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The relationship between Acespec peeps and liking tickling needs to be studied (it's awesome)

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Ren Faire (Eddie/Steve)

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

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

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

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

“Screw historical accuracy,” she’d said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you want me to have a plan?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” he says.

“What’s fine?” Eddie asks.

“Just fucking tickle me, you dick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#was totally expecting for eddie or steve to get dragged into the demonstration #this is so cute #love teasy eddie #do not have steve's strength i would not be able to withstand him

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miniature update: they are ticklish

took us both by surprise but it looks like they have a ticklish tummy - have not had much chance to test how much or anything yet

told them i feel like finding out was kinda owed to me since their area of attack is much larger on me so having just the one spot at least balances it out again (got teased regardless)

they were also tracing over my neck and when i flinched a bit they kinda hovered over the area and asked 'you're ticklish here?' and proceeded do the exact same thing while i was just trying to get through

also i've learned that my back/back of my ribs and shoulder blades are more ticklish than previously known

so i might have mentioned to my romantic interest that i think tickles are nice (in my about to sleep, non-filtered haze) and it kinda went amazing??

#tickling #irl tickles #tickle confession

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ouhh big scary monstur

#👀👀👀 #ticklish!eddie munson

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Heartstopper s 2 spoilers! ⚠️ (tk community)

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THIS IS SO CUTE OMFG 😭

(I think abt this all day)

#just the incoherent sounds charlie makes #also this scene was improvised apparently so 10/10

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I know sometimes it makes folks nervous, so…

I promise we love and appreciate you and your enthusiasm and it’s not weird or creepy at all 😭😭😭💕💕💕

#accurate

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so tiniest update: went over for their place for some cuddles

their hands were cold so they were just tracing over my back bc it was warm but bc i was laying more on my side, their fingers were mostly on my ribs which tickled like shit

said something that got me a single poke to the ribs but bc i wasn't expecting it i had like a full body reaction (which really surprised them)

also later got some of the best nexk scratches of my life and bc i was being a little twitchy they were gonna stop but i told them not to bc it felt nice and they kept going for like another hour

i think once they realised i was enjoying it, they asked me 'fingers or nails?' and i didn't know how to answer that but i told them 'nails tickle more than finger' (not me actually using the t-word?!!)

after the neck scratches they went back to my back and i was being twitchy again so they just went 'where are you ticklish? tell me so i can avoid' and i just told them good luck, and they just asked if i was ticklish everywhere

also told them it kinda depended how light they went

but yea that was... something

they told me later how excited they were about the amount of laughs and giggles they got out of me that day so i really can't complain

so i might have mentioned to my romantic interest that i think tickles are nice (in my about to sleep, non-filtered haze) and it kinda went amazing??

#irl tickles #tickle confession

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THERES A TICKLE SCENE IN EPISODE 1 OF HEARTSTOPPER S2

there's also a tiny one in episode 3 (in the woods) and one in episode 6 (after the party) 🫡🫡🫡

#am dead #so much tickling #heartstopper tickling

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bc i haven't seen anyone talk about it here: this is my absolute highest hope for a tickle scene if we are to be blessed with one

via the Netflix Twitter account (there's no audio in the video)

#sneaky reblog

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so update: nothing happened (which is fine)

i did watch them play a video game (beacon pines) where you collect different pins by exploring and when running through some dandelions they got one called 'tickle'

later you have to use these different pins to fill in blank and rewrite the story to get different outcomes and of course at one point a character gets tickled when you use the tickle pin

they didn't say anything but i was just watching on high alert

so i might have mentioned to my romantic interest that i think tickles are nice (in my about to sleep, non-filtered haze) and it kinda went amazing??

#i think bc we had been running around all day too #i was super sleepy #but they were in such a giggly and silly moody it was adorable #wish i had been able to tickle them but yeah #they're still cute tho so i don't mind

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@hereforthefluff: ayo??? tell us more!! (if u wanna, ofc)

ask and you shall receive - may i present you an excerpt of our text conversation

gotta give a little context before we begin: i somehow bruised my hip and i was pointing out how it still hurts and i started mentioning having 'comfort bones' (bc i trace my skin to self soothe) and they got intrigued

it's not even the number one comfort bone

elaborate please

i think ribs is number one for comfort bone(s) then hips then knees

how how do you know what makes them comfort

(i talked about why i even feel the need to self soothe to begin with and having anxiety and being touch starved) their reply: just me going straight for the ribs next time (aka flustering af) also them like 5 minutes later: watch out for your ribs and knees next time then

(should probably clarify that they did not intend to tickle me at this point bc i only mentioned having a ticklish neck exactly once to them, they were more referring to comforting me with touches and playful punches, but i was seriously flustered at this point)

(me): if you just see me legging it or curling into a ball, don't worry it's not you

aw like a baby no don't worry i'm a respectable citizen won't go for the secret spots unannounced (their fucking choice of words here)

good bc you might just get an elbow to the face

i won't no worries

i don't know if i trust you you're too tuned into giggles, it might be my downfall (they are very much aware of people's laughs and giggles and find them endearing)

what downfall despite popular belief i am able to keep my hands to myself, especially if it's weak spots (was dying in this exact moment)

my ticklish downfall

ohhhhhhh ohhhh ohhh you're ticklish yeah no worries about that am not a fan of tickling people (i know what you're thinking but just keep going)

i mean i don't mind it it's nice or like it can be nice with the right person

i think ur the first person to ever say that

in the world?

yes

i doubt that

whole universe

i know i'm not

hm good to know then i do enjoy the giggles i'm not ticklish myself so i can't offer revenge for you

see? tickles = free giggles

that's you giving me too much power

i trust you

(briefly talked about how they are not ticklish and that i kinda figured bc my fingers have been in their armpit without them flinching so)

(them): why would you tell me that's silly i'm gonna abuse that knowledge

sure you will you missed the bit where i said 'i don't mind it, it's nice'?

hm didn't connect the dots i think

it's fair, i don't blame you, it's not the obvious dots to connect

(and here is where we struck actual gold, people)

do you just wanna get tickled is this just a big setup to get me to tickle you

what is i said it was, huh? what then?

then i'll get those free giggles asap your wish is my command

(me send of gif of eddie munson just falling)

aw honey you just gotta ask i do not get subtle hints i'm dumb as shit

kinda a weird request to make, also bc i know not every is comfortable with it so like i'd rather not risk it and take what i can get

i don't think it's weird, i'm getting giggles out of it

yes i can tell i might eat my own words with this one

oh you'll be just fine, i'll stop when you say stop eventually (dead once more) am good goose here for your entertainment only

they are honestly the sweetest, nicest person and the fact that they took it so calmly just melts my heart i'm absolutely terrified of seeing them again on saturday also bc i'll be spending the night and will absolutely need to keep my chill

so i might have mentioned to my romantic interest that i think tickles are nice (in my about to sleep, non-filtered haze) and it kinda went amazing??

#that's it basically #continued the next 2 hours with a heart-to-heart bc we're both incredibly insecure and are both doing the whole 'interested in another pers #irl tickles #tickle confession #irl tickle confession

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so i might have mentioned to my romantic interest that i think tickles are nice (in my about to sleep, non-filtered haze) and it kinda went amazing??

#irl tickles #tickle confession

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no bc there’s no way that scene isn’t a tickle scene i’m actually freaking out if it is i’ll die if it isn’t i’ll also die AHHHHHHH

if we don't get these two all over each other, i don't want it

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bc i haven't seen anyone talk about it here: this is my absolute highest hope for a tickle scene if we are to be blessed with one

via the Netflix Twitter account (there's no audio in the video)

#heartstopper #heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper tickles #tickling

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AHHH KIT TICKLING TOBIE AHHH