#ticklish!steve harrington

[nhasablogg]

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

[tickle-bugs]

For the writing thingie, maybe ler!Robin lee!Steve? The phrase could be “Steve, don’t make me sit on you again…”

your honor, they are everything to me. hope u enjoy!! still trying to figure out robin tbh

Under Covers

Robin leans her bike against the garage, careful not to scrape. Steve’s home--his car sits idle in the driveway, waiting patiently to ferry them both to Family Video. They’re already late, technically, but they’re not late late yet. 

An argument could be made that she could simply bike to work, admonishing Steve from the high horse of punctuality, but that’s no fun.

She jiggles her key in the lock and throws the door open, dumping her bag by the door. It’s quiet and dark downstairs, the kitchen unused, neither of which are a good sign. Steve’s usually a morning person, but on the days where he isn’t, he has to be surgically removed from sleep. It’s a coin toss, really, if he’s late over his hair or late for oversleeping and his hair. 

She inhales as much as her lungs can manage, then: “Steeeeeeevvvvveeeeee!”

No response. She scowls. 

She helps herself to a glass of orange juice and promptly rinses the glass, never one to make extra work for Steve when possible. Bothering him, yes, but inconveniencing him? Not if she can help it.

She thumps up the stairs two at a time. Steve’s bedroom door is cracked open when she gets there, exposing the comically lumpy mass of blankets on his bed and the upsetting pile of laundry in not one, but two corners of the room. Robin has half a mind to do a running jump onto the bed, but he’s gotten way too good at convincing her to take pre-work naps. They need this job. Unfortunately. 

“Steve. Steven. Steeb.” Robin leans in the doorframe, biting her lip on an affectionate smile. Steve’s hair pokes out just at the top of the blanket pile. 

“Don’t make me sit on you,” She says a little louder, moving over to the left side of the bed. Steve wrinkles his nose and makes a grumbly noise. 

“Three, two--”

“Bobin?” He mumbles, squinting at her. 

She pounces. He screams, muffled by the blanket, but then he tumbles into wild giggles and flails for purchase. 

“Get up, get up, get up!” She squeezes at his sides through the blanket, feeling around blindly but knowing intimately where to strike. His arms fly free of the blanket and he starts grappling with her, trying to poke at her like the bastard he is, but she’s on a goddamn mission. Either they’re getting to work on time (unlikely) or he’s going to die (still on the table). 

“Get. up.” She starts tickling his ribs, sliding up under his arms every time he tries to swat at her. Steve honest-to-god snorts, which she didn’t know he could do. She catalogues it for later. 

“W-Why--Ah, Robin, nohoho!” Steve whines and covers his face. She starts poking at his stomach, speeding up whenever he tries to grab her. His laughter revs like an engine. He twists away suddenly, curling up on his side and as close to the edge of the bed as he can physically get. Robin chuckles at him and tazers his side. He makes no sense. Only Steve would forfeit all the empty space in his bed rather than use it to escape. 

“We’re late, dingus!” She reaches back and squeezes his thigh. He shrieks like his life depends on it, voice cracking around his laughter in that way she loves. 

“I’m up!” Steve wheezes, lunging forward to grab her wrists. She squeezes again and he crumples into the mattress, throwing his head back against the pillows. He tries to say her name, or possibly curse at her, but all that comes out is a jumble of syllables and frantic, nervous giggles. 

“No, if you were up, you’d be getting ready.”  She pauses, just to prove her point. Steve pushes his hair out of his face and fixes her with the bitchiest look he can manage. She grins. He scowls. 

“I’ll drag you out of bed if I have to.” She crosses her arms. When he wriggles down into the bed like an indignant little worm, he earns her wrath. It’s only natural. She’s given him an out and a half. Robin feels around under the blanket and grabs Steve’s ankle, skittering her nails over the curve of his heel and up. It’s a fast track to a black eye, but she’s gotten quicker lately. 

There’s a screechy peal of laughter, then a thump--a loud one, and not from Steve’s side. Robin peers over the right side of the bed, feeling for the nearest pillow to defend herself from whatever creatures might lurk in here. 

Instead, she finds Eddie Munson. His hair’s a mess, more so than usual, and his face is bright pink. He’s oddly jittery.

“What.” Robin and Eddie blink at each other. She looks down at her hand, clutched around what is decidedly not Steve’s foot, then back up at Eddie. He gives her a sheepish wave. 

“Oh my god.” She drops Eddie’s ankle. Eddie. Here. In Steve’s bed.

“Robin--” Steve holds his hands out soothingly. 

“Oh my god.” She drops her head in her hands.  

“Is that a good ‘oh my god’ or do I need to change my locks?” Eddie asks from somewhere beside her. He climbs back up onto the bed and drops beside her. The mattress dips to accept him. 

“Still deciding,” She groans. Steve rubs her back, murmuring something soft and sickeningly fond in Eddie’s direction. She’s happy for Steve--god, she’s over the fucking moon for him, really. She teases him because someone needs to, but her heart swells knowing there was a resolution to all the yearning passing between the two of them. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I should’ve been the first to know!” Robin smacks Steve’s bare chest. He catches her hand. 

“Well, you’re like the third to know.” Robin glares at him, but Steve throws his hands up in surrender. “Kidding! Third, because me and Eddie. Honestly, Rob, we were gonna tell you.”

“We’re, uhm, still figuring it out.” Eddie nudges her shoulder, but his shmoopy eyes are firmly on Steve. Gross. 

“Alright, well…I have questions. So many questions. But first--” She pokes his chest as aggressively as possible. Eddie copies her, hitting Steve’s stomach instead. 

“Up, yes, I knohow--” Steve’s voice breaks on a giggle. He crumples awkwardly into Robin, twisting away from Eddie. Robin’s tempted to help, but she leans away from Steve to give Eddie more access. Drama’s more fun, anyhow. Steve doesn’t laugh nearly enough. 

“No--” Steve points accusingly at Eddie. Eddie only grins wider in response. 

“You’ve given me a tremendous gift, Buckley!” Eddie cackles, wiggling his fingers into Steve’s sides. Steve yelps and bolts, managing to skid in the bathroom and slam the door before Eddie can vault over the bed. Robin and Eddie both chuckle. 

“Sorry if I helped make you late,” Eddie says, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. A devious little idea grows in the back of her head.

“Yeah, you did.” She lunges at him with an evil laugh. Eddie squeaks and tries to scramble away, but Robin’s on him already, heart growing three sizes at the now-pair of dinguses she’d never choose to live without. 

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #stranger things #steeb and bobin <3 #ticklish!steve harrington #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #steddie #yes robin has a key to steve's house #also eddie was 100% helping robin tickle steve she just didn't know #god i missed these three so much. i miss writing them!!!!

[writingwitharlo]

A Secret Language

a/n: MY FIRST ST FIC!!! this took way longer than expected and is therefore a big chungus

anon: steve and eddie with “It’s been a while since you tickled me.” (33)

Tickle Trope Prompts

(Stranger Things; Steve, Eddie)

3845 words

CW: implied masturbation

Eddie liked to touch. This mostly applied to soothing any anxiety his body had no other way of expelling. Whether that was picking at the dry skin of his cuticle, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers, peeling off labels from beer bottles - the list was endless.

Eddie also liked to touch people. Not inappropriately, obviously. Just in small, casual ways. Little touches like elbows and shoulders and knees bumping together in close proximity, ruffling of hair, a pat on the shoulder - that list was equally endless. 

Of course, he couldn’t just go around touching whoever he pleased and for a long time he didn’t even know how much he had craved that form of affection until new people entered his life like a stampede. 

New people who didn’t think he was weird- Well, maybe they did, but they liked that about him. New people, who actually enjoyed spending time with him and valued his opinion. It was still an adjustment, not just for Eddie, who had to learn quickly that not everyone liked to be touched. But Eddie was a quick learner, and surprisingly observant.

So, he noticed the way Nancy always moved back when someone brushed up against her even just accidentally, maintaining a secure bubble of space for herself that she only allowed to be crossed on the rarest of occasions.

Eddie also noticed how Robin hated any touch that wasn’t completely obvious when it came. He had witnessed Steve sneaking up behind her on too many occasions not to notice. How her body visibly tensed when she sensed a presence behind her and the surprised yells she let out every single time, without fail. It took poor, oblivious Steve more than one scolding to realise that Robin did not appreciate his antics in the slightest before he finally stopped.

And then there was Steve. What didn’t Eddie notice about Steve? Perhaps he noticed too much for his own good. Steve, who had never pulled away from any of Eddie’s touches, whether he had planted them on purpose or without thinking. Steve, who let his leg relax enough so his knee bumped with Eddie’s whenever they sat beside each other. Steve, who would ask for hugs whenever a specific amount of beers was in his system. Eddie had counted them. It was eight.

Perhaps it was this mutual understanding that brought the two boys closer together as time went on. The understanding of how healing touch could be, how it could be its own secret language.

It took some time before their touches turned more playful, deliberately placed to draw out a reaction from the other. At first it were harmless shoves and nudges, which turned into messing up of caringly styled hair and tripping each other up when walking, which turned into headlocks and squabbles and ended with the addition of tickling.

The discovery had happened accidentally, at least that’s how Eddie remembered it. Stuck in a particularly secure headlock, Eddie was forced to grip onto Steve’s waist for balance which worked like a charm in releasing the headlock altogether. It wasn’t until Eddie had straightened up that he noticed Steve keeping his arms protectively close, wide-eyed with a grin tugging on the corner of his mouth.

From that day on, Steve easily became the victim of one of Eddie’s tickle attacks about three times a week. Even when Steve tried to fight back or make the first move, Eddie always managed to get the upper hand. Too quickly for Steve’s liking. 

The attacks never lasted for long, at least not at first. But the longer their little game continued, the greedier Eddie became. There was this thrill he got from that kind of contact. Or was it just because the contact was with Steve?

To be fair, Eddie had not dared to tickle anyone other than Steve, besides Dustin on occasion. But that was different. Dustin needed to be reminded to respect his elders. Steve… Well, Steve just made it way too easy. 

Eddie wouldn’t consider himself a skilled tickler. How could he? He had barely had any sort of physical contact with anyone for years. Steve would probably blame it on being a skilled guitarist or something like that, because nobody had ever taken him to pieces the way Eddie had. Not that he would ever say that to his face, of course.

Either way, Eddie craved more. More choked protests, more flailing limbs, more hearty cackles and frantic giggles, more heated cheeks and tears of mirth, more twitching muscle beneath his fingertips. It was addictive and the addiction was infuriating.

Eddie found himself lying awake at night, cheeks almost sore from smiling as he replayed the sound of Steve’s laugh over and over in his head. His fingers itched to draw out more of the heavenly sound, making him restless. Dragging his fingers over his own bare torso just wasn’t quite the same, even if it did still that craving for the time being.

It wasn’t until one autumn morning that Eddie awoke with a sensation that filled him with dread. There had only been about three occasions before where Steve’s laughter had followed Eddie into his dreams. But this time was different. And it was bad.

Eddie lay as still as possible, staring at a dark spot on the ceiling as if it would help. But it didn’t and he couldn’t bear the sensation any longer. Hesitantly, he moved his hand down his torso, following the light trail of hairs beneath his belly button until he reached the waistband of his boxers. His hand paused and after a slow, deep exhale, it plunged beneath the fabric.

The problem was taken care of in no time, Eddie’s brain filled with images of that pearly white grin and scrunched up nose until he was done. He was still catching his breath, cheeks lightly flushed as he cleaned up his mess before getting dressed, ready to pretend like none of that had actually happened. 

Two more times Eddie pretended like nothing happened until the feeling of guilt and shame turned his stomach into knots. There was no denying it at that point. He had a big, fat crush on Steve Harrington.

It wasn’t right. He knew better. A touch was never just a touch. At least when it came to girls, that’s what he knew. So why should it be different with a guy? Nobody should think like that about their friend- their best friend. He didn’t know any best friends that acted the way he did with Steve. Not in that way. He cried when it happened the fourth time. 

Practically overnight, it seemed that Eddie’s hands were sewn into his pockets. The colder, brisker weather was the perfect excuse and he didn’t think Steve would even notice anyway. 

Steve noticed. Perhaps not right away but he did. He didn’t really complain when the regular tickle attacks were reduced to the occasional jab or pinch at first. When they disappeared completely, that’s when he noticed. When his hugs were no longer reciprocated and what was previously a lingering hand on his shoulder, was now a brief fistbump with his arm, that’s when he became worried.

But Steve wasn’t good at bringing up emotional stuff - it was something he was still working on - and he thought, hoped perhaps, that this behaviour was temporary. Three weeks passed until Steve’s patients broke. 

“Hey, Ed?”

“Hm?”

“What’s been going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

The Munson trailer was cosy and surprisingly warm considering the freezing temperatures Hawkins had been experiencing. Steve pulled one foot onto the lumpy couch, tucking it beneath the other thigh as he tapped some ash from the joint into a nearby ashtray.

Steve had practically invited himself over to Eddie’s, telling him something about his parents having some important business friends over and that he would rather be anywhere than at home. That they had been on his case even more than usual recently and that he needed to take a load off. 

How was Eddie supposed to say no to that? He let him into the trailer, glad that it was already dark out and the lights in the trailer were dim so that any flushed cheeks could go unnoticed. He rolled a joint for Steve before settling back on the floor beside the coffee table where he had been before the unexpected intrusion, writing up a new DnD campaign.

Steve had watched in silence for a while, occasionally letting his gaze wander around the room to see if anything had changed. It felt like it had been ages since he was in the trailer last. Quiet music was playing from somewhere, something slow and calm.

They had passed the joint back and forth a couple times before Steve broke the silence. Weed made Steve honest, Eddie had noticed.

“I mean…” He paused to take another drag, holding the smoke to give him time to think before releasing it with an exhale. “You seem different. Feel like I’ve barely seen you recently. And when I do you’re…” He waved his hand a bit as he took another drag, making Eddie gaze up at him. “It’s like you’re barely there.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and held his hand out for his turn. Only Steve could make things sound so dramatic. “Well, I’m right here, Harrington,” he replied once he could take a drag of his own.

Steve huffed a bit at the reply and pulled his other foot up so he could sit criss-crossed, leaning forward so he could see some of what Eddie was working on. But the lights were too dim and his eyes blurred the letters anyway, so there was no point. He rubbed at his eyes as he leaned back, head tilted back against the backrest.

“It just-...” Steve took a slow breath. “It’s been a while since you tickled me.”

Eddie froze, gaze slowly lifting from the papers before him to the other boy, relieved to find him staring at the ceiling. It hadn’t been ‘a while’. It had been three weeks. That was ages, an eternity. “Okay,” he replied slowly, dragging the word out as if to imply for Steve to elaborate since he didn’t know what else he could say himself.

Of course Steve stayed silent and Eddie’s knee began to bounce beneath the table. “Are you-” No, these were dangerous waters. “Is this your way of telling me that you miss it?” He did his best to sound teasing, sarcastic, as if there was a smirk on his voice when there was only panic.

“Well… Yeah, kinda.”

Not the answer he was expecting. Shitshitshit. Steve lifted his head as he continued to talk but before his eyes could find Eddie’s, he was already focusing on his papers again, scribbling away as if he were writing real words. 

“But other stuff, too. I mean… you’re all the way over there-”

“I can’t write from the couch,” Eddie argued quickly, which was the truth. It had not stopped him from abandoning his task to join Steve for a smoke in the past though. He seemed to remember the joint in his hand and took one last long drag to finish it off, holding the smoke in for as long as he could. 

“Alright, well… You made Dustin sit between us when we went to see Star Trek.” Eddie could feel Steve’s eyes on him and he was becoming hot under his gaze. He did do that, there was no denying it. 

“And you refused to get in the front seat when I dropped you off after your last DnD session. The last four DnD sessions, actually. And you know how much I hate having Max in the front.” Eddie lifted his head again, just as slowly as before only to find Steve pouting at him. Damn, he looked cute. Close to a petulant child but still cute.

Eddie’s face was hot from his neck all the way to his ears, which were luckily hidden by his hair. 

“So, what is it?”

Eddie blinked. “What’s what?”

“What’s been going on with you?”

Eddie was backed into the corner and he could feel it. Shitshitshit. Fuck. His heart was racing faster than he would like and his hands were starting to become clammy. “N-Nothing.” He got to his feet, mumbling a quick ‘I need a drink’ as he shuffled over to the fridge.

The light cast a dim glow onto Eddie’s face and just for a few moments he closed his eyes, allowing the cooled air to hit his burning face before grabbing a can of coke. He shut the door, ready to turn back when he bumped into something solid beside him. Steve. 

“Are you avoiding me?” There was something hurt in Steve’s voice and it broke Eddie’s heart.

“N-No.” His feet moved back slightly, the proximity too overwhelming for the moment. “I’m not avoiding you.” It was a lie. This time he was physically backed into a corner, the edge of the kitchenette counter making contact as he took another small step back. 

Steve’s head tilted to the side, hands coming to rest on his hips. “Okay. Then what about all the things I just said? Because I didn’t make them up?” Curse Steve’s stubbornness.

Eddie tried to act casual, leaning back against the counter as he picked at the tab of the can, never even opening it. “It’s not-... I- I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.” That wasn’t a lie.

Steve frowned. At least Eddie imagened a frown in the pause that followed. He wasn’t exactly looking at Steve’s face. “What people?”

“You know, just-” He waved his hand uselessly. “People.”

There was another pause. “No. I don’t know.”

Eddie sighed and shook his head, about to head back over to the coffee table. “Just forget it-” But as he was about to take a step forward, so did Steve, forcing him back against the counter. 

“Why won’t you tell me?” Eddie was expecting some annoyance but as his eyes flickered up to the face that was so much closer now, all he saw was hurt, and concern -  creased brows and worry.

“I-... I uhm…” Eddie felt hot again. He swallowed and he was sure Steve could hear it. He wanted to look anywhere but at Steve but his eyes wouldn’t tear away. “I don’t-”

“I have ways of making you talk, you know?” Steve’s head tilted to the side again. The concern was fighting against something trying to take its place. And was that a smirk tugging on his lips?

“No, you don’t-” Before Eddie could even finish the words, the room was spinning. The coke slipped from his fingers as he yelped and it tumbled to the ground with a clatter. Blinking rapidly, he found himself looking down at two pairs of socked feet and the grubby tiles of the kitchen. “Steve- Agh!”

A noogie, really? They weren’t kids anymore. “Fuck off, man!” Was this his way of making him talk?

“I told you what I want.” This was certainly not how Eddie had imagined his night to go.

“Eat shit!” Eddie knew it was no use tugging on Steve’s arm. He was simply stronger. One thing Steve seemed to have forgotten was what happens when Eddie wants to get out of a headlock.

One hand slipped up his back so far as it could reach before moving to Steve’s exposed side while the other gripped onto Steve’s knee. It took him one second too many to realise what was about to happen. An indignant shriek, frantic giggles and a buckling leg later, the room was spinning again.

With a muffled thud, both boys hit the ground, their bodies entangled and piled on top of each other. Steve reached up to move his hair out of his eyes with a groan but was quick to snap his arm back down as vicious fingers formed a claw over his ribs.

“Nonono, Ed- Eddie!”

It seemed as though Eddie’s floodgates had been opened. The itch he had been denying to be scratched was gripping him, taking control of his hands as they seeked out the sensitive spots they remembered. One hand at his ribs, the other at his hip and Steve was howling.

Eddie had found a way to half straddle him and half lay on top of him, keeping him on his back despite his useless kicks and desperate protests. Steve’s free hand, the one not protecting his ribs, came up to grip at Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie figured it was an attempt to push him away but the laughter had Steve weak, as usual. So, of course he took his opening. 

Steve’s back arched off the floor when the claw from his hip darted right into his armpit. He bucked his hips a couple times before his silent laughter rendered him useless. Only now did Eddie realise that he was laughing too, clearly enjoying his friend’s misery. His friend…

Eddie’s hands stilled suddenly and he moved to sit up, clearing his throat awkwardly. His whole body was burning, only this time he wasn’t sure if it was due to the proximity or the exertion. It didn’t matter. He moved to a crouch but before he could rise up, the room turned into a blur for a third time as something solid collided with him from behind. 

With a grunt, Eddie landed face first in the worn down carpet beside the kitchen. Luckily, he had been able to catch most of his weight with his hands but before he got a moment to turn around and question the culprit, warmth settled against the back of his thighs. Eddie’s breath hitched and the counter attack began. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, Munson.”

Eddie was mainly surprised by the lack of breathlessness in Steve's voice, having expected him to take longer to recover. That’s all he really got to think about as those rapid squeezes focused right above the back of his knee, firing up the nerve endings all the way up his thighs. Not good. Very much not good.

“Fuck, Steve! Get off, I mean it!” He tried to sound as serious as he could but his own giggly voice was ruining that for him. Lucky for him, Steve hadn’t thought to pin him down or lay on top of him.

With a bit of a struggle, Eddie managed to flip onto his back, which ended the attack on his legs but opened up all the other spots he would have been able to protect otherwise. He wasn’t going down without a fight. 

They grappled for a while, shouting for the other to give up while maintaining their own stubbornness. Steve got Eddie on his back more often, just because he was stronger. Eddie was more nimble, though. This time he brought one hand up between them, fluttering his fingers against Steve’s belly, where the fabric of his shirt hung loosely from his frame.

Steve yelped and flopped right on top of Eddie, who groaned quietly while still trying to get free and avoid the other’s questioning. It was useless.

“Why won’t you tell me?” They were the only words Steve had repeated over and over since the counter attack.

“Fuck off!” The heat in Eddie’s voice disappeared when a smile betrayed him, shoving at Steve to get him off. 

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Munson, tell me!”

“Why are you so stupid?” Eddie grabbed either side of Steve’s face-

“Well, that’s just m- hmb.” and brought their lips crashing together. 

Everything stopped. For all he knew, Hawkins and all of the world had been swallowed up by the Upsidedown after all. But when Eddie finally pulled away again, Steve was still right there, staring back at him with wide eyes. The skin beneath his fingers felt hot, so Eddie released him and scrambled to sit up. “That’s why.”

He can’t help the bitterness that seeps through as he gets up, brushing himself off before heading back over to the coffee table. He slumped back down on the floor, staring blankly at his scribbles as he waited for Steve to run out or come over to hit him or anything. Anything would be nice. Out of all the options he had, Eddie would not have put ‘laughing his ass off’ on the list.

Except, that was exactly what happened. It started with a couple chuckles at first and quickly grew to full on hysterics. Eddie’s brows furrowed together in confusion. He couldn’t see the other boy from his spot on the floor. All he could see was a mop of brown hair on the floor just past the counter. 

“Eddie!” Steve called out when he got enough air in his lungs but Eddie refused to answer, just watching the mop of hair move until he was fully out of sight. There was a groan and an attempt at composure before Steve came into view again. Slowly, he lifted himself to his feet, gripping the counter for support as the occasional wave of laughter still shook through him, making it hard to stay upright. 

“Eddie.” Steve wiped at his teary eyes before spotting the other over on the floor, slowly staggering over towards him. 

Eddie tried to remain as still as possible despite his trembling, hoping silently that Steve might not see him and just decide to go home. He continued to hope even when Steve was already coming to crouch beside him.

Eddie’s brows stayed furrowed, eyes slightly widened as he tried to see as much as possible in the dim light. Steve just stared at him with that goofy grin of his, the one he only wore when he had given up on trying to stop smiling. “What?” Eddie asked, trying to sound annoyed or at least impassive.

Steve blinked, his head tilting to the side like a curious puppy with his warm eyes sparkling in the dark. “You’re an idiot.” Before Eddie could ask what he meant, lips were against his again, softer and less forced than his but still eager.

Eddie couldn’t comprehend. Perhaps he was too high to comprehend and it didn’t matter. All he knew was that Steve hadn’t run out or tried to beat him up but rather came back for more. There were so many unformed questions swirling around in his mind, all of which he refused to acknowledge as he gripped onto Steve’s shirt.

A loud bang made the two fly away from each other. They looked around, panicked and confused before realising what had happened. Their eyes met and this time, both of them fell into hysterical laughter, gripping the other for support as tears filled their eyes that were impossible to hold back.

The can of coke Eddie had dropped had chosen that exact moment to explode on them, the carbonation bursting through the weakened seal that Eddie had fiddled with. 

Almost symbolically, with the release of the carbonation, all tension between the two boys had vanished. 

#eddie munson has a tickle kink #ticklish!eddie munson #ticklish!steve harrington #tickle fic #stranger things #stranger things tickle fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie tickle fic #steddie tickling #steddie #steve/eddie #tickling #tickle community #tickle kink

[rosiesramblings]

Overworked

Set in the "Steve Is Forcibly Adopted" universe, a few months after they are all living in the cabin.

Stranger Things

WC: 1k

A/N: This was the original scene that inspired my Adopted!Steve fic. I recommend reading that one first :)

Steve didn’t even realize that the whole day had passed until he heard Hop’s key in the cabin door. He rolled his neck and winced as it gave a painful pop. It seems he had unintentionally spent the entire day working on his college applications.

Hop knocked on the door of Steve’s room and pushed it open, and El followed him in with a serious expression on her face. Steve half-glanced at them and mumbled a greeting before turning back to the pile of papers on his desk.

El spoke first. “You have spent the whole day in here. It is time for a break.”

Steve hummed absentmindedly. “Sure thing, El, just give me a few more minutes.”

If Steve had been facing her he would have seen the look of mischief and determination that flashed over her face. “Hop. Steve skipped lunch. And he only had coffee for breakfast.”

At those words, Steve went still, the tips of his ears turning red. Hop’s eyebrows climbed high on his forehead. “Is that true, Steve?”

Steve whirled around, face as red as his ears, and he babbled, “Wait, no it’s - well I mean - I just had to -” he turned to El. “You said you wouldn’t say anything! What happened to ‘friends don’t lie’?”

El smirked in a way that told Steve she was about to repeat something Max had told her. “Friends don’t lie. But sisters do.” Steve suddenly felt himself getting up out of his chair and walking over to plop on the bed next to Hopper. 

“Hey! No powers! This is cheating!” Steve yelped as his arms gently raised themselves above his head.

“El, what have we talked about?” Hopper asked sternly.

El pouted. “Consent and respect for boundaries.”

“Right. So what am I going to say?”

“Not to use my powers on Steve when he hasn’t consented.”

“Thank you,” Hop said as El released Steve, who shook out his hands and wrapped his arms around himself in a hug. Hop nodded his approval at El, and then turned his attention back to his eldest.

“Kid, did we or did we not just have a conversation last week about not overworking yourself? Especially while you’re still healing?” Hopper asked.

Steve squirmed under the weight of Hopper’s stare. “Well, I mean, we did but -”

“No buts,” El said. That had quickly become a favorite phrase ever since Lucas introduced it to her a month ago.

Hop sighed, but Steve could see his eyes twinkling and that reassured him that he wasn’t really in trouble. “What are we gonna do with you, kiddo?”

“He needs tickles,” El said sagely, making a bunch of butterflies erupt in Steve’s tummy. Steve’s eyes got big.

“What? No! I don’t, I’m sorry, I promise, I’ll take a break or whatever -”

“Too late for that, bud. You must need a reminder about not overdoing it,” Hop said, grinning.

“I don’t, I don’t, please Hop I’m sorry, just dohohohon’t,” Steve started giggling before Hopper had even touched him, fingers wiggling threateningly. Steve hugged himself tighter, as if he had any chance of guarding every one of his tickle spots..

Gently, Hop pushed Steve down onto the bed and dug his fingers into Steve’s ribs. Steve broke immediately, letting out a cackle that had him turning red from embarrassment. In the months he had been living with Hopper and El, the chief had worked out all the spots that would leave Steve in hysterics.

El bounced happily on her toes, delighted with Steve’s laughter. She pried one of his hands away from his ribs and began tracing the lines on his palms lightly, which made Steve shriek and start to let out bubbly giggles.

“How’s it going, there, kiddo? You getting the message yet?” Hopper asked through a grin.

“Yes yehehehehes yehehehes I am! Prohohohohomise!” Steve laughed.

“Yeah? Tell me, then, why is it important to take breaks?”

“Cause - cahahause people neheheheed to eat and sleheheheep and relahahahax or they get sihihick,” Steve grumbled through his giggles.

“Yup. And are we ever going to get mad at you for taking a break when you need one? Hop asked, scribbling his fingers over Steve’s tummy and down to his hips.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO,” he wailed as he arched his back.

Hopper graciously chose to interpret that as an answer to his question rather than a protest.

“And do we want to set a good example for our younger friends?” Hop asked, at this point just messing with his kid to prolong the playfulness. Hopper drilled his fingers under his boy’s arms, one of his favorite of Steve’s spots because he would always shake his head back and forth reflexively.

“Ye - YEHEHEHES - HOP PLEHEHEHEHEASE,” Steve begged through his laughter. “NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”

Hop pulled his fingers away with a smile, and El dropped Steve’s hand, which he immediately rubbed on the bed to try and rid himself of the feeling. Hop pulled Steve up into a hug, scratching his head the way Hop knew made him melt. 

Steve sighed and burrowed into Hopper’s shoulder, and El hooked one of her arms through Steve’s. Everything settled, residual giggles petering out and long, even breaths taking their place.

“Hop?” Steve mumbled into his shoulder.

“Yeah bud?”

“El didn’t keep the door open three inches when Mike came over last week.”

El launched herself up with a squawk. “Steve! You - “ she abandoned whatever she was going to say in favor of running out of the room, throwing wary glances at Hop’s hands. They both laughed. He’d get her in a moment.

He gave Steve one last squeeze. “I’m proud of you, kiddo. Try and get some rest while I deal with your sister. I’ll wake you for dinner when it’s ready.”

Steve was already asleep.

#tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #ticklish!steve harrington #the autistic el hopper agenda never sleeps #tickling #tfb community #hop brings out my attachment issues lol #enjoy!

[radio-navlee]

Ok so ik that post asking for prompts was July 10th buuuutttt, if your still doing it can you do lee!Steve from stranger things 👀

Sure! Also, if yall have any prompts, just send me them! My prompts are never closed. I love reading them <3

Lee: Steve

Ler: Eddie

Ships: NONE! No shipping <3

Warning?: A sfw tickle fic, if you don't like that, scroll past!! (Also First Stranger Things tickle fic so It might be slopping or non-consistent)

They both sat in Eddie's trailer, bored out of their minds. Not a single thing came to one of their head. So they sat in the same room just listening to the wind blow against the trailer, the occasional sound of a ball being caught in Steve's hand. Steve stared up at the ceiling throwing a ball up and down catching it. He must have zoned out during that because he snaps out of it as the ball fell on his stomach instead of his hand. Steve groaned in surprise and a bit of pain as the ball rolled off his body onto the floor bouncing around the room and finally going under the bed all the way to the back. Steve sat up to reach under Eddie's bed.

"Wacha doin?" Eddie asked

"My ball rolled under your bed, I'm getting it." Steve said lazily

Eddie looked at his bed then looked at Steve.

"Steve, you can't fit under my bed." Eddie sighed

"Are you calling me fat?" Steve asked jokingly

"No I'm saying you cant fit under my bed!"

"Watch me!"

"Steve,"

Steve got on his stomach and reached his hand under the bed, then two hands, then his head, then his shoulders.

"Ha! See I got it!" Steve bragged

"Yeah sure but can you get out?"

"..." Steve struggled a bit trying to get out,

"I'm stuck..." Steve signed. Eddie burst into laughter.

"I Told You!" Eddie laughed

"Shut up!" Steve struggled again. He was still stuck,

"Help me!" Steve demanded, Eddie got up and sat down next to Steve. Still laughing at the scene of Steve lying under the bed on his stomach and his arm and shoulders stuck above his head.

"Ok ok." Eddie said calming down

"I'm going to pull you alright?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever just get me unstuck!"

Eddie stood up again putting one foot to the right and the other to the left of Steve's body and grabbing onto his torso. Steve flinched as he started to wiggle a bit.

"Steve stay still!"

"Plehehease let gohoho!!"

"Let go? I'm trying to get you out- oh!" Eddie let go and sat on top of Steve.

"Steve? You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?" Eddie teased. Steve sat there for a second

"No.. No no no! Wait! Eddie! Don't touch me! No! Waihahahahat!!!"

Steve burst into giggly laughter as Eddie slowly started to run his finger up and down his sides. Steve struggled under the bed trying to get out.

"Wow your ticklish!"

"Shuhuht UP! EDDIHIHIEE!!!" Steve's laughter pitched and became more squeaky and squealy as Eddie ran his fingers up and down his spine slowly scratching at his lower back.

"Wo-ohh!! Found a sensitive spot! You know Harrington, you are super ticklish, in fact, you are incredibly ticklish! I have never met a guy like you get such a reaction from me doing this" Eddie teased, he was making this so unfair and super ticklish.

"EDDIHIHIHIEE!!" Steve squealed,

That's the only thing he could say, Eddie, his mind was scrambling under the ticklish feeling and he could only think of the person causing this.

"How about.... here!" Eddie changed spots and started to spider both the back of Steve's Knees.

"EDDIE EDDIE EDDIHIHI!!!" Steve's laughter pitched lower (Back to his normal voice)

"Oh my gosh! You have different laughter to different spots!? That adorable!!"

"NOHOHOHO!! IT'S NOAHAHAHAT!!" Steve's mind started to pull itself together to say something.

"ok ok! Just lemme do one more thing!" Eddie stopped tickling for a second.

"Dohoho I have a choice?"

"Nope!" Eddie teased.

Eddie got up and sat on the back of his knees. Taking his shoes off and holding his foot in place. Steve squirmed and tried to get his foot back.

"No wait! Eddie! Please!" Steve begged

"Awe! This must be a bad stop for you huh?" Eddie said starting to scratch at the base of his foot and a cute little snort slipped out of his mouth

"NO WAY! Oh my gosh, this is amazing!" Eddie teased excitedly

"Pleashehes <snort> Stohahahp!!" Steve begged. He hated the situation he was in. But he loved every single moment of it

"ok ok! I'm sorry! One more minute?" Eddie asked

" <snort> Ohohokay <snort>" Steve agreed blushing under the bed. Eddie seemed to do everything he could to absolutely make this next-minute torture.

"EDDIEHAHAH!! <snort> THAHAHATSSS SOHOHOHO <snort> BAAAAHAHAAAD!!!"

"I know!"

"PLEAHEHEHESEE!!!"

"Ok Ok I'm sorry!" Eddie said, getting off of Steve and letting his breath for a second.

"Youhohou dihihick!" Steve said breathlessly, soon enough Eddie lifted up the bed a bit in order to get Steve out, why he didn't do that before? Well... He knew what he was doing ;)

(This was super fun to write :D Ghost out~)

#tickle fanfic #tickles #tickle #strangerthingstickles #stranger things tickle #lee! steve harrington #ler!eddie munson #ticklish!steve harrington #sfw twords #sfw tickling community

[mimimunson]

steddie / ticklish!eddie / one shot

cw- tickling, swearing

wayne notices everything. eagle eyed he picked up on how close steve and his nephew were before they even told him they were dating. he very quickly saw how much eddie liked to fluster steve around their friends, he thought it was only fair that he gave the lad some ammo on eddie.

“when he was younger and showing off, i just used to poke his sides a little, that was quickly an attitude adjustment.” he whispered to steve when eddie had gone to the bathroom. steve’s eyes gleamed at the information, he would never have guessed eddie was ticklish, but slowly everything started adding up.

eddie re-entered the room and steve had a shit-eating grin plastered over his face.

“what the fuck did you tell him?” eddie groaned making direct eye contact with his uncle, pointing his finger accusingly.

he was so screwed.

#stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #mine #steve harrington #eddie munson au #stranger things au #steddie au #steddie blurb #steddie imagine #steddie one shot #established steddie #steve harrington au #ticklish!eddie #lee!eddie #ler!steve #steddie tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #stranger things tickling #queer eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #eddie munson imagine #steddie fic #bi steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie tickle one shot #one shot

[august-anon]

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.”

#tickle fic #my writing #stranger things tickling #lee!steve #ler!eddie munson #ticklish!steve #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steveddie #steddie

[harmonictechnicality]

okayyeahsure

Eddie plays the guitar in real life.

But when they’re just chilling in bed and listening to Eddie’s mixtapes, Steve plays the air guitar…

And Eddie plays the air drums on Steve’s tummy and it’s pure domestic bliss for them.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #just gives him a little pitter patter there cause Steve is ticklish

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

“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

[fanficsandfluff]

Tickletober 2022 - Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

A/N: Another late one, I know I know. This one's EXTRA special because of two reasons! This was not a request, I had the idea. And I had help writing this fic! The ever wonderful @goblinden, whom I've known for many years now, helped me out when I asked and we co-wrote this fic together! It was super fun to create and I really hope you all enjoy our joint hard work <3 (It's also a really long one, so yay!)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

They had only been together for a short while, maybe a few months at most, but the dungeon master knew he had already fallen victim to a Charm Person spell as soon as his eyes laid upon the king himself. Eddie had grown attached to Steve; and eventually over a few beers and a joint they officially became a 'thing.'

And one thing he learned that he loved was kissing. He didn't think he would ever be an affectionate type but Harrington had him wrapped around his finger. Kissing was his favorite activity, more than hugs surprisingly. And he always craved more. Whenever Steve would leave his side, even to go to the bathroom, he would whine like a little puppy and wait very patiently for his return. And now that same scenario was playing out… They were hanging out in his trailer while his uncle was at work, huddled up watching a movie that Eddie forced Steve to watch. Horror, of course, his absolute favorite! And he will get the former jock into horror, dammit! They had taken a break from watching the movie to enjoy a wonderful makeout session. After having a few beers, Steve was bursting to go to the bathroom and Eddie reluctantly had to let him go. So he waited, pouting as usual.

Steve was in the bathroom, feeling buzzed but not drunk, and he was just thinking about Eddie, even though they've been separated for probably 30 seconds. The metalhead was hard to resist and very hard to stop thinking about. Steve looked in the very small trailer bathroom mirror as he was washing his hands, picking through his hair and fixing out of place strands since he wanted to keep looking good for Eddie. Eddie hadn't yet commented about his hair as much as old girlfriends did, so he didn't know why he cared so much about its appearance. Old habits die hard, he supposed.

Steve checked his breath and licked his lips before sliding the small door open and stepping out again to an awaiting Eddie. "Miss me?" he saw how Eddie's demeanor clearly showed that he did. Steve plopped himself back down on the couch and rested an arm along the back of it as he stared at Eddie with a small smile playing on his lips.

Hearing the toilet flush was like hearing the horn of a goblin troupes surrender. It was glorious. As soon as the man had stepped out of the tiny bathroom he was almost vibrating in his seat, his eyes never leaving the king as he sauntered over to sit down beside him once again. He couldn’t keep his hands off him so he instantly leaned into his side when he put his arm on the back of the couch just to feel his heat once again.

“No, not at all,” he said, his voice almost dripping with sarcasm; but he did turn his attention back to the movie for the time being.

Not even 5 minutes in he already felt himself licking his own lips and his hands began to fidget, he needed contact with Steve and he felt like he was going to make his already semi-pink lips sore by how much he was licking them and biting them. When the movie got to a boring part, at least in Eddie’s eyes when there wasn’t any blood and guts and gore, he turned to Steve and gave him a nudge to face him. And when he did he locked his lips with his again and he swore he saw stars, humming in delight as he moved his lips to new territory and placed them on his cheek and jaw, and then went to his neck. Eddie nuzzled his nose to get Steve's amazing (he would never admit it) hair away from the back of his neck while making his journey.

Steve found himself smiling more genuinely when Eddie cuddled into his side. This was so soft for the crazy, manic energy this guy typically brought with him. It was a nice change. And he fell for it when he felt Eddie's nudge, looking right at him only to be met with a kiss. Steve kissed back with a passion, as horror movies were never quite for him. He was thankful Eddie took it easy on him by breaking up their movie viewing for makeouts.

The kisses Eddie bestowed upon him started spreading and Steve felt heat rise to his cheeks. Steve was enjoying every second until Eddie brushed his nose into his neck in a very particular way as the kisses trailed. Steve jerked before he could stop himself and his head ditched Eddie's touch. And then mister perfect hair froze. The blush he'd been pleasantly feeling during the kissing morphed into a deeper, more embarrassed red. He didn't even look at Eddie.

Eddie was so caught up in loving on Steve’s skin, he almost didn’t notice what he was doing. The one thing that made realization hit him was when Steve jerked and annoyingly moved away from his touch. At first he wanted to pout, thinking that he wasn’t in the mood anymore after going to the bathroom, or the movie was too scary... but then he saw the blush that was on Steve's face now 10 shades darker than before. Did he hurt him? No no, there weren’t any cuts or bruis-- Ohh…

A wide grin instantly came onto Munson's face, almost predatory-like. And a mischievous sparkle began to circle in his chocolate button eyes.

“You good, pretty boy?” he scooted closer to him and the hand that was just gently relaxing near Steve’s thigh slid over to hold onto it so he couldn’t slip away so easily.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

Yeah, he was gonna have fun with this one.

"I'm good, Munson," Steve responded, acting as cool as a cucumber. Or at least in Steve's panicking mind, he totally one hundred percent came off that way, "Got a chill. Or you know, maybe your dumb movie actually scared me a little," he placed his hand over Eddie's that was now gripping his thigh tighter.

Steve wasn't entirely dumb, as he could see the lightbulbs of realization flickering behind Eddie's brown eyes. But kill excitement with disinterest, is what he always said. Yeah, he's never said that, but it fit for this moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you off," Steve ran his thumb across Eddie's ring-covered knuckles and turned his head and went in for another kiss, this time to Eddie's lips. If he got him away from his neck, everything should be fine and thus go back to normal.

Eddie had to hold back a laugh seeing how nervous Steve was. Steve's change of subject coupled with some shifting affirmed Eddie's suspicion. The dungeon master knew how to counteract attacks that never went according to plan.

He went along for a moment, of course, wanting Steve to think he had won. But alas, he was just dragging himself down into a dark dungeon where not even the king could crawl his way back out without a few wounds. It was perfect.

As Eddie felt Steve’s hand, his fingers laced together with his, interlocking in a sweet way but also a firm grip to keep the man to his side. With a quick motion, he moved down and began kissing at Steve's neck again. This time he kept him there. Whenever thy king shall lean hisself away, thy monster in the dungeon remainéd close. Eddie kept his lips and slight stubble on the target at hand.

Well, fuck.

Those was the first words that popped into Steve's brain when Eddie went straight for his neck once more. Steve pulled away, or he tried to. Eddie had his hand and thigh in vice grips so he couldn't pull back far without falling onto his back on the couch.

"E-Eds!" he growled, shaking his head to throw Eddie off of him, "Wh-What're you doing?" he tried steeling his nerves and he bit on his lip, starting to enjoy the kisses, actually, when Eddie wasn't intentionally using ulterior motives. Steve hadn't made any noises that resembled laughter yet, so he still felt he had a shot. A shot in the dark, maybe but a shot nonetheless.

“Well, Stevie boy,” Eddie leaned back for a moment to just look into Harrington's eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love your lips. They feel good, soft, perfect for kisses, but... I wanna try something new! Ya know?” he was grinning wide, going on and on while leaning closer and closer, til he eventually leaned so far he pushed Steve down onto his back and hovered over him. One hand was used to keep Eddie propped up, so he wouldn’t fully squish him, even though he was skinny. And Steve liked to point that out all the time. The other hand still held Steve's and pinned it to the cushions of the couch so he couldn’t yank up his shoulder, leaving it open for Eddie to get at his sensitive little neck.

The puppet master went so far as to swing one leg over Steve's to give him just a little bit of extra coverage when it came to Steve’s escape.

Steve reluctantly listened to all the stupid words spilling from Eddie's mouth and it only made his nerves heighten. And then he was being pinned, and he knew he was in for it.

“And with the way your skin got goose bumps tells me you like it, too, hm?” Eddie purred. He dove back in without waiting for Steve’s response. These kisses were more… light, airy, and tickly than the usual passionate ones. And he made sure to cover the side of Steve’s neck with them, even going up behind his red blushing ear.

"I doho like when you kiss me, yeah, dumbass," he had to agree with that statement. And when Eddie went back in for more, Steve groaned since these kisses were not at all the loving ones he was used to. They tickled like all hell.

"Shit!" Steve exclaimed after his breath hitched and giggles flowed from his mouth shortly after, "Ohoho shit shit shihit-- Eddie!"

There it was! The delicious nectar of the gods Eddie craved!

“Steeevie.” Eddie had to whisper into the man’s neck just to send the chills flowing all over the place between kisses, “When were ya gonna tell me you were ticklish?”

The kisses continued on the man’s neck and he moved down to his collarbone then back up again, going all over to find the perfect spot that would make the man truly giggle and laugh. The metalhead wanted more.

It wasn't so much the kisses as it was Eddie's breaths and nose touches that sent Steve into giggle hell. And then the stupid fucking teasing! He couldn't get a break.

"Stohohop, you shithead!" Steve cursed and he kept scrunching his face down onto his shoulder as much as his pin would allow him. But that did nothing to help because then Eddie would move right to the other side of his neck and attack there.

“You know I don’t like when people keep secrets from me, Stevie boy," Eddie teased, deciding to test the shark infested waters, blowing a raspberry under his ear.

"I dihihidn't know, okay??" Steve squeaked when Eddie blew the raspberry, a laugh coming out a bit more hearty and panicked, "NAHA-- Not a secret! Pfft! Fuhuhuhuck, Eds!"

That made Eddie pause and he pulled back to look down at Steve with a confused look across his face. The pause allowed the man to catch a break.

“You… hold up. You didn’t knohow?” He let a laugh slip out of pure shock. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington’s had so many chicks, he’s surrounded by kids constantly, how did he not know he was ticklish? Even Eddie knew that he himself was ticklish, too much for the metalhead's liking but… that can be saved for another day.

“You really didn’t know?” Eddie asked once more when Steve didn't immediately respond to the tease, a bit more care in his tone this time since he legit was thinking Steve's never been tickled in his entire existence. And geez, that was a depressing thought.

Steve sucked in a breath when Eddie paused, "I didn't-- Well, no, I knew I was ticklish. I dated Nancy for Christ's sake, she teased me about it. Just no one's ever kissed me and it made me feel ticklish…"

Why was he exposing so much and being so open? The blush on Steve's cheeks only remained, and his hair was looking disheveled, "Kisses shouldn't tickle," he said a bit softer, definitely more self-conscious and embarrassed, and he knew Eddie was just gonna keep railing on him about it, "This is new."

The grin Steve knew all too well slowly made its way back onto Eddie’s face, and he was back in business, baby!

“Wehell! Now that we got that cleared up-- yes, kisses can tickle. It is new, and it’s exciting,” well, exciting for Eddie mostly. He was bouncing on his knees, careful not to crush or hurt Steve, but he couldn’t keep still for too long, “Not just on your neck either, but I happen to like your neck.”

If it were to come out of anyone else’s mouth that would sound creepy, but it was Eddie and he was known for just being weird. He took both of Steve’s hands and pinned them to the sides of his body so he couldn’t move, and he licked his lips with a smile.

Steve didn't have much to say, for once. A nervous butterfly fluttered around in his stomach when Eddie took his wrists and held them like he did, one on either side of his face. No one's ever manhandled Steve as much as Eddie and this was all definitely new love life territory for him. He would pin girls' wrists, never the other way around!

“Shall we go on this adventure? Explore new territory?” with a wiggle of his eyebrows, Eddie kissed Steve's lips. He moved the kisses lower onto his neck and kept his kisses moving from side to side so Harrington would be caught off-guard.

Another shaky smile spread across Steve's lips and a giggle was ripped from him when Eddie went back in, "Ah! Shhhh-- hehehehaha oho shihihit," he squeezed his hazel eyes shut in mirth to try and fight the tingly sensations.

Eddie especially loved when he threw in a nibble and a raspberry! Raspberries were fun. They even tickled him a little bit with the vibration of his lips! This was too good.

When Eddie started nibbling, that made Steve's leg hitch up in the air, in an effort to squirm and escape, "THAHAT nohoho! Nonono, noho Eddie plehehehease," he snorted and he felt like his life was over. But no, it wasn't, because then the raspberries came.

Eddie was trying his hardest not to grin so much since that would mess up his whole plan. He needed his lips to tickle, dammit! But Steve’s laughter was so endearing, so tooth-rottingly sweet he just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Dihid you just snort?!” now Eddie let out a small huff of laughter that mixed in with Steve’s, and it sounded more evil than anything. The perfect laugh to fit the dungeon master himself, “Oh, this is too good, Harrington, it really is.”

"EHEDDIE! Fuhuhuck that, man! Nohoho, don't! Dohon't fucking do that!" Steve snorted again despite himself and he audibly groaned at himself after it happened. The raspberries just sucked.

And another snort! Eddie was in a dragon's horde, he had to be! Riches all around for the taking!

“Oh d--… don’t do what? Hm? Don’t do this?” and he blew a raspberry at a spot in the crook of Steve's neck where his shoulder met his neck, then nibbled on the skin afterwards. He had a hard time keeping Steve’s head in place, but hoped his scrawny body could keep him pinned. Eddie wanted to keep going, but he knew he would have to stop eventually… sadly.

Steve exploded once more, "AHA! Dohohon't fucking tease me!" he was red as a beet and his laughter came out in clear streams. It was a newer sound, even for Steve. He hadn't been made to cackle in a long while. His neck was even becoming red by this point, from all the touching there as well as from his spreading blush.

Steve squeaked and curled his knees up when Eddie returned to nibbling everywhere, and he was snickering breathlessly, "I cahahahahan't! Eds, I-I--ohoho fuck, it tickles!"

Alright, that’s enough of the neck for now.

“I’ll tease you all I want, thank you very much!" Eddie let out a huff of playful annoyance and scooted down lower on the man’s body and used his teeth to yank up Harringtons shirt to reveal his slightly pudgy lower belly. And he looked up at Steve through his eyelashes and curly bangs with another wiggle of his eyebrows, the evil look still pooling in his eyes.

“I did say that kisses can tickle elsewhere, didn’t I?” the metalhead cooed and lowered his lips slowly to the quivering tummy beneath him. His long curly hair was falling onto Steve's bare skin, making goosebumps appear on the skin. And Eddie hadn’t even touched him yet! When he did, he peppered those little tickly kisses all over his lover's tummy. It made his heart swell at hearing the new laughter it brought.

"Oho you suck so much, Munson," Steve panted when Eddie moved his head, subsequently removing his hands from Steve's. The pin was no longer in effect, and Steve was just about to scoot himself away from Eddie. But there was something in him that wouldn't let him get all the way away. Why not!? This was absolute teasing torture! He could easily kick his legs and jerk Eddie off of him and boom, tickle kisses over. But Steve sat and caught his breath.

When Eddie's lips made contact with his belly, Steve burst into another fit of laughter. His hands shot first to Eddie's head and gave it a few nudges before raising themselves. Steve used his hands to cover his face, needing to put them somewhere or else he'd start throwing punches.

"Stop!" Steve pleaded, "Eheheheddie, stop, plehehease! I neeheed to breathe, you dihick!"

Eddie was giggling like a kid in a candy store. This was so cute. Steve was the cutest, this whole night was cute. God, he was turning so mushy. Damn it, Harrington, for killing his Metalhead creep freak vibe.

“Ohokay okay. Break time,” the metalhead, sadly, removed his lips from Steve's tummy and leaned up on his hands to look up towards him, “Ah ah ah, no hiding," he reached up and began tapping at the backs of Steve’s hands and along his knuckles.

Steve lowered his hands like a good boy. His chest was heaving in the effort to recover lost air into his lungs.

“You good? You’re not dying on me, are ya?” Eddie’s face was bright as can be, his dimples shining with his big grin as he was over the moon.

"I'm nohohot dying, no. Wish I was, that was brutal," Steve leaned himself up on his elbows, "You like this a little bit too much," he pointed out with pink still dotting his cheeks, but a smile remained on his face. Steve pulled himself up a bit so he could sit up on his own without needing to lean on his arms. And his hands held Eddie's and started to tug them, "Kiss me properly," he urged him, not bitter or annoyed at anything that transpired. If anything, Steve was filled with more love for his freak now more than ever.

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. Yep, he liked this. Liked it a lot, matter of fact. With a happy smile, Eddie nodded his head to answer Steve.

When Steve started to sit up more and take hold of his hands, he couldn’t say no. His hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were sparkling: the image of perfection.

Eddie leaned in and kissed him deeply, filling the kiss with much needed love and affection after Steve made it through a brutal amount of tickly, kissy torture... so he supposed Steve deserved a bit of pampering afterwards.

The two young men sat and kissed each other lovingly. Steve shut his eyes and his hands slid up Eddie's arms, gripping them as he gently nudged him to get onto his back. Now that the tables were turning, Steve could not wait to have Eddie wrapped around his finger... or rather, multiple fingers. And laughing... because of said fingers. And aw hell, he'd throw in nibbles and raspberries as a bonus, just to round out their night of ticklish kisses.

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Draw Me Something as Pretty as You

AN: This is my second commission and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out! This is for the wonderful and lovely @ticklishraspberries raspberries who has been such a great friend in this community. Thank you so much for commissioning me and for giving such a great prompt to work with! So glad to finally hop on the steddie fic train. As always, hope you enjoy!

Steve often found himself staring at Eddie, especially at the most inopportune times. He couldn't help it; the man was mesmerizing. His sense of style was always roguishly on point, his hair tousled in such a way that it spilled over his shoulders perfectly. His clunky rings glistened in the sun, accentuating his long, dexterous fingers. And oh how Steve had fantasized about those fingers trailing his body. But lately, Steve couldn't stop thinking about the tattoos scattered across his body like confetti.

They were laying by Steve's pool, grateful that his parents were gone on another business trip. They were basking in the sun after a few hours spent in the pool, only getting out once their hands were sufficiently pruny. Drops of water still prickled their skin, waiting for the hot summer sun to evaporate them. They idly sipped their beers, passing a joint between the two of them as they rambled on about pointless things. Steve didn't care how stupid their conversations would get, because he was stupid in love.

Eddie's long hair was still dripping , and the way it clung to his bare torso had no right being so sexy. He took a long drag, holding it out for Steve to take. When he didn't grab it from him, he glanced over to see what was taking him so long.

He looked over to see Steve with his eyes locked on him, mouth slightly agape. The sight was enough to make Eddie burst into giggles, releasing the smoke that had been trapped in his lungs.

He blinked himself out of it, taking the offered joint. "Hey man, what's so funny?" he asked, feeling as though he was left out of some great joke. He brought the tip to his lips, inhaling the spicy sweet smoke as he waited for an answer.

Eddie's giggles trailed off into a sigh. "You are, Harrington." Steve sputtered, which morphed into a cough as the smoke billowed out of his mouth.

"I wasn't even doing anything!" he protested, embarrassment creeping up inside his chest. Eddie sat up on the lounger to face him.

"Oh but you were. You were gawking at me." Steve's embarrassment only grew.

"I-I was not!" he defended weakly, knowing that he totally was.

"It's okay, it's actually kind of cute. But a picture'll last you longer. Oh, and next time, close your mouth dude. You'll swallow a fly like that," he teased, all dimples and dazzling smile. Steve's stomach did a flip and he looked away.

"Shut up. I was admiring your tattoos." It wasn't exactly a lie. Steve had found himself rather fixated on all of the ink adorning his body. Eddie couldn't stop the wide grin from spreading across his face. All sly and a little bit lopsided, teasing and a little shy all at once.

He circled around the spider tattoo near his neck with a single finger. "Why? You jealous or somethin'?" he teased, enjoying the way Steve could no longer meet his eyes. "'Cause I can get you in touch with my guy," he offered, taking the joint from Steve. He let the rolled cigarette dangle between his lips as he spoke. Steve swallowed thickly.

"No I-I'm good. I don't even know what I'd want. They look better on you anyways," he said, keeping his gaze on the ice blue water lapping at the edges of the pool. When he looked back up, Eddie was sitting on the edge of his lounger, leaning a little too far into his personal space. Steve jumped back in surprise, drawing forth a rumbling chuckle from Eddie's throat.

"Everyone looks good in ink babe. But I concur, I wear it well," he bragged, admiring the bats dotting his forearm. Eddie took another hit, blowing the smoke out slowly, directly in Steve's face. Despite the hot summer air, a chill ran down his spine. Eddie's face was so close to his. Steve was about to lean in and close the distance when Eddie continued speaking.

"Yeah I'm actually thinking of getting another one. Riiiight here," he slapped the center of his stomach.  Steve was absolutely entranced by the way his hand rubbed over the skin before sliding off to the side. When Eddie caught him staring once more, he burst into giggles, hiding his smile behind a hand.

"You're ogling me again. Am I really that enticing?"

Steve blushed, muttering under his breath, "Maybe just a little."

Eddie tilted his head back, a loud, joyous laugh escaping his lips.

"What're you planning to get there?" he asked in hopes of changing the subject. It seemed to work when Eddie handed him the joint, humming in thought.

"Probably something meaningful. All my other ones, I just got 'cause they looked cool. I want this one to be different."

"You really love your guitar right? That'd be pretty meaningful," Steve suggested. Eddie turned to face him, and looked at him as if he gifted him the world.

"She's my lifeline," he said, holding a hand over his heart. Steve's lips quirked into a proud smirk. "That would be perfect. Fuck dude, thank you."

Steve grinned at the ground, grabbing his beer. When he took a swig, he was smiling so much that his lips couldn't seal around the opening, and it dribbled down his chin. Eddie continued to ramble.

"I'm thinking she'd look great in like, a stained glass style, you know? Real biblical shit."

Steve's mouth worked faster than his brain, and before he knew what was happening- "Y-you want me to uh, sketch- sketch it out?" he managed to stutter.

Eddie cocked his head, perplexed yet clearly intrigued. "Oh? I wasn't aware you could draw. Have you been holding out on me Harrington?"

"I-I mean, I'm no Picasso but I took art in high school. It was an easy elective, and the teacher actually liked me, so like, I think I'm decent." He had always been shy when it came to sharing his artistic "talents," something Mrs. Shaffer had tried to break. But Steve liked Eddie. More importantly, he trusted Eddie. And he wanted to do something nice for him, and maybe even impress the metalhead.

"Well shit! Let me see what you can do!" he encouraged as Steve stood up to look for markers in the house. When he walked past him, he couldn't help but slap his ass in the way to the door. Steve let out an adorable yelp, arching away as his pace quickened. He was giggling when he turned around to look at Eddie. He smirked, forming his hand in a claw and growled. He relished in the way it made Steve turn bright pink.

Steve played it cool until he shut the door behind him. Then he was scrambling, searching his house top to bottom for decent art supplies, emerging with a large ziploc baggie full of markers and pens of every color. He opened the sliding glass door that lead to the pool, peaking his head out. When Eddie turned to look at him, he flashed a wide grin, shaking the bag of markers as he stepped the rest of the way outside.

"The tattoo shop is ready and open for business!" he proclaimed, sitting next to Eddie on the lounger. Eddie cocked his head with an amused grin, studying the art supplies.

"But you forgot the paper."

Steve rolled his eyes and waved him off. "Paper's for chumps. Tattoos go on the skin, right? So it makes sense to sketch it out on you." And I want nothing more than to touch you all over, he didn't add. "And you know, save the trees and shit." Right now, Steve didn't give a crap about those trees. He just needed a half baked excuse that wouldn't make him look suspicious.

Eddie eyed him up and down with a teasing, lopsided smirk. "Suuuure that's the only reason," he drawled. He shook his head in amusement, smacking his thighs in unison. "Well let's get to it. Unless you're all talk, big boy." He chuckled to himself as he leaned back on the lounger.

Steve waited for him to get comfortable before straddling his waist. He subconsciously bit his lip as he studied the expanse of Eddie's naked torso. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his still damp hair.

He rested his hand on his chin, fingers hiding the growing smirk on his face. "So uh, h-how big do you want it to be?" he asked, stuttering over his words. What could he say, it was an awkward question. And no matter how he worded it, he knew Eddie would take the innuendo and run with it. As predicted, he snorted in amusement.

"I don't know, you tell me?" he asked, shifting his hips as he stretched his arms above his head, pillowing his head on his hands. Steve swallowed thickly, fiddling with the markers to advert his eyes.

"I was thinking maybe something about this tall and yay big?" he asked, measuring out the dimensions on his stomach with his hands in a soft, almost karate chop manner. Eddie craned his neck to try and gauge how big the tattoo would actually look there.

"Uh yeah, that's pretty good. But don't make it too, I don't know, clunky," he ordered, scrunching up his nose.

Steve placed his hand on his hips sassily, snarking back, "It's not gonna be clunky. Just shut up and stay still." He grabbed a pen and began a rough sketch of the outline of Eddie's guitar. It was a distinct shape with unique points and edges, and Steve liked to think he could draw it from memory. And whatever mistakes he makes with the pen, well, that's what the markers are for.

The point of the pen met his skin and slowly scraped down the lower middle of his chest. He jolted underneath the contact, but Steve didn't seem to notice. The pen wasn't working.

"Hold on, the pen's not working. Weird, it worked in the house. Let me fix it," he said, shaking the pen upside down. He touched the pen tip to his tongue to wet the ink to help it along. To get it working on skin, you usually had to scribble over your palm first, so Steve began scribbling tiny circles on the bottom of his ribs. Eddie jolted underneath him and grabbed his wrist, barely containing a laugh.

"Jeez dude, just get another fucking pen," he scolded, but the wide grin on his face severely diminished the effect.

Steve nodded wordlessly, taken a little off guard. This time, he grabbed a fresh ballpoint pen and scribbled over his own palm to get it working on skin. "Alright, I think this one works," he mumbled, bending down to focus on sketching his soon-to-be masterpiece.

He began by drawing the neck of the guitar, starting just between where his ribcage met. Eddie's breath hitched as the pen drug down his torso. The pen didn't draw the best in long elegant strokes, instead forming an outline by way of messy, sketched lines. It was a rough draft and only the basis of Steve's true vision.

If only Eddie could keep still. Only a few seconds in, and he was twitching underneath every touch. His breath quickened as his chest would rise and fall, his nostrils flaring every once in a while, followed by the odd huff of laughter. When Steve began tracing the odd angles of the guitar, he felt the way Eddie endlessly shifted. At first he thought nothing of it, but the squirming never died down. In fact, he thought it was getting worse. He knit his brows together, looking up to meet Eddie's gaze.

What Steve saw, he almost didn't believe. He was leaning back against the lounger, eyes shining with mirth while he sported the biggest fucking grin he's ever seen. His lips twitched as the tip of the pen started trailing up the other side of his stomach. The gasp that slipped from Eddie's mouth had him on the edge of his seat, eager to hear more. Quiet snickers started slipping out to make their debut. For now however, he would play oblivious and continue his drawing.

When he finished the sketch outline, Eddie tried to sit up to see. Steve covered his eyes with a hand, chuckling as he shoved him back down. Eddie was giggling too, moving Steve's hand away.

"What gives man?"

"Nope, no sneak peaks, 'kay? I want it to be a surprise."

"Cool, I hate surprises," Eddie sassed with an unbelievably wide grin that Steve matched.

"No you don't, dude."

"You're right. I fuckin' love 'em!" He immediately dropped the facade when called out, chuckling softly. Steve had to stop himself from staring, wiping the absolutely smitten look from his face.

"Well then, I hope you love this one." He dug around in the marker bag until he found the one he was after. It was a Sharpie, they all were. Tattoos were permanent, so he used a permanent marker, duh.

He was using a dark purple Sharpie with a thick tip to trace the outline, creating bold borders against the pale skin of Eddie's stomach. Steve definitely heard the way his breath hitched, and saw the way his belly quivered beneath his gentle touch. Steve smirked and took his time, savoring every twitch and huff of laughter that slipped out. He couldn't help but tease him.

"Dude, you're squirming around like a worm on a hook," he teased with a shit eating grin. Eddie growled, covering his face with his hands.

"Shut up, just get ihit ohover with," he whined, using every ounce of willpower he had to stay still.

"You're gonna fuck up my line work, and I want it looking sharp," he playfully scolded. He was trying to trace over the pen sketch with a single, perfectly straight line. Eddie smirked, purposefully jerking his hips to try and mess him up. A stray line went off to the side, causing a giggle to slip out of his mouth. Steve stared in shock at his "ruined" masterpiece, his mouth gaping open.

"Oh great, look what you made me do," Steve lamented, gesturing wildly to the stray line. Eddie craned his neck to have a look and smirked.

"Mm I don't know, you're the one with the marker. Seems like it's your fault to me," he taunted with a shit eating grin. Steve's jaw dropped in shock before scoffing, looking away.

"Shut your trap Munson, now I gotta fix your mistake," he teased, poking right in the center of the guitar drawn on his stomach. Eddie squeaked and jerked up to fold in on himself, locking eyes with Steve.

He looked... far too amused to mean anything good. Eddie gulped when he saw the way he smirked and studied his bare chest.

"You ticklish or somethin'?" Steve asked, trying to hide his cheshire cat grin behind his hand. He was doing a terrible job.

"Pft, no. Me? Ticklish? No way," he lied, but the nervous quiver to his voice begged to differ.

"Okay cool, so you should have no problem staying still the whole time," he said, innocent as ever. Eddie knew he was fucked. He wanted to crawl out of his skin as he felt Steve flutter his fingers along his sides. A shudder shot through his body from the top of his spine all the way down to his toes. He was brought out of his thoughts when Steve spoke once more, "But first let me clean this up."

Eddie watched Steve lick his thumb, the movement downright sinful. He didn't have very long to appreciate the sight, because he began rubbing tight circles over the spot he had messed up on. He immediately burst into a giggle fit, wiggling beneath him in an attempt to get away. "Shihihit dohohon't doho thahahat! Just draw dahamnit!"

Steve chuckled along with him, licking his thumb again before rubbing out the rest of his mistake. There was still a dark smudge, but it would suffice for now. Eddie's laughter died down as he stared up at him with eyes that still sparkled with mirth.

"Eh I'll cover it up later," he said with a wave of his hand. "Now stay still," Steve winked, twirling the pen between his fingers with a flourish. Eddie grinned and flashed him the finger. Steve drew a fat line up his arm in retaliation.

Eddie chuckled and looked at the mark running up his arm. "Wow, your artistic skills are really shining through," he winked. Steve rolled his eyes, thumping his shoulder.

"Shut up man. It's actually starting to come together, if you can just stay still," he teased, going back to his drawing. Eddie's body tensed under the touch, his belly quivering slightly with the effort to hold in his laughter. As he giggled, he tried his hardest to remain still. He wasn't really doing a good job, but Steve appreciated the effort.

He finished up the outline of the guitar before drawing seemingly random lines dividing his drawing into smaller sections. The lines were quicker and would end abruptly before another one crossed its path, leaving Eddie is stitches.

"Whahahat thehe hehehell are you dohohoing?" he giggled, poorly fighting off the urge to swat his hands away. Instead he settled on rocking side to side as he grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Steve chuckled.

"You've seen stained glass, haven't you? It's divided into sections," he explained innocently. Eddie shook his head with a wide smile.

"You're ehevil. You're dohoing thihihis to torture mehe," he sassed. Steve bit the inside of his cheek to keep his goofy smile on check.

"Nah, that's just a perk." Eddie was left speechless at those words, but he didn't remain silent. His hands flapped uselessly at his sides, occasionally balling into fists to fight the urge to shove him away. Meanwhile, Steve was lost in space. The way Eddie was writhing beneath him, cackling without a care in the world, made his brain short circuit.

He moved on to the last, but (un)fortunately the lengthiest stage. He grabbed a fistful of markers in varying shades of reds, purples, and pinks, fanning them out on display for Eddie. He was still giggling softly as he inspected the array before him.

"This one first," he said, picking out a blood red marker. Steve put the others away for now, playfully smacking the top of his head with the chosen marker. "You might want to brace yourself," Steve said, adding a condescending wink. Eddie's brows furrowed.

"The hell's that supposed to mehehehean! Hehey wahahait!" he shrieked, immediately bursting into laughter. His voice kept climbing in pitch as rapid giggles bubbled up from his throat.  He twisted side to side in a desperate attempt to escape the maddening sensation of Steve coloring on his skin.

He was quickly losing all composure. The way he bucked his hips and wrapped his hair around his face to hide had Steve licking his lips like a predator before a meal. He filled the small stretch of skin with color before moving to another angular shard of the larger picture. The sudden contact in a new location made Eddie jolt with a bout of surprised giggles.

"Steheheheve," he tried to scold, but it came out as more of a whine. Said man popped his head up to look at him, cocking his head innocently. He hummed to indicate he was listening, and Eddie wore an exasperated grin.

"Do you have any idea," he said between pants for breath, "What you're doing to me right now?" He looked up at him expectantly. He wasn't prepared for the impishly proud look on his face. Steve clicked his tongue, taking in every inch of his exposed chest and stomach.

"Yeah, I'm killing two birds with one stone," he said with a shrug, as if it were plain as day. "Obviously." He was so infuriating, Eddie could just slap him. Eddie could just kiss him.

A damp, soft point pressed into his skin, abruptly ejecting him from his thoughts. Tight, maddening circles danced over his skin, drawing forth sweet, hysterical laughter from slightly chapped lips. After he filled enough spaces with that color, he moved on to lighter shades. He colored in some sections close together, but still left large patches of skin yet to be inked. This process continued as Steve colored in the intricate tattoo, slowly but surely. He swapped out colors at random, creating a mosaic that stood out against pale skin.

Eddie's laugh bordered on hysterical, occasionally crossing that line when Steve focused his efforts on the center of his belly. For the time being, he was savoring every unique sound he was able to draw out of the metalhead. Fluttering his fingers against the skin would make him suck in a breath with a quick swear or two. Coloring in circles released shrill giggles and nervous pleading. And hard scribbles with the marker, back and forth, incited desperate thrashing and unrestrained laughter. And Steve was eating up every second of it.

He paused to give Eddie a moment to breathe, which he was grateful for. He squinted up at him, his nose still crinkled from the residual giggles that continued to trickle out. "Yohohou're such ahan ahahass."

"Now is that any way to thank someone who's almost done giving you a free tattoo?" Steve asked smugly, placing his hands on his hips.

"I paid with my suffering," he joked with a grin. "Wait, you said it's almost done?" he asked, trying to sit up to see the drawing covering his torso.

"Ah ah ah, I'm not finished yet," Steve chastised, preventing him from leaning up too far by placing a hand on his shoulder. Eddie tried to keep his rapid heartbeat in check as he was carefully shoved back down onto the lounger. Needless to say he was left speechless, his mouth dry. But that could just be the cottonmouth.

"Just get on with it Harrington," he ordered, barely biting back a smirk. Steve grinned as he squeezed Eddie's hips, just to keep him in check. He barked out a startled laugh, bucking weakly as shrill giggles and snorts peppered out.

"Yeah yeah hold your horses, I'm almost done," he deadpanned, but the wide smile plastered on his face hinted at his true amusement.

True to his word, Steve finished soon after. But completing his masterpiece meant that this would end. He'd have to roll off of Eddie, give him his space as he examines his handiwork. He wouldn't get to hear the endearingly shrill cackles or see the way his nose crinkled or eyes shined with unshed tears. Wouldn't get to see the wide, unabashed grin and hear thinly veiled threats and swears. He wasn't ready to give that up yet.

So he kept it up just a little while longer, coloring over patches that were complete and retracing already bold lines. Eddie grabbed his hair and wrapped it around his blushing face to hide. Steve felt his heart skip a beat at the sight, chuckling as he weakly bucked and twisted his hips.

"You colored thahahat ahalready asshole! Ihihi knohow you dihihid!" he protested through shrieky giggles. He tried to sit up to see the impromptu tattoo but collapsed back onto the lounger in a fit of laughter. Steve had ditched the marker and instead dove in with his hands, squeezing up and down his sides.

"I did, did I? Well, my apologies for being thorough," he teased, unable to help himself as he shot him a wink. "Let me just make sure it's finished drying," he said innocently. Eddie's heart beat against his ribcage as he saw Steve's head dip towards his belly. He gasped, falling into a deep stream of helpless chuckles and getting washed away down stream. Steve blew cool, gentle air over the inked skin, taking note of every single goosebump he left in his wake.

Eddie's chest bounced up and down as his laughter toned down to a simmer. Steve kept poking and drumming his fingers on his rainbow skin, "checking" to see if the marker was "dry." He flinched and barked out a laugh each time until Steve withdrew his hand. He sat at the foot of the plastic recliner, looking at him with a satisfied grin.

"My torture better have been worth it," he smirked, sitting up on his elbows. His eyes sparkled with mirth, cheeks still rosy and smile still firmly in place.

"It is. Why don't you come see for yourself?" Steve offered, holding out a hand for him to take. Eddie hesitated, eyeing the other man with an amused yet skeptical look.

"Alright. I've waited long enough, figure it's about time to see what you churned out," he taunted, grabbing Steve's hand to hoist himself up. He inspected himself, or as much as he could from this angle, and gave an approving nod. "Not bad, Harrington. But the true test is how it looks in a mirror."

"Uh, yes. Of course. The mirror test, everyone knows that," Steve tried to casually go along with it, but it was clear he wasn't sure what he was talking about. It was incredibly endearing. "Right this way."

He lead Eddie through the empty halls of his house quietly until they reached the master bathroom. Eddie walked up to his reflection, not saying a word. Steve's eyes kept flitting away before drifting back nervously.

Eddie studied himself in the mirror, hands roaming over his bare torso. "It's beautiful," he breathed out as if it were one word. And it really was. The guitar's shape was stylized even sharper than it really was, stretching over the expanse of his stomach. The instrument was pieced together with jagged shards of multicolored glass, all surrounded in an angelic yellow glow.

Steve's heart leapt into his throat. "Thank you."

"No, thank you. You made her look like. I don't know, like how I see her," Eddie said, avoiding meeting Steve's eyes in the reflection. He twirled a lock of hair in front of his face to hide his shy grin. "It really means a lot. Even if you did enjoy every second of my torment," he teased despite his own blush. Steve was left gawking as he floundered for a comeback.

"W-well, I- oh come it was hilarious. You would've done the exact same thing," he justified. Eddie's smile morphed into a more dangerous one, his eyebrows shooting up to the middle of his forehead.

"Pretty bold assumption. Not wrong though," he chuckled, shaking his head. He took a step away from the mirror, turning to face Steve.

His lips twitched in an anxious smirk as he took a step back. Eddie closed the distance, grabbing the draw string of his swim trunks to pull him closer.

Steve's whole body went tense as he leaned in to whisper,  "So... how 'bout I return the favor?"

#commission #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steveddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic #stranger things tickle fic #ticklish!eddie #ticklish!eddie munson #tattoo fic #i am also hopping on this bandwagon

[nhasablogg]

Soft

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve/Eddie

Summary: Steve realizes he’s gotten softer after he’s stopped playing sports. It’s not necessarily a problem until he starts overthinking it.

Warnings: Mentions of body issues.

Words: 1.2k

Once Steve finished high school and stopped playing sports, his body became softer. It didn’t bother him, really. In fact he barely noticed it, his days of admiring himself in the mirror overshadowed by monsters and the video store. And the difference wasn’t glaringly obvious to anyone, even to him, unless he paid attention.

He only started paying attention once he started sleeping with Eddie, and it was only because Eddie was obsessed with touching his belly.

“You’re so ticklish,” he would tease when the skin jumped beneath his hand, and Steve would whine because he was ticklish, dammit, and Eddie wasn’t making it easier for him to not be a giggly, squirmy mess every other night.

It was one of those nights, when Eddie was just beginning his daily torment of Steve’s sensitive spots, that Steve noticed how his stomach jiggled under his touch. “Wait,” he said, and Eddie must’ve heard a difference in his tone because he withdrew his hand immediately.

Steve poked his own midriff, the flesh softer than he’d ever really seen it before. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing, I just-” He knew it was no big deal, really. Knew he was mostly just losing muscles, knew there was nothing wrong with being chubby or fat anyway. But Steve wasn’t good with change, and Steve had never really thought of his body as anything other than something women (and apparently men) wanted. And in line of the standards he’d grown up with, women (and men? he was less sure) wanted muscles and fitness and confidence (at least that was what he’d been told), and Steve wondered if he could keep his confidence if he couldn’t keep his muscles.

He pulled his shirt down and Eddie didn’t pry, didn’t try to touch his belly again, but did open his arms to let Steve crawl into them.

As he buried his face in Eddie’s neck, one of his ticklish spots, he wondered why it mattered what other people thought when Eddie had only really seen and therefore loved this version of him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled into his skin, and Eddie, who had huffed out a laugh only seconds before as Steve was still adjusting against his throat, probably knew he wasn’t apologizing for the accidental tickle.

“Talk to me when you’re ready,” he said, fingertips ghosting over Steve’s spine, making him shiver. He wondered if his sides were getting softer too. If his thighs and arms had lost any definition.

“I’m having a stupid crisis over losing muscle.”

Eddie was silent for a moment before saying, “Losing muscle?”

“Or gaining weight, but I think losing muscle sounds more logical to have a crisis over.”

“Oh.” Eddie dragged out the word and his throat vibrated against Steve’s face. “I see. Okay.”

Steve whined as Eddie forced them to sit up again. “We don’t have to do this now.”

“Oh, yes, we do before you make this into a bigger thing without meaning to. Okay. Talk to me. You think you’ve gained weight?”

“Well, I’m softer-” He gestured to his body. “-everywhere. Which is fine, I get it, I don’t really do anything but shelve movies nowadays and occasionally run from monsters. It’s fine.”

“You don’t sound like you’re fine.” Eddie had said it so softly, head tilted, eyes looking at him as if it pained him to hear this.

Steve swallowed, suddenly on the verge of fucking tears. “I-” His voice broke off. God, this was embarrassing. “I’m fine not being Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, you know. I’m fine being seen as a loser who hangs out with kids and people who this town will consider misfits. Someone who will live and die in this town, having lost my status. I’m fine with it.”

“Steve.”

“But I think my body was the only thing I had left from when I was considered a god, that’s all. It’s stupid. It’s selfish. I don’t even want to go back to those days because I’m actually happy now, with you.” He looked away when he said the last part. Even though Eddie knew exactly how he felt about him Steve still found it difficult to be vulnerable like that. Which was also stupid.

“It’s not stupid,” Eddie said, reaching out to tap at his knee. “Lots has changed for you the past year. It’s always the smallest thing that makes you spiral, right?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“And change is scary, I get that.”

“Are you calling me a coward?”

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

Steve huffed. “I feel stupid.”

“Stop saying that.” Eddie went to poke at his belly before he caught himself, and Steve was faced with the uncomfortable revelation that he actually wanted the tickle.

One discovery at a time, please, universe.

“Sorry,” Eddie said, withdrawing his hand.

“It’s okay.” Steve could just say nothing about it. He was certain Eddie wouldn’t stop doing it after this anyway. “It’s okay,” he said again, looking down.

“For what it’s worth,” Eddie said, hand on his knee again. “I love that you’re soft.”

Steve hummed, unable to keep his blush at bay. “Stop.”

“What, you don’t want to hear how much I love your body?” Eddie scooted closer, lacing his arms around him. “How much I adore how well your sides curve in my hands? The sounds you make when I kiss down your chest and trail my fingers over your ribs. How ridiculously ticklish you are and how you never really try to get away.”

Ah. Steve was the last to make the discovery as usual then.

Eddie pulled him closer, lips against his cheek. “Do you want me to continue? Or-” He pulled back to smirk at him. “-do you want me to demonstrate?”

“You’re so mean for asking.”

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Demonstrate it is, then. See this?” Eddie curled his fingers over Steve’s tummy. “I love how soft it is. It feels so nice to tickle you here. To kiss you. I don’t know what it is, but you have some sort of limit. Once I pass it you don’t seem as ticklish, and I can kiss you as much as I want.”

Steve, in the midst of the burning blush on his face, realized he knew exactly what limit Eddie was talking about. What Eddie didn’t know was that it usually did tickle still, but Steve was too consumed with desire to care. Maybe he even liked that it still tickled a little. Maybe that was part of it.

“Stop,” Steve said, pushing his hand away.

“Why?”

“Tickles.”

“Mm, but you don’t mind that, do you?”

Jesus. Did this man notice everything?

Eddie ran a finger down the side of his stomach. “It’s a good thing,” he said. “Because I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t allowed to touch you there.”

“You got some kind of fetish or somethin’?”

Eddie burst into laughter. “Way to ruin a moment, Steve.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I get, uh-”

“Embarrassed? Yeah, I can tell.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Eddie poked him, just below that spot on his ribs that made him scream if it was tickled for long enough. “But just to finish off, I like every part of you, soft or firm, ticklish or not. Though most of you is ticklish, so I guess I don’t know about the latter.”

“You’re this close to getting banned from touching my stomach for the next week.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Yes, I would.”

“Liar.” Eddie grinned at him and Steve huffed, turning away because, no, he wouldn’t. Of course he wouldn’t.

#tickling #steddie #steddie fic #ticklish!steve harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things #n writes #soft

[tickle-bugs]

I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3

Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO

anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.

Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3

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Ahoy, Sailor

You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons. 

It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way. 

Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.

He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.

“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer. 

“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.

“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face. 

“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.

“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.

“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.

Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself. 

“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk. 

“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes. 

“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended. 

“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside. 

“By wearing…your clothes?”

“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”

“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense. 

“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well. 

“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head. 

God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill. 

Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh. 

“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches. 

“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks. 

“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.

Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying. 

“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him. 

“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!”  Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek. 

“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.

Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face. 

“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom. 

“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.

God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell. 

Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.

Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh. 

Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone. 

“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt. 

Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly. 

“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”

“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply. 

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one. 

Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him. 

“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.

Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve. 

It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.

The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters. 

“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why. 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does. 

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again. 

The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both. 

Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture. 

Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.

“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly. 

Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life. 

#my fics #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #ticklish!steve harrington #ticklish!eddie munson #me answering this ask and sweating: dont write an essay dont write an essay there's already a fic attached to this dont-- #anyways thank you anon ive been sitting on these kind words for a little bit and it really means a lot to me. <3 #kind anons carry this blog on their backs fr #also codependent besties stobin are everything to me. robin steals steves clothes and then he just starts giving them to her #also at the end robin definitely is saying that eddie laughs like a goblin and steves like yeah. he does <3 #continuation of the 'robin has a key to steve's house' saga

[writingwitharlo]

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

[tkpuke]

Sweet Tattoo

Pairing: Steve/Eddie

Summary: In which Steve notices whenever Eddie gets bored, he doodles. Steve gave his own art skills a try, but it lead to something else.

Word count: 974

“Reminding you this is the last doodle, alright?” Steve said while watching how focused Eddie’s gaze is on his arm, tongue poking out here and there from concentration. He colored in a certain spot, applying a bit of pressure on the skin to make sure the black pen ink doesn’t give up halfway. Then, Eddie snapped the cap back on before giving Steve a prideful smile.

“Thoughts on this new masterpiece?” Steve raised his arm up for a closer view of the demobats scattered around his entire forearm, almost an exact copy of Eddie’s own bat tattoo just near his elbow. Great detail, no tiny mistakes, and definitely badass. “It’s really cool, although I hope me saying that doesn’t get you to convince me to start another new doodle on my body like you’ve been doing for the past ten minutes.” Steve slightly lifts up his shirt to show Eddie all the pen drawings covering his entire stomach, in hopes the man gets the hint maybe Steve had enough of being Eddie’s personal canvas.

Don’t get him wrong, Steve loves Eddie’s small artistic side whenever he’s bored. The itch to doodle is strong for the metal-head, the rim of his converse covered in small drawings. Anything he can get his hands on, it’ll be covered in colorful ink soon. Steve, as you might’ve guessed, has fallen victim to this itch.

Steve didn’t mind at first, but he didn’t expect to be covered head to toe in Eddie’s artwork. He was more thinking maybe a cute smiley face on his palm, or stars around his knuckles. Y’know, something Nancy use to do when they were together.

“Oh please, you love these sweet tats drawn by me.” Eddie gave Steve’s bare side a quick squeeze, making him yelp before rolling down his shirt to prevent anymore attacks. Steve eyed the pen being set down on the bedside table, grabbing it as his eyes lit up from an idea popping in his head.

“Let me draw on you.” Steve said simply, catching Eddie a bit off-guard. He turns to Steve, pointing at his own chest. “Draw on me?” He repeats Steve’s sentence, a amusing grin forming. If there’s anything you’d like to know about Eddie, is that his love language is physical touch. Turning down such an offer, especially from Steve, is something Eddie can’t fathom.

“C’mon, let me have a turn. Lay down.” Steve’s tone almost sounded a bit demanding, patting down space next to him for Eddie to get all comfortable. Eddie breathed out a chuckle, putting a pillow under his head. “Oh? Yes sir.” He could not help but tease, earning an eye roll from Steve. A wave of cold air hits Eddie’s stomach, feeling the tip of the pen starting around his side.

Seconds go by in silence, Steve not kidding around by being determined this doodle comes out looking like the definition of perfection. Although Eddie began to have his doubts. “No hard feelings, but this doodle better not eat shit.”

“It won’t if you stay still.” Steve argued back, having to wait out the squirms Eddie does every few minutes. Eddie opened his mouth to give the twitching an excuse, but instead a giggly yelp poured out. Apparently, Steve circled the pen in a rather sensitive spot. This stopped the two in their tracks, making immediate direct eye contact. Steve smirking, Eddie growing nervous.

“Ticklish?” Steve asked innocently, but the mischievous growing smirk told a different story.

“No.” Eddie got on his elbows, ready to spring on his feet. The plan didn’t get really far, unfortunately, because Steve tossed the pen aside to scratch Eddie’s sides with his blunt nails. Eddie straight out cackled hysterically, letting it be heard from miles away. Steve was almost tempted to shush him, but it would be hard when your apparent worst spot is being exploited to it’s fullest.

Eddie thrashed violently, being close to accidentally knocking the wind out of Steve from the squirm of his legs. No worries, Steve helped out with that by sitting on top of his thighs, now easier to worm his hands everywhere on his torso.

“Stohop! You’re kihihilling ME!” His protest ended in a shrill squeal when he felt a firm dug in his ankles, but only because Steve was near being bucked off. This newfound discovery on accident did not get unnoticed, sadly for Eddie. “Don’t tell me your ankles are ticklish.”

Eddie quickly got ahold of Steve’s wrists, looking him dead in the eye. “Go for them and the second I’m let up, I’m gonna tickle the absolute hell out of you until I’m satisfied, pretty boy.” A threat. A playful one that meant zero harm but to only scare. Something that didn’t make Steve rethink his choices in the slightest.

“Too bad I won’t let you have enough energy for payback.” Steve unwrapped his grip on Eddie’s ankles, digging straight in his underarms as a form of surprise. He snapped his arms down in swift speed, spilling out giggly curses toward Steve that went through one ear and out the other.

“Sohomewhere else goddamnit!” Eddie wheezed out. Steve stopped, but wiggled his hands around to hint that his hands are stuck. Eddie hesitantly lifted up his arms, and in a second hands latched around his ankles. Scratching like there’s no tomorrow.

“FUHUCK! HOLY SHIHIT!” Were the last words before his laughs turned silent, cheeks tinted red. Taking this as a cue to have the fun come to an end, Steve rolled beside Eddie while removing loose curls away from his face from all the thrashing. “You told me to go somewhere else.”

“I fucking hahate you.” Eddie breathlessly giggled, greedily sucking air. A middle finger aimed towards Steve, but he takes the hand to plant tiny kisses around his knuckles and rings.

“You love me.”

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On Edge Pt. 2

This is a tickle fic. Don’t read if that’s not your thing. 

Reader does have to go get their ankle checked out after the fall they took in Part 1. 

“You ready to go?” Steve was standing in the doorway, swinging the keys around his fingers. 

You finished tying your shoe, which fit uncomfortably around the ace bandage on your ankle. It’d seemed like the ankle had healed after your fall down the stairs. However, now that it’d been a month the pain had started up again, and you could tell you were fighting to keep from rolling it again. 

You’d planned to just give it more time, but Robin was adamant that you let Steve take you to get it checked out. One thing led to another, and they’d sent you to Physical Therapy. 

Something you’d be more than happy to drive yourself to and from. 

“Steve, for the last time, I’m perfectly capable of driving myself there.” You stood up, gesturing towards your wrapped ankle. “I think the whole thing is pretty pointless anyways. Gait and strength training. As if I don’t know how to walk.”

“Do you?” Steve laughed. “Know how to walk, that is? Because I’ve seen enough to argue otherwise.”

“Okay, rude,” you scoffed, barely suppressing a laugh. “Just for that, I get to choose the music in your car.”

“Oh, so I am taking you?”

“I’m blessing you with the privilege of chauffeuring me.”

“Oh, thank you most gracious Y/N.” He mockingly bowed. “Now come on. We’ll be late, and it’s your first appointment.”

By the time Steve parked the car, you were thinking of all the ways this could go wrong and you could embarrass yourself. Seriously, what kind of 20-year-old can’t walk without injuring themself? These people would think you were stupid or something.

“Hey.”

A sudden squeeze on the top of your knee had you jolting back to the present with a choked laugh. 

“STEHEVE,” you scolded, slapping his hand away. 

“I know that look. You’re in your head again.” Steve raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged. He wasn’t wrong. 

“Let’s just get it over with,” you sighed, getting out of the car and walking inside, Steve trailing behind. 

The receptionist had you fill out a few pages worth of paperwork, and let you know that the Physical Therapist would be out to see you shortly. 

You tried hard not to overthink again, but you were still anxious. 

“This knee is really a problem for you today, huh?” Steve joked, pushing down on your knee gently, as you’d been bouncing it up and down rapidly as you waited. 

“Maybe you just put me on edge.”

“Ah, the old ‘on edge’ excuse again. We all know what that really means.”

“That is not what I --”

You were interrupted by the Physical Therapist, who called your name and introduced herself as Sam. 

“You can bring your boyfriend back into the working area with us,” Sam offered to Steve, causing you to chuckle. 

“He’s not --”

“I’ll come back if that’s not any trouble,” Steve smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“No trouble at all!” Sam smiled, turning to lead the way. You took that opportunity to shove him away from you, causing Steve to laugh. 

You sat down on a cushioned bench, and Sam had you remove your shoe and bandage so she could see the full range of motion in your ankle. 

“Any pain?”

“None in my ankle right now.”

“How about now?” Same pushed against the bottom of your foot towards you, stretching the muscle in your lower calf.

“Ooh,” you breathed. “There’s definitely some stiffness there.”

“So the issue here isn’t really your ankle, as much as it’s your calf. When you walk, do you feel like you’re actively keeping yourself from rolling out?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Here, I’m gonna have you walk to that end of the room, and then walk back towards me.”

You did as Sam asked, and when you reached her again, she bent down to look at your ankle.

Steve quietly applauded you from behind her and mouthed the words “You can walk!”

You discreetly made a rude gesture at him, and he smothered a laugh from behind his hand.

Caught up in your exchange with Steve, you almost didn’t hear what Sam asked you next.

“Are you ticklish?”

You were briefly at a loss for words, before shaking your head.

“Nah,” you choked out, trying not to flinch as she felt the arch of your foot.

“Liar,” Steve called over to the both of you, causing Sam to laugh this time as you glared.

“Well, regardless, you aren’t flat footed, so it should just be a matter of strengthening that lower calf muscle.”

The rest of the appointment went smoothly and quickly, ending with your exercise homework for the week.

Afterwards, Steve and you were meeting with Eddie and Robin and Nancy at the Wheelers’ for a movie night in the basement.

“Well if it isn’t the maimed themself,” Eddie crooned from his spot on the armchair, his legs draped over the side.

“How’d it go?” Robin asked.

You shrugged. “Pretty good. I got homework.”

“Just when you think you’re done with school for the summer,” Nancy joked, passing you a soda as you took a seat in the floor, back propped against the couch so you were in front of Robin.

“What’s the movie of choice?” Steve asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of Eddie’s bowl.

“It’s a horror film about ghosts,” Robin responded, beginning to thread her fingers through your hair, something she knew very well made you melt.

“Well that would’ve been helpful earlier.”

You looked up at Steve, who was staring at you where you’d leaned into Robin’s touch.

“Whaddya mean?” You asked.

“Well, I tried tickling you to make you chill out, and that didn’t really work. But all Robin’s gotta do is play with your hair and you practically fall asleep.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Children, children,” Nancy interrupted. “Can we quit the fighting and get along?”

“But Y/N is blatantly lying!” Steve protested. “And it’s not the first time today!”

“What was the first time?” Eddie asked, genuinely curious.

“They said they weren’t to cklish.”

“Well we all know that’s not true,” Robin laughed, fluttering her fingers against your neck.

“Hehehehey! I was just trying to let the physical therapist do her job.” You scooched forward, away from Robin’s hands.

“But what is it El always says?” Steve said with a mischievous look. “Friends don’t lie.”

“It wasn’t a friend, it was a stranger!”

“Well, as long as we’re all in agreement that Y/N is quite possibly the most ticklish in our group.” Eddie stated nonchalantly, getting a chorus of agreement from the others.

“I am not!” You protested, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Wow. That makes the third lie today. You’re just asking for it aren’t ya?”

Robin was the first to pounce after she spoke, sliding down in the floor behind you to wrap you in a hug, your arms trapped in hers.

“WahahaHAHAHAIT!” You cried out as she began to blow against your neck, making you flinch.

“Are you gonna tell the truth?” Robin asked between breaths.

“Thahaht youhou all are jeheherks?”

“Alright that’s it,” Steve sighed, cracking his knuckles before kneeling beside you to squeeze at your knees.

“NAHAHA FAHAHAIR!”

“Come on, Pinocchio! Tell the truth!” Steve teased.

His pinching at your knees made you kick out and throw your head back. The ticklish shockwaves were overwhelming I’m comparison to Robin’s technique.

Eddie imitated a buzzer noise. “Time’s up! You get another tickle penalty.”

“NONONONO,” you called out, watching as he settled himself on your hips. You knew exactly where this was going.

You also knew exactly how to make it stop. Not that you wanted to.

Eddie slowly rolled up your shirt at the hem, resting it at your ribs. Then, slowly but surely he lowered his hands in two claws toward your stomach, making you thrash all the more.

And then his hands were vibrating into your stomach, and skittering across the skin like spiders, causing equal mix of cackles and giggles.

“Final chance, Y/N.” Nancy stood where she was earlier, arms crossed.

“SCREHEHEHEW YOU ALL!”

“Ooo wrong answer. You just earned the ultimate tickle penalty.” Nancy kneeled beside you, mouthing something to the guys you couldn’t see.

“You got her still, Robin?”

“Yeah, I got her. Go for it.”

Steve moved positions to kneel on your other side, and it suddenly dawned on you what they were about to do.

“Ohohokay ohohokay, mahahahaybe I am the most tihihicklish,” you admitted, closing your eyes as you felt the blush on your face grow.

“Oh we know,” Steve grinned.

“That’s what makes this so fun,” Eddie added.

Suddenly there were 6 hands sending you into ticklish bliss, drilling into your ribs, skittering over your lower stomach, vibrating into your middle.

You. Were. Dying.

You descended into silent laughter quickly, and they let up slowly.

“Youhouhou guys are the worst.” You felt the smile on your face saying otherwise, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Not yet,” Nancy smirked, before lowering her head quickly to blow a raspberry on your stomach.

“I GIHIHIVE!” You screeched, and the next second Nancy was smoothing your shirt back down as Robin rested your head in her lap, resuming paying with your hair.

“Aww poor Pinocchio is tired.” Eddie rolled off of you.

“Please don’t start calling me that,” you giggled.

“Well, it’s either that or Giggles.”

You groaned, leaning back sleepily with an amused smile.

Pinocchio would be lucky to have friends like these.

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