his chest, grabbing and wresting with your hands, struggling to keep his laughter to a minor volume. You made it easy on him, giving him little breaks to suck in air but it wasn’t enough to not have him bouncing around in his seat to fight you off.

“Y/- y/nnnnn cuhuhuht ihihihihit ahahahaaout!”

“WHAT? I thought you loved being the center of attention,” you shot your hands into the top of his ribs for a second before dropping them to his hips.

He barked out a laugh then immediately grabbed your hands before they could touch his hips, pinning them to your shared desk. “Nooohohohonononono. No!”

“Soft spot?” You smirked, having the absolute time of your life.

“Don’t get smahart with mehe, Sweetheart.” He tilted his head to the side, sitting up to his full height, his deep eyes bore into yours and you felt butterflies flutter around in your insides.

“How can I get smart? I never pay attention,” you snarked, continuing his staring contest. He was too distracted by your eyes to speak, giving you the chance to speak. “I wouldn’t threaten me now, Munson. You still owe me.”

His smirk widened again back into the full smile you loved so much. Eyes still locked onto yours, he spoke “Is that right?”

You nearly faltered at the vocal fry in his voice, sometimes you forgot how deep it naturally was when he wasn’t pitching it up in excitement. “That’s right.” As you spoke you heard the bell ring over your heads, dismissing you to your next class. “Forty minutes of note taking. Gotta help the underachieving fiend I am catch up on todays lesson.”

Eddie debated making an accusation about you being the fault of the wasted lesson but he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. “Alright, page 46. Bring your text book.”

“Meet at your place after school?”

“You got it, Sweetheart.”

You went to move out of your desk but noticed the warmth still on your hands before you did. “Eddie,” you choked.

“Hmm?”

“You have to let go of my hands,” you felt your cheeks get hot and felt slightly embarrassed knowing the class would soon be empty and your teacher would just see you and Eddie holding hands, staring at each other in the back of her classroom.

“Do I?” He questioned, enjoying the returned dynamic of him joking at you, beaming smile staring him down.

You looked down at his distracting hands once again and tried to convince yourself they were the only part of him that had you entranced. ‘Snap out of it, moron’. You shifted your hands out of his grasp to skitter your fingers over his hands in a tickly motion. “Unless you wanna loose yours,” you joked, pulling away and collecting your stuff, missing his gaze as you did.

Eddie didn’t move immediately, he watched you scramble out of your seat, gathering your stuff and shoving it into your bag in a frenzy. Typically he hated this part of the day where the two of you would part ways and he wouldn’t see you this intimately. Your relationship was reduced to bright smiles and obnoxious waves in the hallway when you’d pass which just weren’t enough for him. Fridays were the worst since he wouldn’t see you for the whole weekend. But today? it was only a matter of hours until you were reunited at his place.

AT HIS PLACE?

Eddie began to internally panic, he had to get home as soon as possible and clean before you came by. His place? You knew where he lived, why would you suggest his place?

Not noticing his internal alarm, you shuffled away, making a beeline to your next class, muttering your usual “Bye, Eds.” That warmed and stung his heart every day.

Eddie followed your lead after a moment, grabbing his stuff to leave, but not before noticing what was left, caught up in his mess. Your textbook. He smiled and took it with him, somehow it calmed him from his hysteria, knowing that soon he’d see you again to return in and when he did? it was going to be completely vandalized.

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rosiesramblings · 1 year

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Growing Out of It

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie just smiled.

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infrequent-creator · 7 months

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DAY 13: Fangs

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

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simplee-dreaming · 2 years

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You Like It, Don't You?

A/N: A very quick fic that I had to get out as I dreamt about this last night and I'm fucking obsessed with Eddie Munson.

Word count: 596

Summary: Eddie suspects the reader likes to be tickled.

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“Babyyyy, come cuddle!” Eddie whined from the bedroom. You giggled as you stepped over the threshold. He was lying on the bed, wearing his classic Hellfire Club t-shirt and waving you over. You climbed onto the bed and lay on your side next to him, beckoning him to spoon you. He put one of his arms above your head and wrapped the other around your waist, cuddling you tight. You instantly relaxed in his arms.

“Your hair always smells amazing,” he said, nuzzling his nose into the back of your head. You giggled at the sensation and your head twitched.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you replied, giggling again as he continued to nuzzle.

“Is this tickling you?” He asked, grinning.

“No…”

“Oh really?” The hand that was wrapped around your waist slowly made its way to your stomach as he lightly tickled you.

“Eheddie…” you squirmed.

“Yes, baby?”

You giggled louder as his hand spider tickled your tummy.

“Nohoho,”

“What’s wrong? Does it tickle?” He wrapped his leg around yours so you couldn’t squirm away as he repositioned himself to kiss your neck.

“Eddhihihie!” You squealed, trying to crane your neck away from him but it was no use.

“Aww, you are so ticklish!” He murmured into your neck, the vibrations making it tickle more. He suddenly stopped and pulled you in for a tighter hug.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“What?”

“You like being tickled…”

“What? No! I..um…”

“Both of your hands were free to prise my fingers away from your tummy and to push my face away from your neck…yet you let me continue.” He leaned in close to whisper into your ear. “You like it, don’t you?”

You shook your head as you blushed and giggled again.

“Y/N….don’t lie to Eddie now…” he teased, his hand going back to tickle your tummy and hips, making you squirm like crazy. “Say you like it.”

“Nohohoho!”

“Y/N….” he sang.

“EddiHEHEHE!” You squealed loudly as his hand found the bottom of your ribs.

“Oh now this seems like a bad spot,” he teased, hovering his hand over your ribs. “Admit you like it, or I’m gonna get you…”

You stayed silent.

“Very well…coochie coochie coo,” he teased as his hand met your rib cage. You shrieked loudly and thrashed as much as you could with his leg pinning you down.

“OHOHOKAY OHOHOKAY!” You screamed as he skittered his fingers all over your ticklish ribs.

“Okay what?” He asked, speeding up his attack.

“I LIHIHIKE IT!”

“You like what?”

“THIHIHIS!”

“And what’s this?”

“EHEDDIHEHEHE PLEHEASE!”

“Okay, okay,” he giggled, ceasing his attack. He removed his leg so you could turn around to face him but your face was still bright red so you hid in his shoulder.

“It’s okay sweetheart, you are so adorable,” he cooed, giving you a head massage. “So, tell me again. Do you like being tickled?”

You slapped him on the chest but gave a shy nod.

“Well, it seems there’s only one thing we can do about that…”

You slowly lifted your head up and found him smirking down at you.

“The tickle monster’s got you…”

In the blink of an eye, Eddie moved to sit on top of you as his hands latched onto your ribs, sides, underarms and tummy. You screamed and laughed so loudly that he laughed with you. His hands danced around your ribs as he bent down to blow raspberry after raspberry on your neck, each time cooing about how adorably ticklish you were.

He really was perfect.

#tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #ler!eddie munson #lee!reader #if anyone spoils Stranger Things I will block you

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readerleedigest · 11 months

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Embarassing 101

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

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

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

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

Click click.

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

A few seconds passed, then click click.

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

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

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

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

You most definitely didn’t have it.

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

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

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

“Me?” Eddie gasped. “I would never.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Good luck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nancy and Robin chuckled.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

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

Your stomach sank as that classic mischievous Eddie smirk emerged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie, you missed a spot.”

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

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

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

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

Eddie yelped, before breaking into giggles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he just had to ruin it.

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

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

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Yes I would.”

“No you wouldn’t”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For whohoho?”

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

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

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

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

“Eddie, yes!” He responded.

“PLehehehease MOHOHOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!”

“As you wish.”

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

“Whahat?” you giggled.

“You’re just... so beautiful.”

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

“Why not?”

You stayed quiet, still hidden.

“Why not, Y/N?”

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

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

“OKAY OKAHAY OKAY!”

He stopped.

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

“Good. That’s the point, you goof.”

“Yeah, but it’s embarassing!”

“No it’s not. It’s adorable.”

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

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

He sent you into another fit of giggles.

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

...

Maybe he was right. You’d never tell.

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kittenwhiskers · 2 years

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Disagreement

Eddie makes plans to go out for a date with you, but you just want to spend this date at home with him. When the two of you can't come to an agreement, Eddie has a mischievous idea...

(This fic is Eddie x gn!reader, I'm thinking I'll make my next two fics include a male reader and a non-binary reader so everyone can have a little piece of the pie! Reader is 19-20 years old in this story. Enjoy!)

"Come on, sweetheart, we don't wanna be late~" Eddie beckoned in the doorway of his trailer, his leather jacket draped over his shoulder as he leaned against the doorframe.

"Late? What, did you make reservations?" You snickered, "it's a diner, darling."

Eddie rolled his eyes with a small grin. "You know what I mean, let's goooo!"

You sighed, shuffling toward the rack your coat was hanging from.

"Lunch sounds nice and all," you hummed, suddenly stopping in your tracks at the coat rack, before dramatically flopping down onto the couch behind you, "but having it here just sounds soooo much better..."

"What??" Eddie scoffed, leaning back into the living room just a bit, "you love Benny's!"

"Yes, you're right, I do," you agreed, your head slumping back and lazily dangling over the arm of the couch, "but I just wanna stay in today, can't we make an exception this once?"

Eddie gasped sharply, slamming his hand over his chest dramatically and stumbling against the wall.

"Oh no, my fair (y/n) doesn't like my date ideas anymore!" he cried theatrically, crumpling over on himself, "my soul is shattered, I can't go on!"

You grinned and giggled at his little performance, lifting your head up a bit.

"Oh, come on, is having a date at home really that awful?"

Eddie peered up through his curly locks for a split second, before charging toward the couch and jumping to sit on your legs, grabbing you by your shoulders and pulling you up.

"It is when I want to show the world that I'm with the most charming, irresistible beauty that's ever existed!" he growled, playfully shaking you back and forth.

"Lies," you remarked with a smirk, "all lies, all of it."

Eddie's face twisted with false anger at your denial of his compliments, glaring at you through a squint.

You flinched and began to giggle nervously when Eddie's hands dove for you, grabbing wherever he could. "Oh, you little-"

But nothing happened, he stopped in his tracks suddenly. Still giggling under your breath with a nervous grin, you looked up at him, confused.

"Y'know what...? I just had an idea," he said while cocking his head, before shifting around to turn his back toward you, still sitting on your legs- and keeping you pinned to the couch.

"Munson," you spoke with suspicion in your tone, "what are you planning...?"

"Ohhh, just something to settle this little disagreement," Eddie hummed, easily working the sneakers off your feet, leaving you in just your little patterned socks. "I will keep you right here fooorr... 5 minutes," he said, looking up at a clock on the wall, "if you tap out before then, we go with my plan, and if you hold your own for those 5 minutes, we stay home just like you want... sound good, darling~?"

"Oh, you dick!" You cried, already trying to worm your legs out from under him, "there's literally like, an infinite amount of other ways we could settle this!"

Eddie placed his hands over your ankles with a gentle grip to stop your squirming, that action on its own eliciting a decent yelp from you- which only caused him to chuckle at how utterly adorable you were.

"Yeah, but... we're already here like this," Eddie rebutted, "it'd just be easier to stick with this method instead of wasting time we could be spending on a date to think of something else."

You knew that at this point, no matter how much you bargained or protested, Eddie was going to do this- and if you surrendered (or didn't go along with it at all), you two were going to that diner.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could say anything, Eddie was already scribbling his fingers along the bottoms of your feet, sending you into a cackling fit as you threw your head back into the couch.

"AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!" you screamed out, "YOHOHOU DIDN'T EHEVEN WAHAHARN MEHEHEEE!"

"I did so warn you!" he sang back like a child, a smug smirk on his face, "I told you exactly what the plan was!"

"YOHOHOU DIDN'T SAHAHAY WHEHEHEN!"

"Oh, was I supposed to?" Eddie hummed, dragging his blunt nails up your soft arches, his weight keeping you from instinctively yanking your legs back, "I didn't realize that was part of the rules.... the rules that I made."

You only freaked out more when you felt a rush of cold air hit the bare skin of your feet as Eddie yanked your socks off, carelessly tossing them to the side.

"I don't remember a rule saying these had to stay on, either~" he teased cheekily, ever-so-lightly dragging his fingertips up your bare soles and relishing in the ticklish squeal that rang past your lips.

"YOHOU DON'T PLAHAHAY FAHAHAIR!" You cried, bucking and wiggling beneath the metalhead.

"Hey now, you should be thanking me for giving you a chance here," he chuckled, "we both know I could've easily dragged your ass into the van!"

Another minute went by with Eddie targeting every inch of skin on your soles, making sure not to miss a single spot, but you held strong, not calling for a break even once. You didn't think it could get any worse, until you felt his touch move up, his fingertips brushing across the tops of your feet.

"Ohoho my god!" Eddie laughed, surprised and delighted by your intense reaction to the new sensation, "ahare the tops worse than the bottoms?"

It tickled so bad, but you were too stubborn to call it quits, so all you could do was sit there and scream your little heart out while your boyfriend teased you with his words and tortured you into submission... well, at least he hoped it would lead to that.

You couldn't tell how much time had passed before his touch finally relented, and you thought that was finally the end of it... until you felt him turn back around to face you.

"Alright, I'm pretty bored of that spot, time to focus elsewhere..." he huffed with a cheeky grin. As he raised his hands above you with wiggling fingers, you felt the rest of your body tense up in anticipation. These five minutes were really starting to feel like an eternity...

Once again leaving you with no warning, Eddie's hands dove for your ribs, squeezing around and scribbling into as many soft spots as he could find, giving you a dramatic evil laugh as you quickly dissolved into hysterics yet again.

"Give up, young hero!" He bellowed in the most cheesy villain voice you'd ever heard, "your strength is no match for my claws of tickly doom!" Admittedly, if you hadn't already been laughing from the attack, you probably would have laughed at his stupid theatrics. It was one of those things you really loved about him.

You didn't notice how Eddie's eyes widened as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. Shit, he only had a minute left before you'd win the bet. If his final move didn't make you throw in the towel, nothing would.

"You've presevered well through my attack, young hero," Eddie hummed, rolling up your top to expose your tummy, "I'm afraid you've left me no choice but to deal my most devastating attack~!"

You tried to protest through your babbling, weakly fighting off Eddie's hands before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them on either side of you. Once he had you firmly down, he planted his lips right over your bellybutton, and blew a series of long, ticklish raspberries right on your tummy!

Even if you wanted to tap out, you had no words to say so. All you could do was lay there and scream till your laughter fizzled into silent wheezing. Even though he knew he was gonna lose this bet, Eddie was just in heaven. His heart melted over the sound of your laughter. He loved making you smile, he loved making you laugh, he loved being the one to bring that beautiful blush to your cheeks.

He knew when enough was enough, however. When he heard you start to wheeze, he let up. He didn't even have to look at the clock to know the 5 minutes was up.

"Ugh, damnit," he groaned, throwing his head back as he fell to the other side of the couch, "you're too resilient, (l/n)."

"Fuh.. fuhuhuck yohohou..." you giggled breathlessly, not moving a muscle as you lay on the couch and recovered your air supply.

Eddie couldn't help but smile as he climbed across the couch and lied down next to you, scooping you up into his arms.

"Yeah, I deserved that," he chuckled, "guess we're staying here today."

Good. After the shit he just pulled, you needed a good cuddle session with your favorite metalhead.

#eddie munson #eddie x gn!reader #eddie x reader #reader insert #tickling #tickle #ler!eddie munson #lee!reader #feet tickles #tummy tickles #reader getting raspberried #upper body tickles #sfw tickles #cuddling #tickle fic #stranger things

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amitlee · 1 year

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Flowing

Warnings: none

Summary: The awaited Steddie fic! Eddie and Steve tend to cause mischief more than anything else.

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If you were to tell Steve that poking fun at Eddie’s guitar would end with him pinned to the floor with a vengeful musician on top of him, he probably would’ve come up with a better way to entertain himself. But he didn’t, and the fingers mercilessly digging into his hips were punishment for his bad judgement. So like anyone would do in his position, he complained to the fullest.

“Eheheheddie! Eddihihihihie! Stahahap!” Steve yelped as Eddie’s skilled fingers took him apart. It wasn’t the first time he’d been subjected to this treatment, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Stop?” Eddie questioned. “Oh, but did you stop when I told you to? No, because you wanted attention didn’t you? Well you’ve got my full attention now, pretty boy.” Eddie said in a mocking tone as he massaged his thumbs into Steve’s hips, delighted at the squeal and kicking it got.

“IHIHIhihi- Ihi didnt wahahahant yohour attention!” Steve retorted, though his red face said otherwise.

“Well then maybe you just wanted my hands on you, is that it? Just couldn’t stand that something else had my fingers on it?” Eddie grinned something evil. “Why, Harrington if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like it when I tickle yo-“

“SHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT!” Steve interrupted. Playfully pushing Eddie away with no real strength.

Eddie gave Steve a disappointed look, “Interrupting me while I give you what you so desperately wanted? That’s low, even for you.” He latched onto Steve’s thighs in retaliation, squeezing up and down the muscle.

Steve howled in laughter and attempted to curl up, but couldn’t because of Eddie’s perch on his hips. He felt wiggling fingers make their way down to his knees and squeeze, making him snort. He tossed his head back and babbled through his mirth, “SAHAHARRY! I’M SOHOHORRY EDS!”

Eddie stopped his brutal attack. He moved up to cuddle next to Steve, both of them lying on the ground. He wrapped his arms around Steve and drew patterns across his stomach. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Steve’s neck, the sheer proximity making the man giggle and flinch.

“Eheheddie, plehehease-“ Steve begged half heartedly. Honestly, he loved their playful moments.

Eddie smiled into Steve’s neck. He spoke lowly, ensuring his voice would reverberate. “Stop? Oh, darling, you don’t really want that, do you?” He asked, his voice sounding like honey.

Steve shook his head, because of course he did. He’d do anything if it meant he could stay in this moment. Sue him for liking a little affection.

Eddie cooed, relishing in the whine it drew from Steve. “Well aren’t you sweet today?” He smiled. “It almost makes me feel bad for this.”

For what? Is what Steve intended to say. But Eddie clearly wasn’t thinking about Steve’s coherent speech as he blew a raspberry where his head rested on Steve’s neck, simultaneously scratching his lower stomach.

Steve positively squealed at the ambush of energy surging through his system. He attempted to jerk away as Eddie placed another raspberry in the same spot. His attempt was only rewarded by Eddie’s fingers being pushed harder onto his stomach. Despite the near overwhelming sensation, Steve simply held onto Eddie’s forearm and curled up.

It was Eddie who finally called quits, even as Steve’s voice began to get raspy.

“And people think I’m a sadist, just wait until they meet you. You’ll be the talk of the town.” Eddie teased.

Steve huffed, blowing his wild hair out of his face. He looked up at Eddie, the two holding eye contact before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“You look like a lion, Harrington!”

“Yeah? Well you look like a KIϟϟ reject!”

The pair quickly dissolved back into shoving and bickering, laughter at the edges of their voice as they fought to avenge themselves.

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I actually really really like this one.

AND BEHOLD, THE ORIGINAL PROFILE PICTURE IS BACK BUT PINK

Thank you for all the support on my last fic, I probably wouldn’t have posted this without it. While I’m not done writing for MCYT, I am making a little effort to branch out.

#ticklecommunity #tickle fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things tickle #stranger things tickle fic #stranger things story #Lee!Steve Harrington #lee!steve #lee!harrington #Ler!eddie #Ler!eddie Munson #Ler! Munson

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tkpuke · 2 years

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No Crime in Relaxing

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 3,222

In which the growing distance away from your friends only caused one person to notice. To notice the color draining out your adored personality. To notice how long it’s been since you last laughed or even pulled a tiny smile. That person being your best friend, Eddie Munson.

This is a tickle fic. Please do not read if that’s not your thing.

Your conversations to your friends all slowly became the same. Discussing on their next hangout, giggling about how fun it’ll be spending time together by being dumb young teenagers, then heads turning to you to see if you’re in. Bowling, skating, and late night kickbacks. It guarantees you a blast, but you give your friends a apologetic look with a quiet ‘no, sorry.’ Each and every time.

‘No biggie’, is what they always tell you. Will they ever get past seeing it as a “no biggie”, and maybe question if you’re doing alright? You give it your best to try attending invites to parties n such, finding a way to work with your strict curfew set by your parents. You usually do, in fact, make it every time. Though these past couple of weeks you found yourself going straight home after school, alone in your room doing homework and study your ass off until night falls where you plop into bed for the next day to repeat the cycle.

The cycle you fully blame on your parents. Your parents have set expectations on you since day one. They remind you everyday, but lately their expectations has started to weigh heavy on your shoulders. The exhaustion of desperately trying to live up their dream of having the most perfect and smartest kid in Hawkins kicked in, leaving you unmotivated to keep up the good scores in tests and be the top of everything when it leaves them unsatisfied at the end. Your parents want more, thinking you can do better.

Focused so much on completing the goals they have on you which only benefits them and earn bragging rights when speaking to other parents, that they completely turned a blind eye on how it might’ve left a negative toll on you.

The one person who seemed to have an immediate problem on not having enough time for them, was Eddie Munson. Doesn’t take awhile to note he can’t live without getting unlimited attention from his close friends dear to his heart. You are nearing top three on his list who owns a special spot in his heart, which comes down to him wanting to spend as much time with you as possible.

You never complained. Eddie gave you the type of friendship everyone envied to have in a guy best friend. Sharing deep conversations at Skull Rock, inviting you over to his trailer to give you a sick mini concert in his room, to the time you snorted out your milkshake from your nose because Eddie’s jokes were gold. There was not a single dull moment you’ve had with him.

Explains the great pain you’ve gotten with the amount of times you had to decline his offers to spend quality time with you.

“Sorry, Eddie.” Is all you say, tucking some hair behind your ear as you walk down the halls, three books in your arms. You heard footsteps behind you, Eddie giving gentle pushes to people followed by ‘excuse me’s’ to try walking beside you.

“No no, I totally get it. Drive-in movies are outdated.” Eddie starts, beaming from his next suggestion as he shakes your shoulders a bit. “But playing DND isn’t.”

Dungeons and Dragons hasn’t failed in getting you to cave in whenever you swore to Eddie you were busy. Your slight obsession to the game was what brought you two close, playing together until feeling burned out. You knew Eddie probably thought he had reeled you in with this one, but from all the declines and distancing to your friends has made it easy to even refuse an activity you would agree on doing in a heartbeat.

“I can’t today.” You haven’t made eye contact with him once since the start of this conversation. The confused yet disappointed expression he’ll soon wear would bring a strong wave of guilt towards you. You can’t bear to face that, especially since you damn well know you can make time for anyone, just the determination of pleasing your parents is what’s pulling you back.

Eddie damn well knows too. Of course he does, he’s your best friend.

You halted your movements the minute Eddie got in front of you, blinking in complete surprise. “Okay, what? You’re always down in playing DND. What’s so important right now other than that?”

You scoff a little. “Heading to the library to study for Mrs. Eyerly’s next big biology test. You should try it sometime.” Adding the last part couldn’t be helped, you constantly nagged him to put more effort in his classes by joining you in study sessions. The repeated no’s irked you a bit.

Your small library trips weren’t unknown to him. The library card makes an appearance whenever you open your wallet around Eddie. Although, it isn’t a place you would call your second home.

“Bullshit. I refuse to believe someone study’s for two weeks straight and still be completely sane.”

You give off an eye-roll, sometimes forgetting how dramatic Eddie is. “Do you not see the books in my hands? I’m not bullshitting.”

You took a step to walk around him, but he quickly blocks your path a second time. “Give yourself a break, Y/N. There’s nothing wrong with doing that.”

Your eyes falls down to your shoes, avoiding his now softened gaze. “Yes there is.” You took off as soon as you replied, not looking back. You felt Eddie’s eyes watching you leave, holding back in catching up to continue the pathetic argument. Eddie knows this won’t be the last time your conversations will end like how it did. When next time rolls around, he’ll fight back.

The morning newspaper was waved at your face, Eddie pointing at a certain title through the list of movie showings tonight. “Aliens tonight, sweetheart. Me, you, and the rest of the group.”

You snagged it out from his hands, reading the timings. There was one time where it showed just before the sun will set, and you assumed that’s the timing Eddie was planning to go see. Bless him, for understanding you had no control over your early curfew but still made plans regardless because he worked along with it pretty well.

“There’s no reason to back down. You’ve been waiting on the edge of your seat for Aliens to release ever since the first one came out.” He’s right. Ever since the first movie, you’ve been obsessed with anything horror. Then you discovered the Alien comics, so you kept busy reading all of those while waiting for a continuation. A new interest of yours lead to talking Eddie’s ear off about all your own theories and fangirling. He never mind, he thought the first one was as amazing as you perceived it. If there’s one thing Eddie loved about you, is how you get into deep detailed conversations about your special interests.

“This might be a long movie. I’m not sure if I’ll be home in time for dinner.” You attempted. Not your best excuse, because when were you ever a big fan of your parents cooking? You rather stick with microwave TV dinners.

“Tell your parents after the movies you’ll have dinner at whoever’s friend’s house since they offered.” Eddie shrugged like it was no big deal, but there’s one thing that is.

“I think they’ll get a heart attack if I tell them I’m gonna watch Aliens.” You thanked your good friend, Jenna, at the time to convince your parents to let you spend the night then immediately buying two tickets to watch Alien. Some days you would do anything to go back to sweet ol’ 79, wanting to experience the film for the very first time again.

At this moment, especially considering how this past month has been for you, there’s no way your parents will buy you wanting to have a sleepover tonight at some friend’s house. They already have the mindset that since you’re a senior, you grew past all those “kiddy” stuff. Besides, you can’t even think of one lunch friend you’re close enough with to stay the night over.

“Uh, I know. Which is exactly why I’m giving you ideas on how to lie to them.” Eddie scoffs, seeing you stay in silence for a couple of seconds while kicking pebbles nearby.

He releases a sigh before speaking once more. “I don’t think you understand how not only me, but the whole group misses you.” A hand squeezes your shoulder, causing you to finally meet his eyes. “It’s okay to take a break once in awhile. Fuck your parents for telling you otherwise.”

You let out a breathy laugh, nodding your head understandably to his comforting words. Comfort, All Eddie gives you in your troubling times without hesitation. You never had to verbally ask for him to reassure your growing worries away, he just knows when it’s the right time for his help. You believe without a doubt Eddie having the ability to read his friends’ moods like an open book so fantastically is his gifted sixth sense. He’s been by your side since day one, you were too blind beforehand to realize.

A barely visible smile tugs on the corner of your lips, saying ‘thank you’ by playfully punching his shoulder in your guy’s own made up physical language.

“Well, what are we waiting for? We have a movie to catch.”

The long line to the ticket booth brought no shock for everyone. The wait gave you a chance to catch up with everyone, also apologizing profusely when Gareth purposefully made you feel guilty for all the times you missed out on the hellfire campaign nights due to your stressful study sessions. Jeff shares his gratefulness that you’re here now and that is all that matters, Eddie agreeing.

The minute you sat down, you couldn’t contain your legs from bouncing with excitement. Every single scene got you watching intently, absolutely refusing to do a bathroom break until the very end of the movie. You wouldn’t dare to miss anything. Jeff and Gareth made a few whisper comments to each other during the middle of it, causing you to shush them by giving a single glare to your right.

You gained the urge to snack, Eddie giving you his popcorn. Apparently you were supposed to share, because when you handed back the paper bag empty, he crumbled it up and flicked it to your cheek before forcing Jeff or Gareth to get up and buy some more. You had no regrets, buttery popcorn tastes amazing while you watch people getting beaten down by a bunch of horrifying aliens.

The movie eventually came to an end, all four of you walking out as everyone discussed their favorite scenes with the thrill of wanting to watch it a second time.

“Man, I’m telling you, Ripley is a total badass.” Eddie practically swooned. You wouldn’t understand why anybody would not have the hots for the main character. Having the guts to face giant creatures a second time willingly is the kind of bravery everyone is immediately attracted to.

“Newt is definitely my new favorite. She is so adorable.” You added in the topic of which character sucked and which didn’t.

“I for sure thought she was gonna die when those ugly son of a bitches took her.” Jeff said, shuddering a little in picturing himself ending up in Newt’s situation.

“What, you mean like this?” Suddenly you felt arms wrap tightly around your torso, feet high off the ground. “Eddie!” You yelped, getting spun around as he pretended to gobble on your neck with growling noises for dramatic theatrical points. Lips never touched your skin, but the close proximity along with the growling sent a ticklish chill down your spine.

Before you even had time to giggle, the playful attack ended as soon as it started. From how quick it all happened, the group all laughed due to your confused yet startled reaction afterwards.

Although, you smiled right after, because moments like these are exactly what you’ve missed so dearly.

You gave your goodbye waves to Gareth and Jeff before hopping in the car with Eddie in the driver’s seat. When arriving at the trailer, you mentioned you were a little bit hungry thanks to only filling your stomach up with popcorn.

“I can fix something up for you.” Eddie suggests but the nervous rubbing on the back of his neck tells you he doesn’t have much to serve a perfect gourmet meal. The possibility of eating ramen or Chef Boyardee ravioli didn’t matter, food is food.

“Don’t worry, I know you aren’t the world’s best chef.” You say with a bit of tease lacing your tone. Eddie lightly scoffs, crossing his arms. “It was one time I almost burnt this entire place down. One.”

You giggled, briefly going back to that memory. Eddie trying to surprise you with delicious banana bread for your birthday went south before he could even blink. Eddie learned two things that day. Baking is not his speciality, and there’s nothing wrong in going to the mall to buy a cute necklace instead, rather than going the extra mile and baking dessert as your gift.

“I miss hearing your laugh.” He says, catching you off guard. A nice shade of pink becomes visible on your cheeks, fiddling a strand of your hair whenever you’ve become too flustered to speak. You felt a little guilty as well, noticing you haven’t been the happiest usually this past month.

“Time to hear more of that.” Your thoughts became interrupted with Eddie joining you on the couch, gently tackling you down. You squeaked in complete surprise of feeling ten fingers tickling you silly on your sides.

“Noho EDDIE!” You rolled off the couch, scrambling to stand up quickly. You mentally scolded yourself for forgetting ever since Eddie discovered how ridiculously ticklish you are, he found just about every reason he could to tickle your breath away. You’re being a pain in the ass? He’ll focus on your worst spot until you’re spluttering out giggly apologies. You’re laughing when he’s in unlucky situations? He will give you something better to laugh about. Oh, you’re just minding your own business by simply existing? Too peaceful for Eddie, you’re getting a tickle attack whether you were prepared for it or not.

You kept glancing behind, making sure you would not trip on anything as you’re backing away in fear. Eddie has no problem chasing after you. You know this. Whenever you think you’ve successfully gotten away, he scares the absolute shit out of you from thin air. The speed Eddie gains when he runs is terrifying, to say the least.

“C’mon, don’t make this hard.” Eddie takes another step forward, opening his arms for a warm innocent hug. “Bring it in.”

You weren’t gonna give up so easily. You swore, actually. Although, you guessed God decided you needed this more than anything, because the minute you turned your heel to run, Eddie caught you by solely taking two big steps.

“All I asked for was a hug, but you decided to make a run from it?” The light squeezes on the lower set of your ribs instantly took you apart, burying your entire face in his chest which muffled your shrieking laughter. “My hugs can’t be that bad, can it?” Eddie asked you calmly like you weren’t slowly going limp in his arms.

“Yohou weren’t gohona hug meHEHE!” You squealed when his nimble fingers crept higher, aiming for under your arms.

A gasp escaped his lips, mocking offense. “Are you calling me a liar? I think you just did.” Hands meeting their destination, Eddie following you to the floor as your legs gave out.

He pulled your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around your torso giving his hands an easy time to skitter up and down to the top of your ribs and down to your hips, over and over again. Heels digging for purchase on the floor, hoping it’d give you a strength boost to rip away from his grasp.

He caught on. Of course Eddie caught on, because he only made the embrace tighter. “Going somewhere? Must suck to realize you can’t do anything but kick your legs endlessly.”

You grew nervous the more time Eddie spent skittering around your stomach area, dangerously going close to your hips. Targeting the hips earns a wild snort from you, then being sprinkled with hiccups in between. A priceless reaction, one Eddie loves to see. You were aware he is mere seconds from digging his two thumbs deeply on the soft spots near your hip bones.

“Eddie, plehehease. I’m smiling, okaHAY? I’m happy! No moHORE! GOHOD!” Stopping near your waist, squirming uncontrollably by anticipation. Eddie grins, one you don’t trust. The sudden latching on your hips made you jump a literal inch off the ground, grabbing onto his wrists like it would help the slightest in stopping everything.

“You’re right, and I’m so glad you are. Do you want to know what tells me you’re really happy?” You didn’t want to know, because you already know. Thumbs harshly drilling your hips nonstop for thirty seconds felt like hours on your poor end. Needless to say, you snorted. Loud. The hiccuping came shortly after, cuing Eddie to pull his hands back.

“Aaaand stopping.” Eddie beams in delight, being nice enough to rub away the leftover ticklish sensations for you. That is until he pinched your thigh to catch you off guard, rewarded with a shocked squeak. “Or am I?”

“You’ll be wanted for murder, because I’ll seriously die.” You over-exaggerate, showing Eddie a thankful look for finally leaving your ticklish spots alone and helping you up. ”I guess my work here is done.” Eddie says while dusting his hands together.

“Thank you, Eddie.” For not just getting you to loosen up. Not for having to fight for you to open your eyes and realize how the distance towards the people you love has taken a toll on your everyday lovable personality. Not for breaking the unhealthy cycle you forced yourself on, stressing weekly on being the top of all your classes purely for your parents pride in you.

For being right there, by your side, since day one. You never saw hesitation flicker across Eddie’s face whenever he had to step in to cheer you up. Eddie got his priorities straight, and that’s checking daily you’re comfortable and in a good mood before he can be.

He nodded a ‘you’re welcome’, his dimple smile revealing itself. “Now,” Eddie fetched two cans of Chef Boyardee spaghetti and meatballs, also setting two bowls on the small kitchen table. “Let’s feast, shall we?”

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writingwitharlo · 2 years

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the 80s crop top era would have been steve's downfall (and eddie's uprise)

#someone tell me why i bother doing lighting and shading when i always end up using the flat colour version #steddie #tickling #tickle art #stranger things #ticklish!steve harrington #stranger things tickle art #steve harrington #eddie munson #my art #ler!eddie munson #lee!steve harrington

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inkaddict1978 · 2 years

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If you’d asked him how he’d gotten himself into this mess, Steve Harrington would have lied, over exaggerated expression of innocence on his face. Not that he was in the position to portray any emotion other than giggle-drunk bliss at the moment, the laughter induced, wide smile taking over all of his features. His eyes were squeezed shut, crinkles forming at the edges, nose scrunched. “Adorable.” Eddie thought to himself as he continued his loving torture.

Steve knew exactly what he’d been doing these past few days, pushing Eddie’s buttons in what he’d hoped had been all the right ways, yet nothing had seemed to work. Eddie, the ever patient one in their relationship, had yet to elicit a response to any of Steve’s antics. Apparently, stealing his guitar pick had crossed some invisible line Steve hadn’t known existed. He’d barely had time to register the smirk on Eddie’s face before he was pushed face down on the bed, with Eddie’s hands burrowing underneath his body, finding purchase at the groove of his hips on either side. Pinching and prodding at a maddening pace, Steve had no hope of concealing his reaction, lost to laughter almost immediately. That had been almost five minutes ago.

Since then, Eddie had managed to flip Steve over, face up, launching a full scale attack on his belly. “Nonononono.” Steve giggled as he tried desperately to grab Eddie’s wrists. “Addicting.” Eddie could get lost in Steve’s laughter, compose symphonies to it. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Unfortunately, he knew Steve would need a break soon. Not quite yet though. Still time for a little fun.

While Steve was focused on ineffectively protecting his stomach, Eddie shifted forward, digging into Steve’s armpits before his arms could come crashing down to block his target. A surprised shriek punctuated the air, Steve’s head shaking back and forth rapidly, while his arms squeezed to his sides as tightly as possible. All he managed to do was trap Eddie’s hands, not deterring the movement of his fingers at all. “Shit, shit, shit, Eddie nohohoho. Please not there. I’ll die!” Steve babbled. “I’ll do anything, just please not there!” If Steve was trying to plead for his life, he wasn’t very convincing, smile still stretched brightly across his face. “Beautiful.”

“No way you didn’t know this was coming, you’ve been bugging me for days. Practically begging for it.” Eddie taunted through a smile of his own. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Munson!” Steve managed to scream between hysterical cackles. Eddie just sighed and rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, always the stubborn one. Eddie was used to it, but it didn’t hurt to try and take him down a couple of notches every now and then. He was certainly enjoying this method, and it seemed Steve was as well, if his tortured smile was any indication.

When Eddie had initiated this, it had been instinctual. He’d noticed Steve’s attempts to get his attention the past several days, and the way he’d slightly deflated every time Eddie hadn’t reacted the way he’d hoped. Truth was, Eddie had been cautious initially because he’d wanted to be sure he was reading the situation correctly. Now, in the moment, there was no doubt. Steve had been asking for this. As time progressed, he made sure to watch for any signs of discomfort in Steve’s responses and reactions. So far he’d found none. Still, this was uncharted territory, new boundaries being crossed, and he wanted to tread lightly. Their relationship was fairly new and the last thing Eddie wanted to do was make Steve uncomfortable. As he continued, he couldn’t help but notice that aside from all the bartering and laugh laced threats, Steve wasn’t really trying to stop this. His words may have objected, but they were betrayed by the emotion that radiated so brightly from every pore, Eddie was blinded. Uncharted territory indeed. Get him a map and he’d spend days exploring it.

He continued for a few moments before slowing his fingers. Steve managed to lift his arms long enough to release Eddie’s trapped hands, limbs heavy with exhaustion, dopey smile lingering on his face. Eddie slid off Steve in favor of snuggling up behind him. When Steve felt Eddie’s hands return to his sides, he tensed, but they didn’t stay there, lingering just long enough to pull Steve back to rest comfortably against Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s left hand found purchase in Steve’s hair, massaging his scalp, while his other hand rubbed soothing circles on his belly. Steve was tired, but apparently not too tired to smirk out a comment about Eddie being talented enough to “rub his belly and pat his head at the same time” which earned him a quick flutter of fingers at the nape of his neck. Steve snorted and scrunched, and Eddie decided that was definitely worth exploring in detail at a later time. For now, he was content to lay there, letting the sounds of his boyfriend’s soft breathing lull him to the edge of consciousness. Just before he drifted off he heard Steve whisper “thank you.”

These two are living rent free in my head these days.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things tickle fic #lee! steve harrington #ler!eddie munson

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 1 year

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“Teaming up is unfair!!” with ler!eddie and ler!steve 🫣🫢

"Teaming up is unfair!!!"

Those were the words that left your mouth, and they were quickly followed by a screech and a symphony of giggles as Steve and Eddie began poking and clawing at your torso. "Youhou cahahan't juhuhust bohoth- HEHEY! THIHIS IHIHIS SOHOHO UNFAHAHAIRRR!"

"Says the instigator?" Robin teased from the passenger seat, her brows furrowed and lips curled into a grin of amusement.

Your eyes met Robin's in the car's front view mirror, but before you could say something, Steve had dug his thumbs into your hips, making you shriek with laughter and twist in your seat. "Sahays the instigator! You started this tickle fight. We're just finishing it!"

"Perhaps it wasn't the wisest plan to provoke both of us... when you're the one stuck in the middle seat, Y/N~" Eddie sang, pausing his playful onslaught on your sides while he looked into the mirror, which prompted Steve to stop and allow you a moment to breathe. "Hey, Wheeler, about how much longer would you say we'll be stuck in the car for?"

"About fifteen minutes," Nancy answered. "Give or take a few."

You saw the mischievous glint in Steve's eyes, before looking over at Eddie, only to see that same glint of utter mischief, complete with an impish grin. "Ohoh noho... Dohohon't youhou dahahare! DOHON'T YOUHOU EHEHEVEN DAHAHAHAHARE!"

Steve gasped loudly, with an air of sarcasm and sass. "Oh shit! Guess what? We dared~!"

"Double dared~"

"Double. Dared."

"If you make Y/N kick my seat again like you did last time I'll come back there, dingus." Robin warned, moving her seat forward for good measure as Nancy chuckled.

"Oh please. You nearly tripped on air this morning but you're gonna come back here while the car is moving?" Steve continued his banter with Robin as he and Eddie continued their playful revenge.

You weren't about to say it out loud, but you had no regrets about bothering the two. It certainly made for an entertaining car ride.

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Happy Halloween everyone! AGDHSJD This is the first drabble I've written for ler!Steve and I hope I did good with writing him in character 🥺 /gen

Thank you so much for the prompt, anon! This was fun to write 😖 /gen /pos

Until next time!

~ Ushu 💜 (/p)

#sugar-answers #tickle drabble #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fic #ler!steve harrington #ler!steve #ler!eddie munson #ler!eddie #lee!reader #ticklish!reader

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warrenwrites · 2 years

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Quid Pro Quo

Quid Pro Quo Eddie Munson x Reader

I spent longer than I'm proud of looking for the gif of Eddie leaning back in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk while he pouted slightly. Only to realize that I made that up in my head while writing this and it never actually happened.

This is seriously one of my favourites, I’m so in love with this, thank you so much for the request @chloenotfound404

Will proof read in the morning

Summary: Eddie teaches you to play guitar in exchange for baking lessons, mischief occurs.

Word Count: 5.3K!!!!!

"Psst," you heard from behind. You knew exactly where the noise was coming from. This was the only class you had with Eddie where he was forced to sit behind you but that never stopped him from finding ways to bother you.

You didn't respond, telling yourself you were focused, but really it was just to irk Eddie. You knew he wouldn't stand for the silent treatment so you had no fear in missing out on the conversation.

"Hey!" He whisper-shouted, this time kicking the back of your chair to get your attention.

Turning your head slightly to the side you answered, "what do you want now, Munson?" You asked, without turning your body to face him.

"I need your help," he confessed.

"What could you need help with? It's literally just note taking-"

"No not this," he dismissed, shocked by the insinuation in the first place. "I need you to teach me to make a cake, I wanna do something for Wayne's birthday this year."

“What? Why are you asking me?” You asked in a whisper, head turned slightly over your shoulder but body still facing the front of the class. “Why don’t you just use the recipe books I have at your place?”

“C’mon, I need your help. I need your help,” he pleaded. You were sure it was pure flattery but you'd be lying to say it didn't work a little. “You’re so good at everything.”

He only said this because you were famous in his trailer for your culinary skills. Over the last few years you’d known the Munson's, you often found yourself trying new recipes and techniques to show off and get their opinions on. It was never anything less than 10/10, except one time when all you had asked them to do was stir the sauce and it became inedible in the five minutes you were gone. Wayne wasn’t a half bad cook so you souly blamed Eddie’s intervention.

That and because you once sewed a patch onto Eddie’s jacket with such precision it looked ironed on. You also could untangle his Walkman cord in record time and get knots out of his hair without having to cut it.

He might have had a point. It was true to say you were extremely dexterous so Eddie was right to come to you for your baking skills, it was truly your golden talent. However, committing to the humble role you took on every time you severed a meal with a quick “It’s not my best.”, or maybe you just liked to bug him, you denied Eddie’s claim.

“I’m not good at everything,” you argued, shaking your head, body still facing away from him.

You heard him huff and slump over his desk before humming in thought and perking his head back up. “That’s true, actually. You’re a total disgrace at the guitar.”

Once again, Eddie was right on the money. One could argue you’d never really tried in the first place, but anytime you picked up his baby you couldn’t find a cord to save your life. Regardless, the certainty in his voice pissed you off, “Excuse me?”

“I’ve never heard a cat going through a vacuum,” he teased. “But I have to imagine it sounds kinda the same.”

You snapped around to fully face him and threw an eraser at his head, at the shit-eating grin that was plastered onto his face. It hit his chest instead and you held your scowl while you turned back to face your work, attempting to hide the smile trying to force it’s way onto your face.

“It’s true!” He defended. “But I suppose you wouldn’t know since you’re clearly tone deaf.”

You bit your lip to hide the smile that he couldn’t even see, in an attempt to stay quiet and not defend yourself. He was just trying to wind you up as he always did.

Eddie didn't need to see your face to know you were smiling, he just knew, he always did, so he persisted. “Heeeeeey.”

You didn’t respond.

“Pleeeeeease?” In the midst of your silent treatment, you felt an electric shock run down your spine as Eddie poked the back of his pen into your back and dragged it lightly down your spine.

You nearly jumped out of your seat with how hard you flinched, squeaking involuntarily at the tickly sensation, audible only to the two of you. You let your head fall back in sigh after a moment of reissuing. Him figuring this out was surely the worst thing that could ever and will ever happen to you.

“What’s this?” He questioned, smirk evident in his voice.

When you still didn’t respond, too distracted by coming to terms with the fact that you were now subject to a life long torment, you felt it again. “Eddie!” You squeaked, jumping around to face him. You reached for his pen and snatched it out of his hand to point at him accusatorily. “Would you cut it out?”

He leant back in his chair as he raised his eyebrows and, in a voice of wonder and genuine disbelief, asked “Ticklish?”

You felt the heat rise to your face and you were sure that steam was coming off the top of your head. You opened your mouth to either defend yourself or scold him but he interrupted you before you could get a word out.

“Pleeeease help me.” He pouted dramatically. “C’mon Obi Wan, you’re my only hope,” he mimicked in a voice higher than his own.

You rolled your eyes at his terrible impression, “Star Wars, really?” He smiled proudly and the sight alone made you melt inside. You slammed the pen down on his desk but didn’t remove your hand. “I will help you, if you teach me guitar.”

He looked at you quizzically and questioned, “You really wanna learn?”

“At least a little,” you shrugged. “Quid Pro Quo. I will teach you to bake so you don’t come to me every time you crave something sweet and you teach me guitar so I have one more thing you can admire me for.”

Eddie stared, smiling, he always loved your monologues, especially when they had an undertone that some may call vain but he admired for your exaggerated confidence. He wanted to express his adoration for you but all that came out was, “It’s sexy when you speak Latin.”

You could have sworn your face was going to catch fire like a speeding tire. You were used to the flirting that you repeatedly told yourself was meaningless, but sometimes he said just the thing to catch you off guard. “Well?” You prompted, removing your hand from the pen.

Eddie was in deep contemplation; on one hand he didn’t want you to stop baking for him but on the other hand he really wanted to give Wayne a homemade cake. It was also more time he could spend with you and he’d be lying to say he didn’t long to see you holding his guitar again. “You got yourself a deal, Sweetness.”

The guitar fixation began one morning when you stopped by his trailer to get him out of bed for school. He huffed and clung to his pillows, mumbling that it was cold and if you weren’t gonna join him then he’s happy for you to stand there and freeze. His attitude came to a holt when he heard the familiar ‘ting’ of his unplugged guitar.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw you holding his guitar by the neck, hoisted with your arm stretched out. “Get out of bed. Or the guitar gets it,” you threatened dramatically, holding it completely still in the air.

Eddie had laughed at you and turned slightly. It was then you noticed his fluffy hair, half-lidded eyes and shirtless torso. No wonder he was cold. Above all you noticed his blissful smile as he watched you, it was a sight you would never forget and long for every time he looked at you. “Give it a go,” he encouraged with a small nudge to the air before lazily dropping his hand back onto the bed.

You assume it was intended as a challenge but it came out with such soft encouragement that you were completely compelled. You put the strap around your neck and held it with unsteady hands. You had no clue what you were doing and you felt extremely nervous under Eddie’s watchful eye so instead of genuinely attempting a cord you obnoxiously strummed down to create a god-awful racket while you bit your lip to match the intensity.

Eddie groaned, flopping back onto the bed and yanked a pillow over his ears. “Mercy!” He called before clambering out of bed with his hands stretched out in front of him. “Okay okay okay, I'm up. Stop stop stop, have mercy on this home and my precious ears.”

Despite his protests, Eddie had caught sight of you fumbling to hold his guitar in his room, biting your lip and smiling as you did. He made a point to solidify that memory and it was one he’d often replay over an over in his mind. Truth be told that was probably the moment he started to fall for you.

So when you found yourself back in his room, arms stationed on the instrument he so dearly loved, it felt like Heaven on Earth to him. You sat of the edge of his bed, feet flat on the floor while Eddie sat behind you with his right leg tucked up underneath him.

“We’ll start with something easy-” he began after clearing his throat and scooting closer to you.

“What? I’m not gonna riff ‘Master of The Puppets?” You teased, knowing how many long hours he’d recently put in to learning the song.

He held back a laugh at how wrong your wording was and instead groaned, throwing his head back. “Don’t bring up that song right now, I swear my fingers are still bleeding.”

You fake pouted at his misery, jutting out your bottom lip, mockingly, “want me to kiss ‘em better?” You watched the breath hitch in Eddies throat and had to force your attention away from his neck.

He chuckled in response before grabbing your left hand in his and placing your hand gently on the guitars neck. “Okay so these lines here are frets,” he explained as he moved his hand and pressed down on each of the spaces between the lines, counting zero to six as he did. “That’s all we’re gonna need for this song.”

You liked the way he said ‘we’ instead of ‘you’. “I think I can handle it so far,” you encouraged, brashly.

“We’ll see,” he countered, pausing to look at you with raised eyebrows. He moved your hand in the pattern ‘Open, Three, Five. Open, Three, six five. Open, three, five. Three, open.’ And you continued the pattern until you could do it without looking. “Alright, see? You are a natural at everything,” he encouraged in a distractingly sweet voice.

“You were right for once,” you shrugged and looked up to meet his slight scowl. “Now, how about I actually make a noise?”

Eddie scoffed, “you make plenty of noises,” he said, bringing the heat back to your cheeks as your mind went to dark places. “The trick is getting you to stop.”

“Hey! Pot to kettle,” you shamed.

“Okahay, sorry.” He loosened his grip on your left hand and rested his right, subconsciously, on your waist.

After some time you could clearly hear the introduction to ‘Smoke on the Water’ but as you tapped your head to the beat you focused on the counting in your head. ‘Open, three, five. Open, three, six five. Open, three, five. Three, open.’ It took all your focus so you paid no attention to the fact that Eddie was staring at you, matching your concentration.

At this moment, he debated just giving in and kissing you. That’s what they did in the movies, right? Just get caught up in the moment and go for it? It usually worked out for them.

His gaze was interrupted as you sat straight up and turned to face him, nearly tapping his nose with yours. “Stop it.” You demanded with the signature ‘Talking to Eddie’ face and he was sure you meant the staring until he paid closer attention. In his distraction he had subconsciously started tapping along to the beat with his hand that rested on your side, sending the sensation up your torso.

When the penny finally dropped, a smirk snuck its way onto his face, “You know," he began. “A true musician needs to be able to stay completely focused.”

“Now we both know that’s not true,” you argued, knowing just how distracted he was at any given moment. You felt a squeeze to the side where his hand resided and you flinched, nearly hitting him in the chin with your shoulder. “Don’t you dare,” you threatened.

“You know. It’s really sweet that you think I’m a true musician,” the squeezing got a little faster and you dropped you chin to your chest, clutching the guitar for dear life as you braced against the sensation. “But don’t think I didn’t catch that blatant insult.”

“Eheheddie,” you giggled, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of dropping your arms to your sides.

He seemed unfazed by your pleading. He needed his towards the guitar, “keep playing,” he teased, scribbling his fingers slowly in a small knot, tormenting a very particular cluster of nerves.

You tried to play along but you found it to be increasingly difficult as he focused on small areas with a soft pressure. It was a tormenting feeling and you couldn’t stop the giggles from pouring out over the music you were trying to play. You truly melted when Eddie laughed at you, dropping his head to your shoulder and you heard his soft giggles in your ear.

It warmed your heart nut you lost all focus when he grabbed the other side of you with his left hand and scribbled symmetrically with the other, forcing yourself to let go of the guitar and pull your arms to your side.

In a split second you both screamed bloody murder, no coherent words, just instinctive noises of panic as you launched yourselves to catch the guitar before it hit the ground.

Luckily, you grabbed onto it before it could fall completely off your lap and pulled it close to your chest. Eddie did the same with his arms around you, knuckles white as he sandwiched you between himself and the instrument.

You laughed along with Eddie at your collective panic when he dropped his head to your shoulder once again. “Okay, okay, okay, be gentle with her.” He faux hyperventilated, feigning a panic attack and slowly moved to rest the guitar safely against the wall next to his bed.

You scooted back onto his bed to rest your back against his pillows with your legs outstretched in front of you, folded at the ankles. “I take zero responsibility for what could have happened to her,” you confessed.

Eddie glared and reached out to tickle along the bottom of your socked foot. Shrieking, you pulled it back, which only gave him room to clasp his hand around your other ankle and yank you down the bed.

You screamed in protest and rolled over to grab a pillow to smack him with, but before you could you felt his body weight drop onto your legs as he pinned you face down. “Eddie! Eddie. Eheheheddie no!” you panicked, before he’d even touched you.

“Jeez, how ticklish are you?” He asked, scribbling his fingers down your spine before moving to the back of your ribs. You weren’t sure if it was the light touching or the teasing or the vulnerable position you were in, or if it was just how comfortable you felt around Eddie but his actions tickled far more than you could ever had anticipate.

You squealed and pleaded as he fluttered his fingers around to your sides, causing you to continue your shrieking of nearly incoherent words that bubbled out of your mouth. “Nonononono! NO! MEheheheheercyhehehehe!”

“No mercy?” He mocked. “Jeez, what a sadist.” His movements didn’t let up. You finally found a grip on a pillow and dragged it down to bury your face in and scream out as he dug his hands into your waist.

“BASTARD! AHAHAHAhahaha I SWEAR! EDDIE! Ihihihihihif yohohohou dohohon’t stohohohohop I swehehear I wohon’t make thahat daham cake!” You threatened.

“What was that?” he leaned down to bring his ear closer to you and let up on his torment, “I couldn’t hear you over the pillow you’ve been praying into to.”

“I MEHEAN IT!” You screamed, the smile on your face bringing light to your words.

Upon hearing your threat, Eddie groaned and moved off you to which you immediately rolled over and brought your knees up slightly to giggle to yourself. “I’m dohohne, I swear,” Eddie promised, holding his hands up in surrender. He laid on his back, next to you on the bed. “Suppose we’d better get started since it’s tomorrow.”

You shot up into a seated position, starring daggers at Eddie. “What? No, his birthday isn’t for a couple of days.” You argued.

“Yeah, but tomorrow’s his night off so I thought we could surprise him,” he explained, tugging at your heart strings once again with the use of the word ‘We’. “What’s wrong? You made that checkered cake for your neighbor in a day, remember?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “And do you remember what I said I’d do to the next person to give me that kind of notice?”

Eddie felt a wave of regret at the, quiet frankly, terrifying look on your face. “But you would find it in your forgiving heart to look past the idiot planning on my part-"

You cut him off with a scoff and ran out to his kitchen, dragging him by the hand as you ran down the halls together.

Once set up, with all the necessary ingredients displayed on the counter, you found the patience to begin your instructions. You stood closer to the bench than him while he peered over your shoulder, watching you gesture and talk with your hands.

“You start with the dry ingredients, then add your wet ingredients but I like to add the sugar to the wet ingredients.” You explained your process, falling into a small ramble.

You would have continued had Eddie not interrupted you. "Is this the part where I throw flour in your face and we have a good natured food fight before you fall for me and we kiss?” He asked, humour evident in his voice as he kept up his teasing, hiding slightly behind his hair as he did.

Fighting the urge to follow his very suggestion, you forced a glare onto your face. “You do that and I will exchange the sugar for salt in everything I bake for you from here on out,” you threatened.

“Sooo you’re still gonna bake for me after this?” He asked, tucking his arms behind his back and swaying in a display of feigned innocence.

“Is that why you’ve always been so bad at this?” You questioned, smiling as Eddie burst into laughed, folding at the waist as he did, It was always the bluntest of jokes that set Eddie off. You shoved a bag of flour into his chest before you continued, “Of course I'm still gonna bake for you.”

“Aww,” he coo’d, turning around to get to work. He poured the flour into the mixing bowl, tapping the side of the cup with enough force to have it form a cloud. “You love me so much,” he teased.

“What are you doing?" You interjected, stopping him quickly. "You have to sift the flour!" You argued.

He stared blankly and blinked, eyes devoid of all thought. Slowly, he poured the flour from the bowl back into the bag. When you didn't provide further instructions, he smiled and shook the bag of flour in his hands.

"No you-" ugh "okay, here" You grabbed the shive and held it over the mixing bowl and further explained, "you pour the flour through the sifter so it doesn't come out all clumpy and pathetic."

“Well we wouldn't want 'pathetic flour' now would we," his face scrunched in determination as he tapped out the rest of the flour into the bowl. "In my defence, you never said to do that,” he defended.

“I’ve baked in this kitchen how many times?" You asked, pouring out the cocoa and other dry ingredients. "How did you not know to sift the ingredients?”

“Well I don’t watch what you’re doing," he argued with a scrunched faced and mocking voice. Then, in a smaller, softer voice added, "I'm always just watching you.”

You faltered slightly but told yourself to not read into it and instead do what you were invited to do. To do what you had done many times before in this very kitchen. It was just that something felt different after your guitar lesson. He had been so close and more physical than usual which brought your feelings to a boil.

Eddie had taken lead on the baking, carefully pouring each ingredient into the bowl, sifting it before it mixed together. You watched and admired his determination. It took some time and a fair bit of mess and correcting some nearly fatal mistakes but eventually the two of you had come closer to baking the cake.

Eddie was fixing up the wet ingredients and as he began breaking the eggs, you noticed he was doing it one handed. Not even to show off, it was just instinctual. It was absolutely something you could have ignored but instead you found yourself inching closer to him from behind.

You put your hands either side of his hips and squeezed, causing him to yelp and jump, nearly dropping the remaining eggshell into the batter. “Christ! Y/n! Hey!” Shaking his hands free of yolk, he grabbed a towel and cleaned off his palms. “Whahat was thahat fohor? I was doing okay!”

Taking the towel out of his hands you placed in back on the bench before stepping closer and bringing your hands back up to his waist. “Well I can’t have you being better then me at this, now can I?" You defended, not yet moving them again.

“Oh now that’s cruel,” he accused, holding your hands nervously in his as he leant back into the counter.

“Keep baking, Eddie.” You teased with a shrug of your shoulder, feeling the devil’s smirk on your face.

He glared, playfully before turning back to keep up with his baking. You slid your hands up his shirt from behind and lightly scribbled your fingers into his sides. It felt so normal to be this close to him, inhaling his scent, basically hugging him and burying your face into his shirt.

It would have commanded your attention if Eddie wasn’t jumping like a fish out of water every time your fingers moved on his sides. “Jesus Eddie, you know a true baker-”

“Dohohohohon’t yohohohou ehehehevehen dahahahare, I sweheheahahahare!” Eddie tried his best to get on with what he was doing but he found it difficult with his elbows glued to his sides.

You kept giving instructions, tickling a little harder when he’d make a mistake. “No, a teaspoon of vanilla essence, not a table spoon,” you explained, moving your hands up to his ribs.

“Ah! Okay! Okahahahahay, ihihi’m ehehever soho sohohohorry, Chehehef.” He pleaded.

Eventually, he came to the end of the recipe and after struggling to tap out the bubbles without splashing the batter across the room, he was finished. “Okahahahay, okayokayokay, ihihi’m dohohohooooone,” he continued to plead, turning around and holding his arms close to his body, trying to fend you off. When that didn’t work, he slid down the counter, bringing you with him.

“Mhyhy Gohod, Eheheddie,” You laughed, scooting yourself to sit next to him, back against the counter.

He raised an accusatory hand, pointing a finger at you and flinched slightly to keep his sides protected. “Dohon’t eheven stahart.”

You smiled and turned slightly, looking him in the eyes that were twinkling brightly, “well,” you shrugged, “now you’re a master baker.”

There was a pause before he broke the eye contact, turning away to genuinely laugh at your remark. “Dohon’t think I’m ehever gonna lehet you do that again, Pretty.”

You felt your cheeks ache at how much smiling you’d done today. When he turned back, you were ready with your eyes already on his. For a moment you just stared at each other and Eddie considered once again, just getting caught in the moment and going for it. However, before he could muster the courage, your sweet voice flew through his ears.

“Soooo, are you gonna put it in the oven or is Wayne getting a Birthday Beverage?” You asked, shrugging as if it were a genuine question.

Eddie stared at you for a moment more before rolling his eyes and getting up with a loud exaggerated ‘huff’. Once upright, he turned around and offered you a hand. His smirk told you not to take it but since nothing would prevent you from getting closer to him, you let him take your hand and pull you up.

After getting up with his assistance, Eddie pulled you a little closer than necessary and clasped his hands on your biceps. “You, Smiles,” He began before moving you to the other side of the kitchen “Can stay right here- wait no, here- wait no! Here. While I handle the hot stuff.” He instructed.

Maybe it was the fact that you had him giggling at your mercy just moments ago, or maybe it was the fact that you’d caught on to his stared. Whatever it was, something instilled you with a bold confidence. “Aren’t you the hot stuff?” You asked.

He faltered a little whilst picking up the cake tin and was at a loss for words for a short moment before he turned and, with a fake scowl, told you to, “Just stay in your area.”

Feeling a strange sense of accomplishment, you pulled yourself to sit up on the counter as you watched him take the cake out of the oven, “don’t burn yourself,” you warned, prompting him to reach for a towel before putting it in.

“Yes chef,” he mocked as he set it down in the oven. When he turned around, he looked you up and down with a smile on his face. He took a few strides towards you before dropping the towel next to you on the counter and placing his hands onto your thighs.

You felt the heat radiate from his hands as they rested on your thighs, moving them slightly so he could stand between them. He couldn’t take it anymore, he let himself get caught up in the moment and go for it.

Eddie’s grip on your legs tightened as he leaned forward and locked his lips onto yours. You were stunned at first, completely taken back by his actions. Quickly, you relaxed and exhaled as he pulled away. You kept your eyes closed for a moment and opened them to see he’d done the same thing. You gabbed the towel beside you to hold it tightly, wringing it out in your hands to relieve the nerves and adrenaline that built in your body.

Neither of you spoke for a moment until Eddie cleared his throat, “Ahem, sorry I- uh, we should maybe time the cake cause-”

Cutting him off, you wrapped the towel around the back of his neck, holding it in your hands to pull him closer once again. “I’ve got it,” you reassured.

“Yeah? Great,” he let you pull him in and grabbed tightly on your waist, pulling you slightly off the counter to lock his lips with yours again. He kisses were deep and full of devotion, this time way more relaxed than the first. Neither of you made it very heated or out of control, you just wanted to feel this for the moment, That was until you felt Eddie’s fingers scribble up your waist, making you jump and squeak out of the kiss.

“Eddie! Whyhyhyhyyyy?” you pleaded, dropping the towel to grasp his hands in yours.

He tapped his forehead against yours, smiling at your torment, “Because I really like your smile,” he kissed you quickly over your giggles, “and how you move against me,” he explained, still tickling at your sides.

“Ahahahnd ahahafter I bahahaked yohohou a cahahahake,” you guilted, squeezing his hands to brace yourself.

“You?” He feigned offence. “And here I thought this was all due to my talent and no one else’s.”

“Ihihif I sahahy Ihihit wahahas wihihill yohou stohohohop?” You pleaded, squirming around, finding absolutely no escaped.

Eddie kissed you deeply again, letting his hands fall to the counter, holding yours just as you held his. “Man, I wish I knew this sooner,” he spoke against your lips, once he’d found it in himself to pull away.

“Which part?” You asked still giggling slightly, “being ticklish or having a crush on you?” You locked eyes with him, trying to mask how shy you felt at your own words.

Eddie squeezed your sides again, smiling even bigger when you jumped. “The ticklish thing, obviously. I always knew you had a major crush on me.”

“Oh I’m sure you did,” you laughed before kissing him again. “You know I could say the same?”

“‘That right?” He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you, nodding to encourage you to continue.

“Absolutely.” You nodded, touching his nose to yours, “ Do you know how easy it would have been to get you out of bed for all these years, if I knew you were ticklish?” You questioned.

He raised his eyebrows and if it weren’t for the smile across his face, he might have looked offended. “Do you know how badly I would have gotten you back if I knew you were?” He counted, locking his eyes onto yours. “Hey, you know what I just realised?” he asked, pinching your sides to have you giggle into his chest.

“Whahahaat’s thahat?” You asked, slightly kicking while you moved to fight off his hands

“I found something else I win at.”

“Thahahat’s so nhohot fahair,” you argued. Grabbing his hands and pulling them away from your sides. “If you actually taught me guitar, I would be pretty decent- And don’t try to say it was because I'm ticklish, that’s all on you.”

He hummed in thought before backing off, pulling you by the arms to follow him. Once you’d landed on the floor, he hugged you close with one hand and rested the other being you on the counter. “That’s, a little bit fair.” He agreed. “But you wouldn’t be able to focus with me that close anyway.”

“Oh you don’t think so?” You countered, pushing his chest slightly.

He shook his head dramatically, “not at all.”

“We still have time while the cake bakes, if you really wanna take on that challenge?” You asked, looking sweetly through your eyelashes.

Eddie bit back his smile in thought before planting a kiss on your lips and grabbing your hand to drag you to his room. You laughed at his speed and excitement to get to his room. For the next forty-five minutes, you tried, you really did. But as it happens, Eddie was right, you were hopeless at the guitar.

In your defence, his constant torment didn’t help and with the edition of him being able to kiss and bite at your neck? You were certain pf two things. One, you would never be able to focus with him around ever again. Two, You were going to be just as cruel when it was time to decorate the cake.

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