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warrenwrites · 2 years

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Distracting Hands

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

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

Part 2

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

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

>One Month in<

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

>Three Months in<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It better not!”

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

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

>6 months in<

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

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

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

>Back to Present<

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddieeee?”

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

“Are you-?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meet at your place after school?”

“You got it, Sweetheart.”

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

“Hmm?”

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

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

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

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

AT HIS PLACE?

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

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

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

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#eddie munson #eddie munson tickle #ler!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #lee!eddie #lee!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #ticklish!eddie munson #ticklish!eddie #ticklish!reader

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tickles-in-ficland · 2 years

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Did anyone expect Eddie to tickle Dustin in the scene where they were making weapons and the two of them start rough housing and he tells him to never change? No? Just me? Okay. 👉🏻👈🏻

#stranger things #stranger things tickle #edddie munson #eddie munson tickle #tickle fluff #tickle fic #eddie x dustin

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thornsnvultures · 5 months

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I don't want a weighted blanket. I want Eddie to lay on top of me and crush me into the mattress.

#His dick twitching against my ass cause he can't touch me for more than five seconds without popping a stiffy #His face in the crook of my neck pressing tickling kisses there that make me squirm and only make his problem worse #eddie munson #pls 🙏

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tiklart · 2 years

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Drops This disappears again 🌚

#this Kids have my heart and soul #my one purpose in life #tickle #tickle art #tickle fanart #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #steddie #stranger things fanart #fanart #stranger things tickle #steve x eddie #steveddie #tiklart

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nhasablogg · 11 months

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Not so chill

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve/Eddie

@holesinmylungs said: What if Eddie was laying on Steve back to chest and they’re smoking a joint that goes out, so Steve reaches into Eddie’s pocket for the lighter and Eddie freaks?

@allytheally said: Imagine Eddie as the lee, Steve as the ler who’s wrecking his stomach and Eddie flips over… only for Steve to wreck his back and it’s just as bad (extra points if Eddie has to admit that he likes it)

Warning: drug use

Words: 600

Eddie did his very best to act cool about it all, but internally he was freaking out every single time Steve touched him. Therefore, Steve’s hand in his hair, Steve’s chest acting as Eddie’s pillow as they were resting on the bed with Steve leaning against propped up actual pillows, was a situation that Eddie was one hundred percent not chill about, but he did his best.

Frankly, maybe smoking wasn’t the best thing to add to this, but he was smoking nevertheless, passing the blunt back and forth and filling the room as they’d forgotten to crack open a window. Eddie felt too lazy to get up now, and if Steve was to get up Eddie had to get up, so they stayed put, Eddie sitting between his legs and swaying his knees back and forth until Steve grabbed his wrist. “It went out. Where’s your lighter?”

Instead of waiting for an answer Steve wormed his way under Eddie’s hand and into his jeans pocket. “Steve-” Eddie cut himself off with a laugh, his whole body jerking as he desperately tried to reach for Steve’s hand. “Get out of thehehehere-”

“What-” Eddie couldn’t see him, but he could imagine Steve grinned as realization hit him. “Oh my god, you’re ticklish.”

“I’m not-”

“On your hips.”

“Steve.”

“This is great. Where else are you ticklish?” He dropped the unlit joint on Eddie’s bedside table and used his other hand to prod over Eddie’s abdomen, and while Eddie technically wasn’t trapped he’d never felt less capable of escaping.

“Oh, come on,” he whined, trying to grab Steve’s wrists, feeling panic rise as Steve’s other hand remained in his pocket, gently curling his fingers inside of it. “Please, stop, I can’t, oh my god-” He tried to twist away, but Steve’s knees were in the way. “Steheheve!”

“Yes? Tickle your ribs? Why, if you insist!”

Eddie felt overwhelmed. Not only to be this close to him, to have his touch give way to such a visceral reaction, but to also be tickled properly for the first time in years. He didn’t know what to do with himself, and when he managed to finally flip over he wasn’t necessarily mad about the fact that Steve simply dove back in by wiggling his fingers up his back.

“Oh my god,” he said as Eddie giggled. “Your back too? Eddie, you’re killing me here.”

Eddie buried his face into Steve’s chest. “I’m killing you?”

Steve stilled his fingers with a laugh. “All right, I’ll spare you.”

Eddie groaned. “No.”

“No?”

Eddie didn’t reply, realizing too late that he’d said it aloud.

“Eds?” A poke to his shoulder blade. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Hmm.”

“Use your words now.”

Eddie, shielded by the fact that he didn’t have to look at him, said, “Yes.”

And so Steve continued, fingers on the small of his back and the curve of his side and the back of his hips. Eddie was squirming, not sure where to even go as he laughed into Steve’s shirt. “Shitshitshitshit-”

“You like that?”

The lilt in Steve’s voice was so cruel. Eddie felt he would die of embarrassment. When he whined through his giggles he felt one of Steve’s hands trail over his back, stopping at the nape of his neck and gently petting his hair, as if comforting him. As if Eddie hadn’t practically asked for this.

He could blame it on being high, or on Steve’s regular effect on him, but Eddie couldn’t deny it even to himself that he loved this. And knowing Steve he would never forget it.

#tickling #ticklish!eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #stranger things fic #stranger things #n writes #not so chill

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august-anon · 1 year

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Steddie + 💖 for the ask meme?

💖 -Giggle

Well, Stevie?

[ao3 link]

Word Count: 649 words

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, Stevie?”

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

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

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

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

“We get it, Robin!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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steddilly · 2 years

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There’s something very sexy about Italian Steve Harrington that just tickles my brain. Maybe his mom was also part Italian, maybe his nonna moved to America to give her children a better life, and she played a big part of Steve’s childhood before Harrington Sr. got tired of her and forbade her from continuing to see Steve so she moved back to Italy.

Imagine the kids/Robin/Eddie finding out Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is fluent in Italian thanks to his mom and nonna, maybe something happens and he swears in Italian, or they catch it while he’s muttering to himself one day. Cue Robin learning Italian so he has someone to talk to and it makes him so happy that his platonic soulmate would go through the effort just for him.

Bonus points - Eddie actually short circuits, he never thought he would find a language so appealing before.

#italian steve harrington #it tickles something in my brain #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #I'm not the first and I won't be the last #robin buckley #robin learns italian so steve has someone to talk with #platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #robin and steve are each other’s platonic ride or die #eddie gets a little jealous

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 2 years

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Unconventional Ice Breakers and Equally Unconventional Comfort Methods

Eddie Munson x Introvert!ND!Reader

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

Words: 7883 (oops- jesusfuck- 💀)

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

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

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

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

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

~WELCOME HOME!~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"IhIhI'm just teasing you~"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He knows my uncle?"

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

"IhI will, love you all, bye!"

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

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

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

"Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N-"

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

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

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

"Y/N-"

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

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

"E-Eddie...?"

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

"What...?"

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

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

"Yes, you are-"

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

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

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

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

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

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

"Are you sure, Y/N?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ticklish~?"

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

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

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

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

"E-Eddie..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-Whahat!?"

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

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

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

"E-Eddie...?"

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

"EDDIE! You don't play fair!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NohoHOHOOOOAHAHAAAAA! *hic* STAHAAAAP!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W-Whahahat!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whahahat ahabout hihim?"

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

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

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

"Eddie..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eddie..."

"Hm?"

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

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

"R-Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love you all!

~ Ushu 🤍

#eddie munson x reader #nd!reader #autistic!reader #adhd!reader #ler!eddie munson #ler!eddie #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #sfw tickle fic #eddie munson fluff #I really can't stop writing angst to fluff-#wow 💀#neurodivergent tickle fic

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mimixmunson · 3 days

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okay i’m rlly sorry it’s not a prompt but i would love to hear more of your general thoughts on knismo!eddie <3 bc yeah it’s canon basically

oh babie i can talk about this all day!!

Knismo!Eddie my beloved<3

I did these as headcanons I hope that’s okie!

He’s a switch imo, at least that’s how I see him!! I don’t think he leans either way, a solid 50/50 switch.

He’s a fucking terrifying (in a good way obviously!!) ler. I can imagine this mf and his verbal teasing but in his DM voice? Or using dnd as a game in order to tickle you. Like “here roll the D20 and if its an odd number you get tickled, if its an even number I get to tickle you” and you’re so flustered you don’t even realise it’s lose/lose choice for you.

He’s definitely ticklish. I think his worst spots (like most people think) would be his hips. I mean look at that man’s waist. Also his tummy? He’s such a “I’m a grown man look at me I’m tattooed and I smoke drugs and drink I’m not ticklish” mf. But yet when Steve blows a raspberry on his tummy he becomes mush and doesn’t even push him off him (when he definitely can.)

He’s a kicker!! Flails around and screeches!!

100% includes the tickle monster in his dnd campaign, and if you get killed? You’re getting tickled in real life too.

He can only say the word tickle if he’s in a ler mood, if he’s in a lee mood? Absolutely no chance. He’d sooner throw away his guitar.

Certified neck biter™️

Uses his hair to tickle people, like holding a few strands in his fingers and swiping them across their necks/under their chins.

His fingers are fast and calloused bc he plays guitar.

“Stay still let me practice this song!!” As he pretends you’re his guitar.

Bite bite bites you

Loves hates when people sneak up behind him and squeeze his sides and he squeals when it happens.

“Sure I’ll stop tickling you, but you gotta say I’m a rock god.”

If he knows one of his friends is ticklish, he’ll tell them and show them how their friend reacts, just to add a little chaos.

Giggly little baby!!

Will slide his feet into someone’s lap when they’re watching a movie and act like he isn’t begging to be tickled. Be nice to him that boy is touch starved.

His brain will short circuit if he’s asked if he’s ticklish, he has no idea to respond. People don’t expect him to be ticklish bc he’s “scary looking” (obviously he’s not. He’s just a baby!!!)

Sometimes when he’s a tickling someone a little roughly, you can feel his rings and those things are cold.

He’s so easily flustered, especially if he hears the word tickle in public and he’s not expecting it. His ears burn when he hears it.

Blushing!! When!! He’s!! Pinned!! Down!!

Rips holes in his shirts in hopes that someone will wiggle a finger inside them!

Stretches so obnoxiously in hope someone tickles him.

Wayne used to play fight with him when he was a kid, purely bc he needed to tire that adhd ridden boy out before he sent him to bed. He used to tickle him a lot to wear him out!!

When he’s been wrecked™️ he smiles for hours afterwards, until his cheeks ache.

Thank you SO much for this ask!! As a knismo myself, my brain melted a little bit reading this ask and writing these!! Mwah. Have a great day, love ya <3

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mimimunson · 3 months

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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.

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warrenwrites · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Lee Headcanons

My god this boy has me in a chokehold. Didn’t mean to put so much of his relationship with his uncle but once I started I couldn’t stop

Not proof read, i’m dyslexic i’m so sorry

Ler Headcanons Here

ALSO LOOK AT THE GAP IN HIS SHIRT I WANNA SLIDE MY HANDS UP HIS SHIRT AND GRAB HIS WAIST

Growing up, Eddie had experience being tickled from his late childhood to teen years all the way up to his graduation. He never grew out of being a shithead so he never got away with not being tickled:

Being the show off, hyperactive teenager that he was, his uncle would use it as a way to tame the spitfire. Uncle Wayne would nearly clothes line him and pull him into his chest when he was running ramped in the home. Eddie would already have been laughing at this point but would increase in panic/volume as he’d fold when Wayne would start digging his hands into his sides.

Wayne would affectionately put his hand on the back of Eddie’s neck to jostle him a little while talking to him or introducing him as “His boy, Eddie”. Eddie would tense, scrunch up his shoulders and do his very best not to laugh in front of the stranger, acting like he was just embarrassed. He’d blush like hell if Wayne did this around you either introducing you in early childhood or more recently

Uncle Wayne is no stranger to grabbing at his sides to make him give up space of the couch, to which Eddie would flinch so hard he’d nearly stand up before retreating to his side of the lounge.

Or alternatively, latching onto his ankles to pull him out of bed for school. Eddie would kick and laugh regardless of his Uncle’s intention because if anyone was gonna tickle him at that point, It was his uncle.

Although it doesn’t happen an insane amount anymore he will still flinch if Wayne threatens him with an “attitude adjustment”’ or asks if he needs to “Calm down for a minute”, as it was always the go to to refocus young Eddie’s attention.

If Eddie is super hyped up he’ll do a little jump/side step/Almost boxing move like he was about to lunge and/or run away.

“Now don’t get smart with me” Always got him. It’s very clear he got his teasing/friendliness from his uncle

Despite all his Uncles torment, Eddie never assumes someone will try it so he’s very easy to surprise.

After a while he starts catching on but again, never assumes that someone's intention is to be affectionately physical with him. So he doesn’t flinch at first but will narrow his eyes, trying to gage your next move. “What are you planning?” While lowkey hoping it’s what he’s thinking.

Cannot handle being pinned down!!! He loves it so much but if you get him into a position where your hands are on his tickle spots and he cant evade them or twitch around? His laughter quickly turns into “NO! NONONONONONONO BABY BABY PLEASE! NONONO BABYBABYBABYHEEEHEHEHEEH”

Covers his face with both hands prompting a “Baaaaad move, Munson”

Will drop his chin to his chest, giggling if you fluff his hair and accidentally get his ears with your fingertips.

Won’t deny his ticklishness verbally but will absolutely scoff and act like it’s the most ridiculous thing if you ask him. “ME? You’ve lost it, gorgeous.”

His uncle was always quick to start and quick to stop so when you introduce him to ghost tickles/anticipation he’s completely baffled at his new kryptonite.

The first time it’s all “What’s wrong, Eds? I’m not touching you anymore. Why are you still laughing?” “BECAUSE IT STILL TICKLES!” After the first time it’s usually “Yohou knohohow whahat yohohou’re dohohohing yohohou WIHIHITCH!”

Will smirk with his bottom lip inbetween his tongue and teeth just happy cringing and barely laughing until you put the smallest amount of effort in and then he jolts and FOLDS

Has very particular red zones that often baffle you. “Eheddie common, how is it that bad?” “Hohohowahaha dohohoho yohohou ahalwahahays fihihihihnd theheheehem?”

Pouts and crosses his arms to fend off the feeling is you just scribble at his sides and walk away.

I can vividly picture the panicked “Don’t you dare!”

Nerd will read Lord of the Rings to you while you cuddle into his chest, doing little tickles to his torso. He tries to read but can’t stop giggling his ass off and asks “Dohoho yohohou wahahant mehe toho kehehep reheheading ohor nohohot?” “You’re doing just fine 😊xx”

Internally panics at the tease “you’re far too ticklish to be this cocky”.

Steve once asked “Man, does this guy have an off switch?” and Eddie refused to make eye contact with you, fully well knowing you were looking at him.

If you wrap your arms around him from behind, he is T E N S E

Will talk and talk while staring at your hands. Sometimes he’ll just start giggling and jumping. “Yohohou’re dohohoing ihiht on PURPOSE!”

Takes tickling very seriously and as a challenge. One day when he’s laying on his stomach, arms wrapped around the pillow under his face you start scribbling into his ribs. “Ihihi’m NOHOHOT brihihihing my AHARMS DOWN!” (Cause he’s far too tough) “Works for me but yes. Yes you will.”

You ask him how long one of his tattoos took and he tells you “about 5 hours.” “So you can withstand a needle for 5hrs but not tickling for 5 minutes?”

He gets a new tattoo on his torso/ribs and when you ask how long before you can touch it he replies with “Never. YOU can never touch it.”

As long as he can laugh/kick/squirm or straight up run and move around, he can take it pretty well and laugh along without moving your hands away. It’s when you pin him that he calls mercy.

OR the first time you get a new spot, it’s all panic until he can get attuned to it, which there's only one method to do so.

S L U T T Y W A I S T

Doesn’t really know where his super bad spots are/where makes him laugh vs giggle and how bad light vs hard tickles affect him. He’d be genuinely curious but is very embarrassed and has a hard time receiving affection so he often provokes you into doing it.

On the same note, he CANNOT ask for it, if you tell him to admit he likes it or hit him with the old “what? you gotta tell me what you want” he’d groan so loud and put his head to the nearest pillow/wall or just into your chest. Of course you take pity on him because otherwise he’d go without, which would make you both sad.

Has the potential to boot you off the bed so instead he’ll keep a firm grip in you so you don’t get jolted off. This only keeps you close so he kinda digs his own grave. If it gets too much he’ll just pull you close into a hug and let you keep going while he laughs into your chest/collarbone, holding onto you for dear life.

“Steady, Munson”

Gets into a habit of holding you. Either you or your hands and won’t even notice how he could push your hands away but chooses not to.

His face will overheat if you point this out

In conclusion I love this man and his giggles fuel my happiness

#eddie munson #eddie munson tickle #eddie munson x reader #lee!eddie munson #lee!eddie #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #my fic #ticklish!eddie

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ticklishraspberries · 2 years

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Begging For It (Eddie/Steve)

Summary: Before they get together, Steve is begging for Eddie to notice his flirting. After they get together, Eddie is begging for Steve to notice what he wants. (I was talking headcanons with @nhasablogg and said one specific sentence that wouldn’t leave my head, so I wrote a fic based on it. Enjoy!)

Within days of being properly reintroduced, Steve realized that Eddie Munson was incredibly touchy. Not in a bad way, no, it was just…Unexpected. Surprising, he supposed.

It started off small: Nudges to get his attention, walking close so that their shoulders bumped. Like he was testing the waters, almost. To see if Steve minded, or if he would just go along with it.

And so, Steve went along with it.

His friends back in high school had never been too affectionate, but he and Robin were much more likely to engage in some platonic cuddling or wrestling over the remote. But he found that those touches with Eddie were surprisingly welcome, if not a little…flustering. And Steve wasn’t quite sure why.

It was almost the way he felt when a pretty girl came into the store, making his pulse quicken and cheeks turn pink. But Eddie was not a pretty girl. Well, he was pretty. Those big, dark eyes, the curly hair, the silver rings glinting on his long fingers, all calloused from guitar strings…

Well, after confiding in Robin, he was pretty sure he had figured out why he felt that way. And it was scary. Confusing, too. But he was dealing with it.

And immediately after confiding in Robin, she began to tease and pester him about it.

Eddie, Steve, and her were all sitting on a blanket outside the trailer, the setting sun above them. Eddie had gone inside to grab something, leaving the two of them alone.

“Dude, if you’re trying to be subtle, it’s not working,” Robin whispered. “Your puppy dog eyes are practically begging for him to kiss you right now.”

Steve elbowed her in the side, not hard enough to hurt, but a stern enough gesture to shut her up as Eddie came back outside, proudly brandishing a six pack of beer.

They drank, exchanged stories, and watched as the stars began to shine in the newly darkened sky.

As Steve sipped on his beer, Eddie scooted closer, practically leaning against his shoulder.

“Enjoying yourself, Harrington?” he asked.

Steve, pink in the face from their close proximity, nodded.

“Aw, c’mon, loosen up,” Eddie said, grinning as he reached out to ruffle Steve’s hair.

He didn’t mean to do it, but it was just a reflex learned from messing with Dustin and Robin, and Steve reached out and squeezed Eddie’s side without thinking.

The sound that left Eddie’s mouth could best be described as a yelp, and his arm shot back down to his side.

The three of them were silent for a moment before Robin burst into laughter.

“You must be more ticklish than Steve,” she said. “Which is saying something, seriously.”

Steve gave her his middle finger, before turning back to Eddie, who had gone silent, something that was rare for him.

“Sorry, I didn’t think before I did that,” he said. “It’s my usual defense mechanism against her and the kids, so I just did it on instinct.”

Eddie didn’t meet his eye as he replied. “Nah, no worries. I should have known better than to mess with those precious locks of yours anyway.”

Any tension that the accidental tickle had caused began to fade as Robin began pointing out different constellations, and the three of them laid back against the blanket and watched the stars.

When they eventually said their goodbyes, Steve and Eddie’s hug lingered much longer than most casual friends would allow it to.

Robin teased him about it the whole way home.

***

“Those kids are going to be the death of me,” Steve said.

Eddie chuckled with a fond shake of his head. “They’re little terrors, I know. It’s sort of nice to know they trust us, though.”

“Seeing as we’ve all nearly died together, I sure hope they do.”

As he sat in the passenger’s seat of Steve’s car, Eddie fiddled with his rings. “Well, since they’re expecting you to pick them up as well, uh, no point driving all the way back to your place, I guess. You wanna hang out at mine while you wait?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure, I’d like that,” Steve replied, trying to hide his excitement at the proposition.

And so, they set off in the direction of the trailer park.

Eddie’s uncle was out, leaving the two of them alone.

“So, uh, as you can see, I have endless entertainment opportunities,” Eddie said, gesturing to the small space. “Normally I’d suggest smoking, but I don’t think you should drive a bunch of kids around while you’re stoned.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think that’d be a great idea.”

“Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure! What are our options?”

Eddie dug through his collection of films, and Steve ended up picking “Little Shop of Horrors”, even after Eddie explained that it was a musical, and probably not his style.

“I didn’t think musicals would be your thing, either,” Steve said.

“I’m full of surprises,” Eddie replied with a grin.

They weren’t even halfway through the movie when Steve found himself restless, too aware of how close Eddie was sitting, how their knees knocked together and their shoulders brushed.

He was only torn from his thoughts when Eddie prodded him in the ribs, making him jerk away as if he’d been electrocuted.

“Oh, right. Robin mentioned you were sensitive. You were totally spaced out, though.”

Steve flushed, but found Eddie’s word choice interesting. He remembered that night clearly, despite the alcohol consumed, and Eddie had gotten so embarrassed, Steve may have even dared to call it adorable.

“Yeah, well, she also said that you were more sensitive than me,” he replied, and although he wasn’t sure if he could handle touching Eddie in such an intimate manner, the urge to hear him laugh completely overshadowed his rational thinking.

So, he started tickling him. Fingers clumsily scribbled around his middle, and even though it was a totally uncoordinated attack, Eddie dissolved into surprised giggles immediately.

It was a sound that Steve figured he could listen to forever. A sweet, almost childish sound, so unlike his tough exterior.

Eddie’s hands uselessly batted at his hands, squirming wildly on the couch. It was the cutest thing Steve had ever seen, and he suddenly had a different idea. His fingers stopped.

As he panted, catching his breath, Eddie looked up at him with those big, brown eyes. “Why’d you stop?” he asked.

“Because I wanted to do this instead,” Steve said, leaning in to kiss him.

Eddie kissed him back, hands cupping the sides of his face.

They stayed like that, kissing and only coming up for air, until the credits rolled on screen.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been silently begging for that,” Eddie said.

“Well, I wish I’d realized sooner.”

Glancing at the clock, Steve cursed under his breath.

“What?”

“We have to go get the kids.”

With a dramatic groan, Eddie hauled himself off the couch, offering Steve his hand. “I know I said it was sweet, but right now, I really wish they would just ride their damn bikes.”

“Well, I can always come back over later…” Steve said.

Eddie grinned. “Sounds like a plan.”

***

That one evening of making out quickly turned into an almost nightly occurrence. They weren’t really putting a label on it, and Steve certainly wasn’t ready to label himself. But it was fun, it was passionate, it was something special.

On Eddie’s bed, Steve gave Eddie a knowing look.

“What?” Eddie asked.

“You’re practically begging for it.”

To Steve’s surprise, Eddie turned a lovely shade of pink, and refused to meet his gaze.

“I am not above begging, Harrington, but I would rather not,” Eddie said, and although he was clearly trying to sound playful and smooth, his voice had a desperate lilt to it which made Steve’s heart melt.

“I won’t make you beg for it,” Steve replied. “But I do have a question first.”

“What’s that?”

Steve pinned him back against the mattress, grinning. “Where’s your worst spot, hm?”

Eddie went red. “I think you should find out for yourself,” he said.

Oh, he was going to take that invitation to heart. He had quickly realized how flustered tickling made Eddie, and how he never begged for Steve to stop. He recalled the first time he’d squeezed Eddie’s side, and how embarrassed he had gotten, but how he hadn’t complained about it one bit.

So, obviously, he was taking the opportunity to make Eddie laugh as much as possible, and Eddie didn’t mind one bit.

In fact, it seemed like he craved it sometimes. It was apparent in the way he bugged Steve, knowing that he would retaliate. How he started tickle fights that he knew he would lose.

Eddie had been particularly needy that day, clearly itching for Steve to make him squirm. And what kind of person would Steve be if he denied him of that?

“Okay, well, I know you’re definitely ticklish here…” Steve said, running his fingers down Eddie’s sides.

Just that gentle touch was enough to make him twitch, lips already curled upward in a hopeless smile. God, he was fucking adorable. If interdimensional monsters weren’t going to be the death of Steve Harrington, Eddie’s laughter certainly was.

“What about here, huh?” he asked, turning his attention to his belly.

It seemed as though every spot he tested got a reaction: Hips, ribs, armpits, neck. Eddie’s laughter was constant, occasionally changing in pitch or allowing some words to slip through, mainly swear words, and never any indication that he wanted Steve to stop.

“You’re not tired out yet?” Steve asked. If he were on the receiving end, he knew he would have tapped out ages ago. Honestly, the fact that Eddie was still taking it like a champ was endearing as hell.

Eddie turned his head to bury his face in his own shoulder, declining to reply.

“Hey, no hiding from me,” Steve said, wiggling his fingers over the side of his neck, which got Eddie giggling like mad again. “I’m just surprised, that’s all! Don’t you need a breather?”

“I’m okay!” Eddie replied, batting at Steve’s hands.

Could he get any cuter? Steve didn’t think so. He smiled, looking down at the other’s blushing face, feeling an odd sense of pride that he had managed to get the perceived-as-scary Eddie Munson to blush and giggle helplessly.

“Alright, just let me know when you’ve had enough,” he said.

Eddie nodded. “Thanks,” he replied, his voice soft.

Thanks for not finding it weird. Thanks for giving me the affection I crave. Thanks for being you. It was unspoken, but Steve got the message.

“Of course. Now, are your legs ticklish at all?”

Eddie’s bedroom was quickly filled with laughter once again.

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