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ticklishraspberries · 8 months

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Ren Faire (Eddie/Steve)

Summary: Steve, Eddie, and Robin go to a Renaissance Fair and see some interesting demonstrations. (This fic is for my lovely friend @gigglyrambles!! I literally just pulled this whole plot out of my ass and wrote it in one sitting, so I really hope you like it, LOL. Also, shoutout to @wordstrings because I know she has written something similar for Our Flag Means Death, I hope you don't mind me taking inspiration!!)

Steve isn’t sure how he ended up being dragged along to a Renaissance Fair with none other than Robin and Eddie, but he found it hard to say no to either of their puppy dog eyes and incessant begging.

His outfit is simple, consisting of a white, long-sleeved shirt with laces at the neckline, tight brown pants, and brown boots. He feels only a little bit ridiculous, but after seeing what his friends are wearing, he supposes he isn’t the weirdest looking one.

Eddie is decked out in black, an intricately detailed top with ruffles and buttons. A fake sword sits in a holder on his waist. Robin has gone for a more masculine look, a cloak over her shoulders and a bow and arrow in her hand.

“Screw historical accuracy,” she’d said.

“The fact that you’re a girl isn’t the problem, it’s that you couldn’t hit a moving target with an arrow to save your life,” Eddie had teased, and Robin had elbowed him in the ribs, making Steve laugh.

Now that they’ve arrived, Steve has relaxed a bit. He used to feel out of place whenever he attended events that he wouldn’t have been caught dead at in high school. Corroded Coffin concerts, DnD campaigns, and that one time he drove Eddie and Robin to the nearest gay bar in Indiana. It had definitely been more awkward sober, and before he realized that he’s bisexual, and could have totally had more fun if he’d been aware of and okay with that information at the time.

He’s sort of glad he wasn’t, though, because kissing Eddie Munson during a childish game of truth or dare was a much funnier way to have your queer awakening, and dating Eddie Munson is way more fun than hooking up with random guys in a bar.

“They have really good beer here,” Eddie comments, to which Steve holds up his car keys and jingles them. No medieval mead is going to keep him from being the designated driver.

“I can drive us home,” Robin says, absolutely joking, but Steve still gives her a horrified look and makes a show of sliding his keys back into his pocket, patting the denim for safe keeping. She sticks her tongue out at him, and he flicks her cheek.

Eddie does end up getting some beer, and Steve allows himself a few sips. They’ll be here for at least a few hours, he’ll surely sober up by then. He also samples the gigantic turkey leg that Eddie gets, and Robin wrinkles her nose in disgust at the messy nature of the food.

As they walk around, Steve finds himself getting into the spirit more than he had expected. They eat, watch musical performances, and shop at the little stalls set up by various vendors. Eddie buys a few rings for himself, and buys a handmade mug for Uncle Wayne. Robin indulges in candles and soaps, and even dares to see a fortune teller.

“She said that I’ll meet my future husband soon,” she says, giggling. “Clearly she’s a fraud, or she’d know I’m not interested.”

When Robin runs off to find a bathroom, somehow, Eddie and Steve end up standing around a demonstration about medieval punishments and torture, which Steve expects to be gruesome, and quickly finds he would rather hear gritty, gorey details than stand her and watch this happen.

A pretty girl, probably around their age, is locked into a pair of wooden stocks, and—

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Eddie looks absolutely delighted as he leans in close. “What’s wrong, Stevie? The demonstration isn’t bothering you, is it?” he asks. His cheeks are flushed, too. A few months ago, Eddie would probably be the one stuttering and staring at the ground right now, but ever since he introduced this little world to Steve, he’s gained a confidence about it that only comes out when he gets to tease Steve into oblivion.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up, I’m trying to watch. Maybe I can get some pointers from these guys.”

‘These guys’ refers to the two men who have started tickling the girl’s trapped feet, and frantic giggles fill the air and make Steve’s stomach flip.

“Oh, she’s handling this better than you would,” Eddie continues to tease. “I’d already be called every insult under the sun if you couldn’t kick me instead.”

“I will kick you right now,” Steve threatens. It’s a complete lie. He’s frozen to the spot on the grass, torn between watching and focusing on the grass. Everyone else in the crowd is behaving like this is so normal, no big deal, just a silly show.

One of the men has moved behind the girl to tickle her ribs, her arms secured above her head. Steve crosses his arms over his chest, subconsciously protecting his own sensitive spots, like just watching her could tickle him, too.

“You love that spot,” Eddie coos. “You make the cutest sounds when I tickle you there.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you,” Steve grits out.

“Sure you will, sweetheart. Can it wait ‘til after I’ve made you cry real pretty for me?”

Just then, Robin appears at his side. “This looks like my worst nightmare,” she says. “I hope this girl is getting paid well.”

Steve makes a noise of agreement, but can’t bring himself to look over. Eddie Munson is going to be the fucking death of him. Thankfully, Robin is immediately bored of the display and drags them off to explore. Eddie subtly gives Steve’s side a quick pinch as he walks past him, and Steve suddenly can’t wait to go home.

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“You are a fucking menace,” Steve accuses the moment they’ve made it through the door.

His parents aren’t home, Robin was dropped off back at her house, and now, Steve is alone with Eddie for the first time all day, and he refuses to voice how excited he is for whatever Eddie’s got planned.

But Eddie just grins, tugging off the more elaborate pieces of his costume, leaving himself in socks, boxers, and a white t-shirt. He makes his way to the kitchen, comes back with two cans of beer, sits on the couch like he isn’t ignoring the clear tension in the room.

Steve gapes at him for a minute before joining him on the couch, kicking off his boots and taking a beer as well. Maybe Eddie’s changed his mind…Maybe he just isn’t the mood, and Steve isn’t going to pressure him into anything.

But…Well, he has a sneaking suspicion that isn’t the case at all.

“If you’re waiting for me to ask, it’s not gonna happen,” he says.

“Ask for what?” Eddie tilts his head curiously, but there’s a glint in his eye that proves Steve’s theory.

“Nothing,” Steve replies, playing along. “All that talk back there just made me think you had a plan for when we got home. But if you’re not interested, that’s fine too.”

“Did you want me to have a plan?”

Steve huffs. “Maybe. But if you don’t, then let’s forget about it.”

“Oh, c’mon baby,” Eddie says, throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him close. “All you’ve gotta do is ask if you want it so bad.”

His cheeks burn. Stubborn as ever, he shakes his head.

Eddie sighs with exaggerated disappointment. “If you insist. I guess I’ll just keep my hands to myself tonight…”

“Good,” Steve says, and turns the television on.

It takes two beers and a stupid scene in a film to break him. It’s a quick, barely there tickle, but the character’s laugh makes Steve perk up like a dog hearing a doorbell ring.

“Fine,” he says.

“What’s fine?” Eddie asks.

“Just fucking tickle me, you dick.”

Eddie grins and wastes no time, lunging across the couch and pinning Steve to the cushions.

“I knew you’d crack eventually, sweetheart,” he teases. “Sorry we don’t have quite the same set up, but I’ll hold you down real nice, okay?”

Steve is already grinning. He can’t help it, he’s so lovestruck by his boyfriend and desperate to laugh his head off. And laugh he does when Eddie goes straight for his ribs, scratching at the dips between each little bone.

“There’s that pretty sound,” he says, pressing a kiss to Steve’s jaw that is both sweet and ticklish under the current circumstance.

The stupid shirt with the laces is pulled over his head and discarded on the floor, and Eddie pins Steve’s wrists and tells him to stay still before exploring each ticklish spot on his torso, making him shriek and cackle and snort like a fool.

He doesn’t stay still for very long, arms shooting down to his sides when Eddie attacks his belly with blunt fingernails, and Eddie scolds him but doesn’t stop.

As he squirms on the couch, giggling like mad, he wonders if they sell some of those bondage contraptions there. He thinks that they should go back to the Ren Faire sometime.

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august-anon · 1 year

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Steddie + 💖 for the ask meme?

💖 -Giggle

Well, Stevie?

[ao3 link]

Word Count: 649 words

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, Stevie?”

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

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

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

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

“We get it, Robin!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie!”

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

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

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

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

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

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cringemesstickles · 6 months

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Far from Fragile

(TickleTober Day 20: Relentless)

Summary: Will is tired of being treated like he’s fragile. (Takes place during season 2)

Pairing: None obv

Word Count: 1,262

A/N: I can’t believe Halloween is already 11 days away, wtf is happening :’)

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this! Jonathan is such a good big brother and I absolutely adore their bond!

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It had been a couple months since Will had returned from the upside down. It hadn’t been easy on any of them, but it was certainly the hardest on Will.

Will had always been a very observant kid and he could feel how people were treating him; weak, fragile, and incapable.

One evening, the youngest Byers was presumably hiding away in his room.

Normally, the younger would be sitting at the kitchen table, doodling away without a care in the world, enjoying the presence of either Jonathan or Joyce.

Jonathan knew more than anyone that sometimes, people just needed some alone time. But this had been going on for days, and he was starting to worry.

Walking down the hall with the intention of returning to his own quarters, he eyed the open door to Will’s room. With a sigh, he started walking towards the entrance.

He poked his head in and knocked to make his presence known, spotting his little brother situated on his bed, sketching away in his sketchbook with a pensive expression.

“Hey, buddy. Whatcha drawing?” Asked the elder, casually plopping down across from Will.

The younger’s gaze flickered up to meet Jonathan’s before returning to his artwork. “Halloween stuff.” He responded blankly, keeping his head down.

This only fueled the older brother’s concern.

“Will, are you okay? You know you can talk to me about anything…” Speaking in a gentle manner, he placed a tender hand on Will’s shoulder, looking at him with utmost care.

Suddenly, Will threw Jonathan’s hand away and tossed his drawings to the floor, eyes full of frustration.

“Just stop, okay?! I’m not a baby and I don’t need everyone treating me like one!” The kid snapped, taking the older by surprise.

Will had never lashed out on him like this. If he wasn’t worried before, he definitely was now.

“What are you talking about? Will, I treat you like this because you’re my little brother and I care about you.” He tried to reason, seeing the defensiveness in Will’s eyes.

“Yeah, well I’m not fragile and I don’t need you to treat me like I am!”

Seeing that his efforts weren’t getting through, Jonathan decided to try something else.

If Will wanted to stop being treated like he was fragile, then Jonathan would do just that.

“You know what? Fine. You asked for it!”

Before the youngest Byers could ask any questions, his older brother pulled him into a bear hug, growling like a vicious monster.

“Gotcha! Prepare to be the tickle monster’s dinner!”

Jonathan’s nimble fingers began to dance and wriggle all over his brother’s torso, attacking each spot with skill and precision.

“Eek! Jonathahahahan! T-That tickles!” Will squealed, squirming and wriggling in the older’s grasp, though he was unable to evade the tickles.

Jonathan smiled at the sound of his brother’s genuine laughter, a sound that had become quite rare as of late. Of course, nobody could blame the kid for acting the way he had been. He’d been through hell and back and was still struggling to get back to normal, every shadow drowning him in fear and anxiety.

Will needed this, and Jonathan was more than happy to give it to him.

“That’s the idea, smarty-pants. Now let’s see if Will the Wise can handle… this!”

The photographer rolled over and pinned Will to the bed, forcing his arms above his head and holding them down before teasingly hovering his fingers over one of the exposed armpits.

The kid’s eyes widened and he started to thrash, tugging at his arms to no avail.

“Nooo, dohohon’t!!” He protested, eyeing the wiggling fingers that were getting too close for comfort.

With a devilish grin, Jonathan let his digits dig into the sensitive hollows, earning a high pitched shriek from his little brother.

“NOHOHOO! STOHOHOP!”

The reaction only added to the elder’s delight.

“Stop?! Oh, I’m just getting started!”

Will’s laughter continued to fill the room, bright and bubbly. It was a sound that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

Jonathan was relentless, ignoring Will’s pleas and turning him to a squealing mess. The boy’s cheeks were a rosy shade of red and tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes which were squeezed shut in mirth; it was a sight for sore eyes.

Jonathan retracted his hand and admired the kid’s flushed happy face, letting his little brother catch his breath for the next attack.

“You remember what I said about being the tickle monster’s dinner? Well, I think he’s ready to feast!”

The younger once again burst into giggles simply at the statement, unsure what his brother had in mind.

“Nohohooo, I don’t tahaste good!” Whined Will, squirming more intensely when Jonathan started to roll up his shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of his tummy.

Getting a firm hold on Will’s sides, the elder bent down and nuzzled the soft skin, earning a little snort in response.

“The tickle monster begs to differ…”

With no further delay, the older brother started to nibble the tender skin of his little brother’s belly, being careful not to bite too hard.

Will bucked his hips and tossed his head back with unrestrained boyish laughter, the nibbling and occasional grazing of his brother’s teeth against his skin was enough to drive him crazy, but he absolutely loved it.

Will had always loved being tickled, but it had become less occurrent since he returned from the upside down, everyone seemingly not wanting to break him. But now, Jonathan wasn’t holding back. He was completely relentless and Will couldn’t ask for it to be any other way.

“Nomnomnom~ mm, ticklish tummies… the tickle monster’s favorite!” Teased Jonathan, adding playful nomming noises, knowing it would intensify the sensation for Will.

“JONATHAHAHAN, I-ITS TOO TIHIHIHICKLISH!! I CAN’T TAKE IHIHIT!”

The photographer delighted in the kid’s happy laughter, continuing to nuzzle and nibble the ticklish skin.

Sensing his brother was genuinely reaching his limits, Jonathan decided to finish his attack with one of Will’s favorite things.

Pulling away, he looked into Will’s mirthful eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“The tickle monster still had room for dessert, Will… guess what his favorite dessert is~”

Will giggled, squirming with excitement and anticipation.

“W-Whahahat?..”

Jonathan leaned in to whisper into the younger’s ear.

“Raspberries!”

The youngest Byers squealed with delight, bursting into a fit of laughter that could only be described as pure.

“EHEHEE, TOO MUCH TOO MUHUHUCH! S-STOP PLEHEHEASE, JONATHAN!” He kicked and squirmed, struggling to catch his breath.

After what felt like forever, Jonathan finally relented, releasing his little brother and helping him sit up and seating himself across from the kid, reassuming their earlier placements.

“How was that for not fragile?” He asked, giving a playful shove to Will’s shoulder.

Will continued to giggle and catch his breath.

“It was fuhuhun, but really ticklish…”

Jonathan let out a chuckle of his own, reaching a hand out to ruffle his brother’s hair.

Once the younger had calmed down, he abruptly flung his arms around his big brother, catching Jonathan off guard for the second time that day.

Without a second thought, he returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around the thin frame of his little brother.

“You’re the best brother ever… love you, Jonathan.”

Jonathan felt himself melt, his heart swelling with emotion.

“Love you too, buddy.”

With those words lingering in the air, the brothers remained in the embrace for awhile longer, taking comfort in each other’s presence, and Jonathan silently promised himself that the ‘tickle monster’ would be making an appearance much more often.

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hypahticklish · 1 year

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Mad Max and the Week Long Tickle War: Day Six

Summary: Where Steve seeks vengeance on Eddie, and gets a little help of his own. A collaborative project with @nhasablogg and @lesbian-byers Fandom/Characters: Stranger Things / Steve & Eddie (pre-slash), feat. Max Wordcount: 2k ish A/N: …I had to rip the narrative out of Eddie's nerdy metalhead hands before he ran away with it… and then I did instead. Anyway, fun fact: the album mentioned was basically a set of lullabies for baby me and was my favorite growing up…that it also lines up to be the most recent release prior to ST4 is such a wild coincidence 😅 ← What happened yesterday?

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"Alright, Harrington," he said as they shuffled off their jackets in the living room. "Today we're continuing your education into Real Music."

"Goody me," Steve grumbled. The sound didn't match the fondness in his eyes.

It was Steve's turn to hang out at Eddie's. Last time it was just the two of them, they had gone back to his place at Eddie's insistence - more space, more privacy, heated pool - and he didn't hear the end of the rich boy commentary while he indulged in whatever Steve's folks kept in the house. Eddie said his uncle rarely was at the trailer between work and the bar, but the tape deck and cassette collection must have been his true motive. Not that any of that mattered to Steve; if Eddie could spark light to whatever room he was in, then his home was the breath of life in and of itself.

Eddie swaggered backward down the short hall. "You've got your pick between my two greatest loves: Iron Maiden or Metallica."

"However shall I choose between US long-hair band and UK long-hair band?"

"You should be groveling at my feet for the opportunity to be guided to Valhalla by yours truly!" said Eddie with all the indignation of a fussy tomcat.

Steve threw up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, let's go with Iron Maiden."

"Newest or oldest?"

"Uhh, newest?" Steve chuckled at Eddie's quick change to a cheshire cat smile and took a seat on his bed.

The usual cold weather in Hawkins was interrupted by unseasonable sunshine and borderline warm temperatures if it weren't for winter's breath on the breeze; a phenomenon so delightful that most of the windows in the town were left wide open. Steve could not be more grateful to have the day off from work to spend getting to know Eddie better.

And to test what Dustin had mentioned off the cuff yesterday.

"You are a lucky boy, Stevie, because I have, in my possession, the Live After Death tour on cassette." Eddie presented him with the small plastic box case as if it were a sword. "The single best heavy metal tour of all time."

Steve swallowed the butterfly shaped lump in his throat at the nickname and instead raised an eyebrow. "M'okay?"

The speakers crackled to life in what Steve could swear was a World War Two broadcast before a hair-raising guitar solo kicked off the album. Eddie dove onto the bed beside him, leaned forward, and yanked back on Steve's shoulders to pull him down. "Lay back, relax, and get ready to have your life changed," Eddie said, scooping his curly hair up from behind his back.

Everyone who took the time knew the man relished in having an audience. Amidst some rather boisterous bouncing early on, Steve had turned onto his side to watch Eddie's performance. It was bad enough that Steve was still figuring out the knot worrying in his stomach when Eddie was around, but laying in Eddie's small bed with Eddie's bicep pressed to his chest, and Eddie's knee knocking into his, while Eddie passionately sang along to songs he had clearly developed his own choreography to when he wasn't playing air guitar, was driving it home to Steve that he may have something down bad for Eddie. He could not help but be mesmerized.

Thirteen and a half minutes after Eddie announced it was the last track of side one ("It's an epic poem, pretty boy, now shh!") the tape deck clicked. Only the music of rustling leaves and wind chimes outside remained. Eddie was pink cheeked, wide grinned, catching his breath with his limbs akimbo. "Fuckin' amazing, right?" he asked earnestly.

Steve smirked to himself. "Yeah, think it's growin' on me." Eddie punched the air and threw his arms back over his head. His well-worn 'Rush' shirt lifted from his low-slung jeans, revealing a triangle strip of healed scars across his abdomen. Steve nonchalantly cracked his knuckles and looked out the window to focus on anything else.

Eddie sighed contentedly, and then with a twinge of impatience said, "Alright, mind flippin' the cassette already?"

"What?"

"Well A) you're closer and B) you're closer. Soooo let's goooo!"

Steve's brows knit together but once he saw the impish glee smeared across Eddie's face, he sat up with Dustin's words echoing in his mind. "And here I thought you were one of the smart ones." He barreled past the scoff and pressed a hand to Eddie's sternum to keep him down. "No no, don't get up, I'll get it. Matter of fact, why don't you stay right here."

His big, brown eyes blinked into a squint. "Fine by me."

Steve got up and made a show of popping out the tape, turning it over, and replacing it. He ghosted his finger over the play button.

And then Steve was on his knees, looming over Eddie, ghosting his fingers along his exposed stomach. Eddie's hands jumped to catch him but Steve smacked them away. "Ah-ah. Don't move. You didn't wanna get up, remember?"

A fraction of hesitation, then, "No problem-o. I am at peak relaxation." Eddie tucked his hands underneath his bushy hair. His right leg began to bounce.

"Sure thing, Thumper, now hold still."

Having spent the past few weeks with Eddie, Steve learned he was a very touchy-feely dude; constantly hanging off his friends and clapping his large hands to their shoulders or knees. Eddie would dramatically wrestle with the brats and snuggle into whoever chose to be beside him. And yeah, sometimes those touches did turn to tickling the utter daylights out of whoever held his attention for the moment. He also knew that Eddie was easily provoked and startled, meaning that any retaliation attempts often turned him into a hyper maniac. Steve was banking on Eddie's stubborn ego to keep the tides from turning against him and having a repeat of last night.

(The swoosh in his chest at that thought was a problem for future Steve to analyze.)

Steve touched barely wiggling fingertips to the skin at the edge of Eddie's pantline and was immediately rewarded with goofy giggles. "Wow, really?" Steve laughed. "That's pathetic, Munson."

"F-fuck off!" His leg bouncing got worse.

"I struck gold without even trying," Steve joked. He walked his slow spider to the nearest shiny mauve bite mark. "Thought you'd put up a bigger fight."

"Shit shit shit!" Eddie's body jerked around the torrent of squeaky laughter slipping through his toothy smile. His hands scrambled up to clutch the edge of the mattress on both sides of his head and erected a tent between his elbows to hide in.

"Aw, well now that's adorable." Steve skittered near the jut of his hip bones up under his shirt toward his waist. Eddie's feet drummed into the bed as a plethora of snorts and swears broke apart his giggles. "You talk a big game for someone so ticklish it's silly. Imagine if I was trying to get revenge on ya."

Eddie's neck and cheeks turned from pink to red. "You-you just gonna be a-a-a fuckin tease about it, huh?" He sucked in his stomach and squirmed away from Steve's fingers.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Steve mocked. He tucked his body defensively, stiffened his hands into claws and vibrated them into Eddie's abdominal muscles. "Is this better?" He had to shout over the unhinged, shrieking laughter shaking the walls of the trailer.

Eddie's hands gripped his shoulders. His feet dug into the bed. Both vain attempts to push and buck Steve off from his stable wrestling position and the seismic fingers drifted toward his lower stomach. When those attempts to dislodge failed, Eddie tried to curl around Steve's instead.

"Rookie mistake, Munson!"

A loud, wet noise ripped from Eddie's unprotected side. "Wh-WHAT-oh jesus fucking CHRIST! Are you TWELVE?!" Another raspberry to his hip sent him cackling hysterically.

The front door to the trailer opened and closed loudly, followed by rapid stomps in their direction. Steve scrambled to his feet, wiping his mouth on his henley sleeve. The anxious breath caught in his chest released when he saw a serious looking Max enter the doorframe. "Oh good, it's just you…what are you doin' here?"

"Dudes, the whole neighborhood could hear someone screaming," said Max, relaxing into a smirk. They both looked at the panting, sprawled out puddle that was Edward Munson before meeting each other's gaze again.

"So you ran toward it?" Steve asked. Max shared a soft, albeit secretive, expression of familiarity with Eddie and shrugged. "We have got to work on all your kids' self preservation skills." Dustin's friends had a unique gift of making Steve incredibly tired.

"Well," Steve turned to Eddie, hooked his hand behind the crook of his knees and gave a sharp tug to pull him down the bed, "wanna be an accomplice to murder instead of a witness?"

"Yeah, sure."

The giggles had already ensnared Eddie in response to being manhandled. "Fuck off - no, you stay out of this, Red!" His arms glued to his side and fists balled to his chest.

Max clambered on top of Eddie as though it were second nature and peered down at the bundle of sparkly nerves beneath her. "And if I don't?" She took a moment to move Eddie's hair from where it could accidentally be pulled and away from his blush coated neck. Eddie made a competitive growling noise in the back of his throat.

"You two get on like a kitchen fire," Steve commented as he lounged across Eddie's lap. "Bubbling oil," he tripped his fingers up the center of Eddie's quivering stomach. "And cool water." Steve chuckled at the irked expression that crossed Max's face and kept the sibling rivalry observations to himself.

"For fucksakes, get off, you guys are heavy," Eddie grunted with an exaggerated show of effort. His feet flopped, first as a joke and second more frantic in the realization that he was unable to find the mattress to kick off from and gain leverage. "Oh shit."

"What's the matter?" Max asked with a saccharine lilt Steve only heard when she was challenging the boys into doing something exceptionally stupid.

Eddie was twitching, and maybe hissing?, until he was practically vibrating. In fact, this was perhaps the quietest Steve had ever heard Eddie be since he's known of him. Max, however, was snickering with the same sort of delighted mischief he'd heard Robin use at work when stacking Red Vine boxes precariously tall. She was hunched over and quickly extending and retracting T-Rex arms toward Eddie's neck, ears and chin.

It was when Steve casually wrapped his hand just above Eddie's knee that his resolve broke. "Wait - shit, don't! Steve-MAX!"

Laughter filled the room like spun sugar at the county fair; imperceptible at first but quickly growing in beauty and volume until all you want is to indulge in the fleeting sweetness of it. Eddie jumped at each of Steve's soft knee squeezes and craned his head away from Max's fluttering nails at his throat and squirmed futilely from Steve marching his fingers back and forth between his hips. Between their dedication to tenderness and the afternoon sun catching the dust motes swirling over Eddie's head, Steve felt he and Max had come to an unspoken decision to prolong this moment for as long as they could get away with.

A few minutes after they had slid off him, Steve helped him sit up against the wall while Max went to grab some sodas out of Eddie's fridge. "You okay, chuckle chops?" Steve asked.

"From the bottom of my heart, fuck you."

"How sweet," Max said, passing out drinks and taking a seat next to Eddie.

"Oh, don't think you're getting out of this." Eddie gulped from the can greedily and, consequently, belched in a way that made Max's face screw up in disgust. "And you called me evil, Harrington."

Steve didn't even try to stop the small swell of pride or the sideways grin. Instead, he just pressed play on the tape deck.

#stranger things #stranger things tickling #ticklish!eddie munson #Project: MMatWLTW #tickle fic #tickling #lee!eddie munson #mine

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tastybluesprite · 2 years

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Just can’t grow out of it

Summery: Old memories resurface

Warnings: some cursing, tickling

(Also I made a part 2 here in case y’all wanted to read it after lol)

There was a silence as the pizza van made its way on the desert road. Jonathan drove, and Argyle was passed out in his own seat next to him (probably became a bit more high than usual). Meanwhile, Will and Mike were seated in the back, with Will looking out the window and Mike looking down at the map.

Mike could admit that he didn’t enjoy being in a tight van for so long. He couldn’t wait till he could finally get the opportunity to stretch his legs again. He turned looked at Will, seeing a look of boredom and exhaustion on his face. “Hey Will?” He addressed him. Will turned to his best friend, “what?” He asked. “Do you remember that one D&D game we played when Dustin almost died from a Basilisk?”

A bright smile appeared on Wills face from the comical memory and the mention of his favorite game, “y-yea I remember! He got so mad he almost flipped the whole table and ruined our campaign.” Will recounted the memory with a small laugh. Mike laughed also, “yea I remember you laughed at him for being a sore loser and he tickled you to death for pay back.”

Wills cheeks flushed at that, but Mike continued “I wonder if you’re still ticklish after all this time” Mike wondered, making Wills face become an even deeper shade of pink “o-of course not. I grew out of that kinda stuff years ago.” He insisted with a slight frantic shake of his head.

“You really shouldn’t lie Will.” Jonathan said with a smirk from the front seat, “care to tell Mike what I do to you every time you are a pain in my ass?” He asked playfully. “Shut up Jonathan!!” Will said through clenched teeth, completely flustered with embarrassment now. “You know what? I was gonna tell Mike to back off originally, but after that? Get him Mike.”

“Mike… don’t do this” Will protested desperately, not liking the look his friend was giving him as he inched closer. “M-Mike! Nohoho!!” Will protested as Mike tackled him right in his seat and started digging into his side. Will struggled and squirmed but with the little room he had from Mike being practically on top of him, he couldn’t do much but protest or take it. He went for the preferred option. “Mihihike dohohont!!!” He objected through high pitched giggles as he tried to pull his hands off of him. “Awwww what’s the matter Will the wise? Can’t take it anymore?” Mike teased with a playful grin. “Shuhut uhuhuAHGHAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT SHIHIT NOHOT THEHEIR NOT THEHEHEIR!!!!”

One thing Mike had remembered about Will from their earlier years was that he had a certain death spot right at the bottom of his ribs. Looks like he still hadn’t grown out of that particularly bad spot though. Will was kicking his legs around and squirming wildly as his hysterical laughter filled the van. Will attempted to pry his hand away from those sensitive ribs, but it was no use.

Only when Wills laughter went silent did Mike let him go. Right when he did, the lighter haired boy immediately curled in on himself, hugging at his own body to protect himself from any further attacks, as some excess giggles spilled out of his mouth. Will was panting heavily, his whole face flushed, along with his cheeks wet from tears of laughter. He rubbed at his lowest ribs to get rid of the ghost tickles. Mike found all of this endearing.

“J-jerk..” he stammered. He flinched when Mike put a hand on his back, but relaxed when he started rubbing him there soothingly to calm him down. “Sorry dude did I go to far?” Mike asked with concern. Will managed a tired smile “don’t worry I’m ok.”

Let’s just say Will was already plotting his revenge.

#stranger things #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfic #tickle fanfic #stranger things tickling #ticklish!will #lee!will #ler!mike #will byers #mike wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #byler tumblr #byler fanfic #byler s4 #stranger things season 4

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mimixmunson · 19 days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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happyandticklish · 2 years

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This is what Steve looks like when he's tickled, y'all can fucking fight me on this.

#tickling #steve harrington #stranger things #gifs #irl #this gif makes me melt hes so cute wtf

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nhasablogg · 10 months

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Fade into view

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve/Eddie

Summary: Steve tries to confess to Eddie that he likes being tickled.

Words: 900

It was almost poetic, the way the sun spilled into the room that July afternoon and lit Steve up where he sat on Eddie’s bed, nearly like a spotlight. He truly did feel exposed, trying to figure out what to do with his hands, where to rest his gaze. Eddie wasn’t the worst audience - in fact he sat there patiently, kindness in his very bones - but despite how many times Steve had rehearsed this speech he still found the words stumbling over his tongue and refusing to come out right.

“I just-” He paused, swallowed, restarted. “Maybe you’ve noticed that, uh-” Inhaled, restarted. “You know this thing you do.” His only full sentence made almost no sense.

“Thing?” Eddie, bless him, did his very best to not smile, although his struggle was very visible to Steve who would love to put his attention anywhere but on his confession.

“You know.” There were many things Eddie did, Harrington. “How you- torment me?”

“With tickles?” It wasn’t necessarily a miracle that Eddie could figure it out just from that, since Steve always said he liked tormenting him after he’d reduced him to an incoherent mess. “Sure.”

“It, uh-” Made him so fucking happy he was putting himself through the torture of saying it aloud just so Eddie never took his protests seriously enough and stopped doing it? He couldn’t say that. No way.

“It what?” Eddie tilted his head at him now, curiosity laced in the way he batted his eyelashes, in the way he raised his eyebrows. “Am I doing it too much?”

“No, no.” Truth was he probably was, but Steve, being an addict, needed it even more. “I- is it hot in here or is it just me?”

Eddie reached out and grabbed the hem of Steve’s shirt, fingertips nudging his neck and making him recoil ever so slightly, but all Eddie did was pull at it. “Maybe go for a tank top. I can lend you one.”

“It’s okay,” Steve said, because he knew that if he allowed Eddie to get up and walk away he would never try to speak of this again. “I, uh. Well. You know. How you torment me?”

“Yes, we’ve established that I’m terrible for tickling you,” he said with a laugh. “I can stop.”

“No.” The word had left his mouth much too quickly for Steve to register it was even forming on his tongue.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “No?”

“Uhm.” What the fuck was he supposed to say now? “I just-”

“Do you like it or somethin’?”

Steve’s heart skipped a beat and he looked away. He could lie. He could say no. Say he simply enjoyed the intimacy of it all. Say he enjoyed laughing. But while all of it was true it missed the key part of it all: that he liked it, period. Liked the whole experience of it.

“I do.”

He wasn’t sure what he expected Eddie to do. To ask questions, to get up and leave, to call him gross. All he knew was that he didn’t expect him to let out a low laugh, reach out to gently squeeze his knee and say, “I know, I’m just messing with you.” But he did do exactly that.

“What.” Steve’s word was barely a question at this point. “You mean to tell me I’ve been sitting here trying to confess like a moron and you already knew?”

“You make me sound mean when you put it that way.” Eddie shrugged. “But yes. Of course I knew. Why do you think I keep doing it?”

“God, I hate you so much.”

“Awe, but you were just confiding in me. Of course you don’t hate me.”

“Stop grinning at me.”

“I can’t help it when you’re so endearing.” Eddie tried to pinch Steve’s cheek, but he slapped his hand away. “You don’t want me to touch you? You don’t want me to tickle your belly to pieces right this second?”

“Shut up.”

“Pin you down and make you say out loud how much you like it?”

“Oh my god, you wouldn’t.”

“Watch you blush and stutter.”

“Eddie, I swear to god.”

Eddie softened, reaching out to run his hand over Steve’s hair. “I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to. And thank you for telling me. You know I’m just messing with you.”

“You love teasing me,” Steve mumbled, leaning into the touch. “So mean.”

“I enjoy flustering you, I do admit.” He moved his hand down, cupping Steve’s cheek. “And I won’t tickle you until you ask me to.”

“Oh my god, you are mean.”

“I would call it considerate.” Eddie trailed his hand down further, fingertip moving from his throat to his chest to his ribs to his belly. “Just say when.”

Of course Steve said when, quietly, awkwardly, breathlessly, and Eddie had him pinned immediately, fingers curling over his skin and not stopping. Steve started begging for mercy out of habit, but he knew he would die if Eddie stopped now. Luckily for him Eddie must’ve realized it, for he merely used his other hand to squeeze at his thigh, over and over and over until Steve nearly bucked him off the bed. “Fuck!” he cried, and Eddie laughed as well, purring out a “Yeah?” which had Steve blushing to his roots.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

#tickling #ticklish!steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic #n writes #fade into view

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tiklart · 2 years

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Drops This disappears again 🌚

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rosiesramblings · 4 months

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Wound Up

Fandom: Stranger Things

WC: 1.3k

A/N: Hello! Long time no fic! I am here at literally the last possible second with a Squealing Santa fic for @girltickles who requested Stranger Things with Steddie or Steve and Robin - I couldn't pick so I kind of did both. Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy! @squealing-santa

Steve had been wound up tighter than one of Eddie’s guitar strings all day. Eddie had brushed it off as nerves at first - he and Steve hadn’t been dating that long, after all, and they had made plans to spend the whole day together. Eddie himself was a little anxious-excited. But the fourth time Steve shivered whenever Eddie got close, it was obvious to Eddie that something was up. So he waited, and he watched.

Steve’s hand seemed to be rubbing at the back of his neck every few minutes. He jumped when Eddie said his name, and blushed when Eddie raised an eyebrow at Steve’s antics. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he would say a toddler had inhabited Steve’s consciousness with how squirmy the guy was.

Finally, in the middle of the third Star Wars movie, when Eddie placed a hand on Steve’s knee only for Steve to leap up from the couch like he’d been shocked, Eddie decided enough was enough.

“Ok, Stevie, what the hell is going on with you today?” Eddie asked.

Steve blushed a deep red. “Nothing - I’m fine.”

Eddie didn’t dignify that with a response. He raised an eyebrow.

All at once, Steve seemed to deflate. He heaved a sigh. “Is it ok if Robin comes over?”

Eddie furrowed his brow even as he nodded. “Yeah, of course. Is this some kind of Russian interrogation trauma-bond thing?”

If possible, Steve blushed even deeper. “No, no it’s nothing like that. It’s just - it’ll be easier to explain once she gets here.”

With that, Steve slunk into the kitchen, and Eddie heard Steve dial the phone and speak in low tones before hanging up a few moments later.

Still avoiding eye contact, Steve made his way back into the living room to where Eddie was seated. “She said she was going to bike over,” he muttered.

“Well, let’s hope her balance on two wheels is better than her balance on two feet,” Eddie mused with a smile.

Steve snorted. “It isn’t. It definitely isn’t.”

Eddie played the movie, and the two watched quietly while they waited for Robin to arrive.

Arrive she did, about twenty minutes later, letting herself in with a loud, “Steve, do you have any bandaids I can borrow? Wait, who am I talking to, of course you have bandaids.”

Steve shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do you need bandaids?”

“I may or may not have gotten into a brief altercation with Petunia.”

Eddie looked at Steve. “Who’s Petunia?”

“Her bike,” Steve said as Robin walked into the living room.

A quick scan of her person assured Eddie that nothing was broken, just a scraped elbow that was sluggishly bleeding onto Steve’s parents’ hardwood floors.

Robin stopped in the middle of the room, squinting at Steve with a critical eye. Steve noticeably held himself still under her gaze, but couldn’t hold back a shiver that was nearly imperceptible. Robin saw it, though, and her eyes practically lit up with mischief.

“Steven Elizabeth Harrington, did you really have me bike all the way here for this? When there is a metalhead right there who I’m sure would be more than happy to provide what you need?”

Steve hid his face in his hands. “That’s so not my name. And I - I couldn’t just ask him!”

Taking advantage of Steve’s closed eyes, Robin stalked forward and threw herself atop Steve’s lap. “Well, I hope you know that since I biked all the way here, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.”

Eddie balked at that - he knew Robin was gay, Steve knew Robin was gay, and yet - no, there’s no way. Eddie knew he was missing a piece of the puzzle. He just couldn’t figure out what.

At Robin’s words, however, Steve let out a high-pitched whine. Eddie blinked. He’d never heard Steve make such a noise.

“Don’t give me that,” Robin teased. “If you wanted someone nice, you should have asked Eddie.”

“Um, asked Eddie what?” Eddie piped up.

The look Robin gave him was pure delight. “Asked Eddie to tickle him,” she said, and immediately dug her long fingers deep into Steve’s underarms.

Steve gave a shout of laughter before melting back into the couch, a tension that he had been carrying all day dropping from his shoulders. His arms pressed to his sides, but from the volume of his laughter, Eddie would guess that they provided minimal protection.

Robin cooed at her platonic soulmate. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Just wanted to giggle for a little while?”

Steve threw his head back, “Ihihihihi - Ihihihihi don’t gihihihihiggle.”

Eddie snorted.

Robin gave a smirk. “Oh yeah? What happens if I get riiiiiiight here?” She drew her hands away from Steve’s underarms and attacked his tummy instead. Instantly, bubbly giggles filled the room as Robin scribbled over his ticklish spots, pausing momentarily to ruck Steve’s shirt up around his ribs. His giggles rose in pitch when Robin spidered over bare skin.

“Oh my god,” Eddie smiled to himself, but Robin heard him.

She beamed. “I know right! Isn’t this the best stress reliever?” She let one hand snake around to pinch at Steve’s side, resulting in a snort. “Honestly, Steve, I don’t know why you didn’t ask Eddie.”

“Ihihihihihi juhuhust couldn’t!” Steve cried out, twisting his torso in vain to get away from Robin’s evil fingers.

“Sure you could! I’ll help. Repeat after me: Eddie Munson, light of my life, moon to my stars, will you please tickle me until I forget my own name?”

Steve wailed at that, apples of his cheeks redoubling their blush. Eddie melted at the sight.

Just as suddenly as she started, Robin stopped her assault. Steve panted for breath between giggles as he blinked up at her in confusion.

“I’m waiting, Steve,” Robin sing-songed. She gently rested one hand on Steve’s hip and the other on his opposite thigh. “I’m not going to tickle you anymore until you ask Eddie to help.”

Steve’s mouth dropped open, betrayal written in the scrunch of his forehead. “Robbie,” he whined, throwing a hand up over his eyes.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“But you’re so cute when you ask to be wrecked.”

“Oh my god.”

“C’mon, Stevie,” Eddie cajoled, delighted to join in the teasing. “You’ve fought monsters before. One sentence. How hard can it be?”

Steve squirmed beneath Robin’s hands, but she held firm, not a squeeze or scribble in sight.

Steve pouted. Then he sighed. Then he asked, “Eddie… would you please… would you please t-tickle me?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Robin dug in with a vengeance, and Eddie leapt up to join her. Steve screamed with laughter as four hands descended on his body instead of two, electricity zinging through him as his friend and boyfriend grinned.

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIT’S SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAD,” Steve cackled, his arms coming down to unsuccessfully push at his attackers.

“Aw, but you asked for this, sweetheart,” Eddie teased, spidering his guitarist’s fingers over Steve’s rib cage. As Robin continued her devastating assault on his thighs.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE,” Steve choked out, tears streaming down his face. Before long, his laughter went silent, and Robin and Eddie took that as their cue to back off. Robin swung herself down into the seat next to Steve’s and Eddie pulled Steve’s head into his lap, carding through his hair as Steve came back down to earth.

Steve’s giggles slowly petered out, and Eddie smiled down at his adorable boyfriend, who had turned to hide his face in Eddie’s tummy. That was fine with Eddie. Steve could stay there as long as he wanted.

It was Robin who spoke next. “Ok, now that that’s over, can I please have a bandaid now? I think I bled all over your couch.”

Steve just laughed.

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mimimunson · 3 months

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Joseph Quinn needs to CHILL

#Joseph Quinn #Joe Quinn #Eddie Munson #stranger things #steddie #Joseph Quinn my beloved #I can’t BREATHE #he is straight up gnawing on her #when is it MY TURN #steddie tickle fic #Stranger things tickling #Eddie Munson tickle #mouth twords

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ticklishraspberries · 2 years

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Don’t You? (Eddie/Steve)

Summary: Steve is more observant than people give him credit for, and Eddie isn’t hiding his need for affection very well. (Based on a lovely prompt from my lovely friend @nhasablogg who suggested some Steddie with the quote “You like this, don’t you?” and I had to pop off and write a full fic instead of a drabble. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! it)

Steve Harrington had never claimed to be smart. He scraped through high school by copying from other students and charming his teachers, and he often felt like common sense managed to escape him. However, contrary to what some may have thought, he wasn't oblivious either. When it came to emotions, he was incredibly intuitive and found himself picking up on the smallest quirks in other people.

Steve could tell when Robin was putting up a front for people she wasn't so close to, forcing her body to be still and her mouth to stay shut. He could sense the relief in her when they were left alone and she could drop the mask and continue her ramblings in peace.

He knew that if Dustin didn't forcibly control the radio in the car, he was distracted by his own thoughts and didn't want to sing along. Nancy quit biting her nails years ago, but when she was especially anxious, she fell back into the habit. Max hummed Kate Bush beneath her breath when she needed to feel safe.

Lately, he had started to notice these things about Eddie. The jokes he cracked to diffuse tension, the way he fiddled with his rings as a distraction. As he spent his time learning Eddie Munson, there was one particular thing that he couldn't get off his mind.

Eddie seemed to lean desperately into every touch, like a drowning man grasping for the shore. It would have been adorable if it wasn’t also sort of sad. While Wayne seemed like a great man, he didn’t strike Steve as the overly affectionate type, and based on what he knew about the rest of Eddie’s family, he figured that hugs were not a very common occurrence.

He had grown up similarly, grasping for affection in the form of friends or girlfriends, trying not to seem as desperate as he felt. So, having been in the same place, Steve would never deny Eddie a bit of platonic affection. The only issue was, his feelings towards Eddie were straying closer to crushing territory, and he didn’t quite feel ready to unpack that.

So, Steve compromised. He gave hugs, shoulder pats, and playful shoves, but was careful to not linger too long, knowing it would only send blood rushing to his cheeks (and possibly elsewhere, if he wasn’t careful). But it broke his heart to see the disappointment in Eddie’s eyes when the touch retracted.

Dignity and pining aside, Steve figured it couldn’t hurt to dial it up a notch.

And that was how he wound up on the floor of Eddie Munson’s trailer, grinning like mad as the guy that most of Hawkins feared laid beneath him, giggling like mad. A quick jab to the side had sent Eddie jerking away as if electrocuted, and Steve wasted no time in pouncing.

The two of them went sprawling to the floor, a mess of flying limbs and giggling, for once, acting like the age they truly were.

Eddie wasn’t weak by any sense of the word, but he was less athletic and still giggling like mad, making it easy for Steve to pin him to the floor and tickle his sides with vigor. The giggles quickly turned to real laughter, loud and uncontrollable.

As Steve switched between squeezing his sides and poking at his belly, he picked up on something else. Eddie didn’t seem to be fighting back. Like, at all.

Normally, when Steve tickled anyone, he was met with playful resistance, begging, and the occasional injury. Robin babbled out pleas for mercy, Dustin kicked as though his life depended on it, and Nancy had once bruised his jaw with a flying elbow. But Eddie just…took it. He squirmed, sure, but that was just a natural reaction. No words of protest had left his lips, only laughter. And his smile was not a forced grin, but rather a genuine beam of childlike joy.

“You like this, don’t you?” Steve asked, stopping his tickling and instead leaning his face close to Eddie’s ear.

Eddie’s cheeks turned red. “What?” he asked, his voice breathless and pitched much higher than usual. “Of course I don’t.” If he were aiming for nonchalance, he was failing miserably. Steve could practically feel the nervous energy radiating from the man beneath him.

Steve hummed. “I don’t believe you,” he replied. “You’re barely fighting back. I mean, you haven’t asked me to stop once, and you could fight back, but you’re just grabbing at your hair instead of trying to push my hands away.”

Eddie’s face was an odd shade of crimson that Steve couldn’t imagine was normal for the average person. He seemed at a loss for words, which was rare for someone who talked so goddamn much. Not that Steve minded, though. It was cute, all his rambling. God, he was really becoming a fool for Eddie, wasn’t he?

“Hey, I’m not making fun of you,” Steve said, sensing that Eddie’s embarrassment was straying into actually upset territory and desperately trying to wrangle it back to cute, playful teasing. “I mean, it’s fine if you do.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh, basically a scoff, but he had stopped denying it.

Then, Steve decided to tell him something that he’d never told anyone before. “I don’t mind it either, you know. Like, it’s sort of fun depending on who does it. Ever since Robin found out I’m ticklish, I haven’t known peace, and like, I could tell her to stop if I wanted and she would. But it’s fun for both of us, so I don’t. So, basically, if I’ve misread and you aren’t having fun, I’ll stop right now and never do it again. But if you’re having fun, I won’t tease you about it anymore.”

Those already big brown eyes somehow widened further as Eddie squirmed. Steve had a hunch that talking about feelings and secrets wasn’t something that he was used to, so he didn’t pry, he just let him figure out what to say next.

“You don’t have to stop,” he said after a moment.

Steve grinned, and resumed his attack on Eddie’s belly, making him bark out a surprised laugh. Once again, his intuition hadn’t failed him, and he was feeling indescribably giddy.

He didn’t expect Eddie to try and fight back after that flustering talk, and so he was taken entirely off guard when Eddie suddenly managed to sit up and push Steve back against the floor, clambering on top of his thighs and grinning like a maniac.

“Since you gave that sincere, adorable little speech, I figured I had to return the favor,” Eddie said, shooting him a wink before latching onto Steve’s sides and letting his fingers dance across his thin t-shirt with the precision only a guitarist could have.

And if Steve wasn’t laughing so hard, eyes squeezed shut and mouth falling into a helpless grin, maybe his intuition would have told him that the way Eddie looked at him, soft eyes and fond smile, maybe he would realize that Eddie totally had a crush on him too, and maybe he would make the first move and kiss him, right then a there, on the floor of his trailer.

There had been enough confessions for the evening, though, and the tickle fight left them both breathless and delighted, and Steve found himself smiling the whole drive home.

#steddie fic #steddie ticklefic #steddie tickle fic #stranger things fic #stranger things tickle fic #stranger things ticklefic #stranger things tickling #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #ticklefic #tickle fic #stranger things #steddie #steveddie #fic #raspberry writes

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august-anon · 2 years

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Ticklish Tattoos

Tickletober 2022, Day 14: Tracing

This is so disorganized and choppy but i literally just wrote it so its what is getting posted lol

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Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship(s): Steddie

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Eddie/Ler!Steve

Word Count: 618 words

Summary: Steve likes tracing Eddie's tattoos. Problem is, Eddie's a bit sensitive.

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The habit had started up before they even started dating, Steve’s fingers absent-mindedly tracing over the ink in Eddie’s skin. Sometimes while they were in a group, tucked away in the Wheeler’s basement or the Byler-Hopper’s living room or even Steve’s house, but most often when they were alone. For a while, Eddie wasn’t even sure if Steve was aware of the fact that he was doing it. He seemed like the type to fidget, kind of like Eddie himself, just in a quieter way.

But in any case, Eddie certainly didn’t care. Having his crush’s hands, once the hottest guy in Hawkins (still was, in Eddie’s opinion), all over him? Sign Eddie up. And, in a more serious sense, it was kind of comforting. All of the little touches he got from this oddball group were – they seemed to survive on the connection, verifying that everyone was okay, that they were still warm and alive, that there was still blood rushing around underneath that skin – but Steve’s touch got that static under Eddie’s skin to relax in a way that the others’ didn’t.

Not that Eddie would ever fucking say any of this out loud.

But the part that Eddie would really never mention, under pain of death, was that sometimes Steve’s fingers tickled like hell. Not that Eddie was complaining about that fact, but it was embarrassing, and it was even more embarrassing that he didn’t mind it. So Steve didn’t know, and if Eddie had his way, Steve never would.

And that worked out, up until they started dating.

Freshly showered, Eddie made his way down the too-long halls in Steve’s too-long house until he reached Steve’s bedroom. Eddie rolled his eyes as Steve greeted him with a wolf-whistle and a wide smirk to match.

“What, I can’t appreciate my boyfriend?” Steve said.

Eddie scoffed, resisting the urge to cross his arms over his bare chest. He knew it was a bad idea to make his way back in here in just a pair of sweatpants, but he had forgotten his sleep shirt in his bag when he’d gone to shower. He moved to go grab it, but was stopped by a long, pitiful whine from the bed. God, and people called Eddie a drama queen.

Eddie turned to raise an eyebrow at Steve, finding him already pouting and making grabby-hands in Eddie’s direction. “Come on, you don’t need it. Come here. I wanna see your tattoos.”

And that was the beginning of the end. Because while Eddie was able to hide his reactions when Steve was tracing around the ink on his arms, it was a whole different story when Steve started tracing the tattoos on his chest and torso. He’d never been very good at suppressing it, Steve noticing the way his nose scrunched up almost instantly.

“Ticklish?” Steve asked.

Eddie pursed his lips around his smile. “Maybe.” He tensed, expecting a full-blown attack, but Steve just kept his steady pace tracing the tattoo on Eddie’s chest.

Steve hummed, a smug little smile making its way onto his face. “Good to know. That’s useful information.”

Eddie opened his mouth to sass back, not even sure what he was going to say, but wound up choking on a giggle as Steve moved down to his side, tracing around one of his newer tattoos, helping to cover the scars from the demobat attack.

Steve chuckled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Very ticklish, apparently.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Eddie replied, though it wasn’t very effective when he was stuck squirming and giggling from such a gentle touch.

He couldn’t help but wonder just how bad it would be when Steve finally got him for real.

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cringemesstickles · 6 months

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Tickly Kisses

(TickleTober Day 22: Ticklish Kisses)

Summary: Mike attacks Will with kisses

Pairing: Byler

Word Count: 728

A/N: the amount of byler tword content is scarce so I thought I’d contribute. Idk man they’re too cute :’)

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The sun was setting in Hawkins Indiana, casting a golden hue through the youngest Byers’ window.

Lots of change had taken place over the course of the year, some bad, some good; one of the good changes however, was the new relationship between Will Byers and Mike Wheeler.

Today, the two lovebirds sat in Will’s bedroom, Mike flipping through an old comic book while Will sat at his desk, engrossed in his current artistic project. Though they were both doing separate activities, they were together and that’s all that they needed.

After awhile of sitting in comfortable silence, Mike started to feel bored, looking over at his boyfriend who was lost in his own world of creativity.

Getting an idea, he closed his comic book and carefully set it aside, hopping up from the bed and slowly making his way towards the unsuspecting artist.

When he reached his destination, he waited for Will to put down his pencil, not wanting to risk ruining the project by causing him to slip.

When the brunette set his pencil aside in favor of reaching for a marker, Mike put his plan into motion.

Before the boy could grab his marker, his boyfriend spun the chair around to face him, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Byers.

“Mike, you scared me- hey! Mihihike!” Any words that he tried to get out were cut off by the feeling of soft lips against his neck, peppering the skin with loving - and ticklish - kisses.

“What? I’m just showing you how much I love you.” Said the taller boy, smiling against the skin.

This comment caused Will’s cheeks to take on a rosy tint, and he was kind of glad that Mike couldn’t see it from his position.

“I-I love you tohohohohoo, but that tickles!” He giggled, hands resting on his boyfriend’s shoulders, head tipped back to welcome the affection, despite his protests.

Mike had known that Will was tickling LONG before they started dating.

He’d always tickle his - at the time - friend when he needed a pick me up or when he just seemed like he could use a good laugh, and the shorter boy never seemed to mind; he’d squirm around but would never make any attempts to escape and sometimes, albeit rarely, he’d get the courage to ask for the playful attention.

It was one of those things that made him love Will even more.

“Mike, plehehehease!”

The brunette squirmed in his seat, halfheartedly trying to dislodge his lover from his sensitive neck, which was starting to turn pink as well.

Mike started to laugh as well, the sound vibrating against Will’s skin and making it tickle more.

“I can’t help it, you’re too adorable!” He teased, continuing his barrage of ticklish kisses.

Will, though starting to reach his limit, couldn’t help the euphoria that had overcome him.

The reality of someone he loved for so long loving him back was just setting in and he couldn’t be happier, and he let himself continue to laugh and melt away into the silly moment.

“Am nohohohot! Eek- plehehease!”

The taller boy was about to relent, but then he realized there was one more thing left to do.

“Okay okay, one more thing and then I’m done…” He assured, letting Will catch his breath for a moment.

The brunette’s eyes flickered with curiosity and a trace of excitement.

“And what would thAHAHA- MIHIHIKE NO!” He squealed, childlike laughter following suit as Mike blew a sharp raspberries in the crook of his neck, sending ticklish shocks through his whole body.

“M-MIKE, CAN’T BREHEHEHEATHE!!”

At those words, the Wheeler immediately pulled away, not wanting to overwhelm his boyfriend.

He watched the artist recuperate from the tickly attack, eyes filled with love and affection.

Not missing a beat, he leaned in to connect their lips, locking them both in a soft, tender kiss.

When they pulled away, they shared a look of mutual infatuation.

“I love you, even when you torture me with tickles…” Will smiled, bashfully averting his gaze.

Mike laughed and pulled the shorter boy up from his chair, guiding them both to the bed.

“If you really love me, you’ll take a break from the paper and engage in some cuddle time~” He grinned cheekily, earning a chuckle from Will.

“Deal… but no more tickles!”

With a heart full of love, Mike smirked.

“No promises.”

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Mad Max and the Week Long Tickle War: Day Two

Summary: Where Lucas seeks vengeance on Will, and gets a little help of his own. A collaborative project with @nhasablogg and @lesbian-byers Fandom/Characters: Stranger Things / Lucas & Will, feat. Jonathan Wordcount: 1.1k ish A/N: I had a ton of fun with this project alongside N and LB - they are precious treasures both long beloved and sparkling new, respectively, to the community. About the fic itself: when I started writing this, I instinctively wrote Will as he/they so I hope that comes across clearly in the writing. ← What happened yesterday?

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"You're so dead, Byers!"

To be fair, it was totally warranted. He even gave Will a head start. Where they had a superhuman flight response, Lucas had trained athleticism. As if either were necessary; Lucas was a big brother and Will a little one. This was just the natural order of things.

Ahead of him, Will was kicking up red and gold leaves in their wake. Lucas had perfectly ambushed his friend sketching on a blanket at a grassy-ish street corner, and Will had been startled enough to abandon the quilt and some color pencils while maintaining a white-knuckled grip on the spine of a notebook pressed clumsily to his forearm. Lucas leapt over the artistic remnants in his pursuit.

They sprinted past a handful of houses with varying degrees of transitions between Halloween and Christmas when Will took a sudden right up the driveway to the old house. It took them precious few seconds to fumble their way through the front door. Lucas's grin grew determined as he grabbed the streetlight and swung himself toward the haphazardly thrown open entrance.

Thwik! Ffuhbaduh!

"O…w…stupid vacuum…"

Lucas found Will sprawled face down on the hallway floor. A thin black cord snaked from somewhere deep in the adjacent living room, and its bulbous plug gazed longingly at the outlet from which it had been violently extracted. His mouth pursed to one side a moment before opening to ask, "Ya good?"

There was a deep sigh. They carefully pushed their sketchbook up and away from their body. "Yea, I'm good," Will said.

"Good!" Lucas cheerfully, bodily, dropped to a tight straddle over Will's calves. "Cuz you're not gettin' outta payback that easy!"

Now that the game had resumed, Will put up a futile fight to get out of the pin and keep his shoes from being pried off. "I didn't even do anything!"

"Didn't even - didn't even do anything?! Oh, I know you're not pullin' that bullshit!" A pair of worn sneakers reunited with the vacuum cord. "Nuh, cause the Will the Wise I know isn't so dumb to make things worse for himself. Not after blatant party betrayal."

Will huffed a mischievous chuckle. “I’m gonna tell Max you don’t view her as part of the party.”

This smug little shit.

Hackles raised in only the way younger siblings are able to conjure, Lucas’s fingers flew into a frenzy across the loose cotton soles on Will’s feet. The sound of Will’s chuckles rapidly transformed into breathless peals of laughter.

"First you follow Max's orders to torture me." Lucas played up the villainous venom by ripping off Will's left sock while scritching the ball of that foot. He was rewarded by a spike of cackles. "Then your lame ass threatened to diss me." He yanked off the right sock with the same technique.

"I'm sorry!"

"Yea, you're gonna be!" shouted Lucas back with all the faux menace he could muster. He dug into Will's heels, and fluttered over Will's ankles, and tickled their arches and toes and all the tickleable spaces in between. Lucas's sibling-skilled hands found every ticklish spot Will's soles had and made sure they individually felt his wrath.

"I-I-I take it back!" Will bargained, pounding his fist into the floor to cope with their hysteria.

A door toward the end of the hall opened swiftly with a noxious funk, and startled both boys into freezing. Beyond a spooked Jonathan was his Californian friend, Argyle, singing along to breezy music while hanging halfway off his bed. A relieved smile spread across the older Byer's face, and something hit the floor with a heavy thud. "Jesus, Will, I thought you were being murdered."

"I am!"

"Sure are," Lucas agreed, turning back to resume his wicked scribbling into the wrinkles of Will's scrunched feet.

"Can't be. Not when Lucas isn't even close to your most ticklish spot," Jonathan said.

Will shrieked, "No!" as Lucas whooped, "Hell yeah!" in delight. His friend began to thrash in an attempt to roll over, but locked at the knees in the narrow hallway meant they were shit outta luck.

Jonathan swore under his chuckles as he planted his heels against Will's triceps and gently shuffled back to stretch their arms away from their body. When he crouched down, Lucas could see how careful Jonathan was to not to sit or step on his frantic little brother. His approach inspired Lucas to change up his own rhythm to something softer.

"Jonath-Johnathan, please don't, it-it'll tickle so bad!" Will pleaded. Their feet twitched in response to Lucas's fingers tracing the outside edge of his soles. Light giggles drifted atop each breath.

"What was his crime anyway?" asked Jonathan. Behind him, Jonathan's thumbs anchored on either side of Will's spine and perched long, fanned-out fingers atop the back curve of Will's ribcage.

Beneath him, Will's entire body tensed and let out the tiniest squeak of protest.

"After you guys left, he made me scream in front of my girlfriend," answered Lucas.

Jonathan sucked his teeth. "That's brutal. Suppose this is justice then."

Lucas's incredible reflexes were the only thing that kept him from being bucked off, or worse kicked between the legs. It took all his focus to press Will's shins securely to the carpet. Will was howling in some of the loudest, wildest laughter Lucas had ever heard out of his usually reserved friend. He couldn't help but laugh along with him.

It didn't take long for his ballistic mirth to peak into silence, and for Jonathan to reach under Will's chest to lift them onto their elbows. The residual chuckles from the prolonged tickle attack became spliced with a coughing fit. Lucas helpfully thumped him on the back.

"Yoooo, lil' dude, ya solid?" Argyle called to Will over a sick surf guitar solo.

They took a couple of deep breaths to recalibrate their body. "Yeah, I'm good," Will said with a bright smile. Argyle matched the grin and gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh!" Lucas suddenly remembered where he had found Will earlier. "We gotta go get your stuff from outside or your mom's gonna be pissed."

"We should call for pizza while they do that, J-man. I'd say he's earned it."

Jonathan helped both Lucas and Will to their feet. "That's not a bad idea." He held out his hand to Will after they had put back on their sneakers. "Truce?"

Will gave it, and Jonathan, an incredulous expression. "Never." Lucas couldn't stop the bark of laughter that single snarky word summoned as they walked out the door.

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