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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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kittenwhiskers · 2 years

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Oh me oh my Egg makes more art? YEAHHHH BABYYYYY WE WRECKING EVERYONE'S FAVORITE METALHEAD

seriously where the hell is all the lee!Eddie art >:(

#tickling #tickle #tickle art #digital art #fanart #stranger things #eddie munson #lee!eddie munson #tummy tickles #sfw tickles

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 1 year

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“wow. you are super ticklish.” with lee!eddie✨✨✨

"Wow. You are super ticklish."

You briefly fiddled with the hair elastic you'd been trying to tie Eddie's hair back with, fighting back a smile while the man sitting in the chair finally dropped his tensed-up shoulders. He let out what could only be described as an exasperated grumble, thankful that you couldn't see the blush that had crept up on his face as a result of your comment.

"Oh really, Y/N? I hadn't noticed." He muttered sarcastically, waving his hand a few times before he opted for gripping the underside of the chair he was sitting on and tightly shutting his eyes. "Okay, I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

His hair was bouncing as a result of his furious nodding. "Yup."

"You're really good?"

"Peachy." Eddie's reply was quick and said through grit teeth. "I just need to brace for it this time."

You raised an eyebrow, but soon after obliged, and carefully began to gather his hair in your fifth attempt at a low bun. "Hanging in there, Eddie?"

"Mhm! N-Never better- SHIHIHIHIT!" The second your fingers accidentally brushed the back of his neck, his shoulders shot upward and he kicked his legs, a string of cuss words still leaving his mouth.

With an expletive of your own, you threw your hands up in the air before letting them drop down again. "EDDIE! Do you want the low bun or not!?"

"You're the one who keeps tickling me!"

"By accident, you butthead!" You fired back, before opting to reach around the chair with both hands to rapidly squeeze at his sides, unable to stop yourself from laughing at the immediate screech that echoed in the room. "Buhuhut now I'll tickle you on purpose fohor being such a smartass the past fifteen minutes!"

Eddie was cackling as he instinctively tried to fold in on himself, legs kicking at the ground with more cuss words flying from his lips, though he hadn't put any effort into jumping up from the chair. Instead, he opted to egg you on further by hurling half-hearted insults. Eventually, you'd make one more attempt at styling his hair, and you would be successful, but the two of you were very much in need of a good giggle break first.

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EEEEEE lee!Eddie always melts my heart 😭 /lh /pos

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

Until next time everyone!

~ Ushu 🤍 (/p)

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rosiesramblings · 2 years

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Traitor

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steddie, with a special appearance by the most underrated character, Wayne Munson

WC: 1.5k

A/N: Hi friends! Please enjoy this fic inspired by an anon from a few days ago. Anon, I hope this meets your expectations!

The soothing sounds of raindrops hitting the tin roof of Eddie’s trailer made Steve yawn, and he knew if he wasn’t careful, he’d fall asleep right there on Eddie’s couch. He rubbed a hand over his face while Eddie sorted through his small but eclectic movie collection. It was Eddie’s turn to pick, and Steve knew he’d never hear the end of it if he slept through another one of Eddie’s choices.

Wayne was meandering about the trailer, getting ready for his night shift. He sat down at the kitchen table to tug on his work boots, and tightly tied the laces.

“Alright, Harrington, I hope you’re ready to have your mind blown,” Eddie crowed as he popped in his movie choice. “I still have no idea how Dustin hasn’t made you watch Star Wars yet. I’m going to have a serious talk with him about your pop culture education.”

Steve snorted, “Please don’t. I think half of our conversations already revolve around shit I haven’t read or seen.”

Eddie grinned, and plopped down on the couch, next to Steve, but definitely leaving enough room for Jesus. Steve pouted, confused, because it wasn’t like they had never cuddled in front of Eddie’s uncle before. He stuck his hands out toward Eddie, making grabby motions that were absolutely adorable, but Eddie fixed his gaze on the starting movie.

Steve huffed.

“Something you needed, Stevie?” Eddie asked innocently. The quirk of his lips told Steve that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Why’re you all the way over there?” Steve asked, letting a hint of a whine slip into his tone.

“Why, Steve Harrington, we are a perfectly respectable distance apart. Are you suggesting we engage in a show of inappropriate affection in public?” Eddie asked dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

“We’re not in public, you dick,” Steve said, shoving at Eddie’s shoulder.

“In fact, the word ‘public’ refers to anything ‘done, perceived, or existing in open view,’” Eddie grinned. “I’d say this is a pretty open view, wouldn’t you Uncle Wayne?”

Wayne merely grunted, having long ago resolved to stay out of his nephew's efforts to tease his boyfriend.

“Aren’t you glad you’re dating such a knowledgeable high school graduate?” Eddie asked.

“Glad isn’t exactly the word I’d use,” Steve grumbled.

“I’m offended, frankly, and I - AH!” Eddie was cut off by his own shriek, Steve having grabbed his hips to haul Eddie into his lap.

They were both frozen for a moment, Eddie’s eyes betraying panic for only half a second before his dramatic persona clicked back into place.

“Sorry, Stevie, I’m ok, just bumped into a table the other day, is all. You squeezed a bruise,” Eddie said.

Steve narrowed his eyes, tilting his head in a calculating way that made Eddie shiver. Before he could call Eddie out, however, Wayne stood up from the table and regarded the boys critically.

“Now, Eddie Munson, I know I didn’t raise you to be a liar,” Wayne said gruffly. If Steve didn’t see the amused twinkle in his eye, he would have thought the man was serious.

Eddie whirled to face his uncle, “Shut the hell up, old man,” he said, pointing a threatening finger his way that contrasted nicely with the hint of a blush that was rising to his face.

“That’s not a nice way for anybody to speak, let alone the most ticklish boy in Indiana,” Wayne said casually, relishing in the way Eddie’s face changed from shocked to outraged to embarrassed to horrified in the span of a single second.

“You’re ticklish?” Steve grinned, wasting no time pinning Eddie down on the couch. “And why didn’t I know about this?”

“Oh, fuck you, Wayne, I swear to God I’m going to disown you or whatever the fuck kids can do to their traitor uncles,” Eddie babbled, squirming frantically under his boyfriend, who still had yet to test the discovery.

“Steve, son,” Wayne said. “Give him a pillow or something to yell into - I don’t fancy getting the cops called here again cause the neighbors think someone’s bein’ tortured.”

Steve tilted his head back and cackled, and Eddie gave Wayne the dirtiest look he could muster. “That was one time, old man, and it was completely your fucking fault - No, Steve, wait -”

Steve shoved a pillow down into Eddie’s hands as Wayne turned and headed out the door to work, content with the mischief he had caused for the night.

“Stevie, baby, please don’t, I really can’t - waitwaitwaitwait,” Eddie pleaded, a smile already on his face.

“Eds, you know I have to,” Steve said sweetly, before squeezing his hips and -

“FUCK -” Eddie barely had time to pull the pillow over his face to muffle his shout (look, he knows he’s loud - he can’t actually help it). Eddie laughed hard, heels drumming into the couch, tears almost immediately springing to his eyes.

“Jesus, Eddie, I think you’re worse than the kids,” Steve teased, though he wasn’t sure Eddie could hear him over his own laughter. Evidently he could hear just fine, if the middle finger waved in his direction was any indication.

“SHUHUHUHUHT thehe fuhuhuhuck UHUHUHP, Harrington,” Eddie cackled, as Steve drew circles in the divots of his hips with his thumbs.

“Make me,” Steve shrugged, grinning down at his hysterical boyfriend. He scribbled his fingers across Eddie’s pant line, giving Eddie’s hips a break.

Eddie took heaving breaths in between fits of manic giggles, peeking out from behind his pillow to look at Steve. “Plehehehehease, plehehehease, Stevie, I cahahahan’t.”

“Aww,” Steve pouted at him playfully, “What’s the matter? Are you too ticklish, baby?”

Eddie’s face got impossibly redder. “Dohohohon’t TEAehehehease,” he begged as he shook his head frantically back and forth.

“Why not?” Steve asked, crab-clawing at Eddie’s sides. “Does it make it tickle more?”

“Ohohohoho my gohohoOHOHOD,” Eddie wailed.

Steve grinned, having the time of his life. He knew exactly what he was doing. He spidered one hand across Eddie’s tummy while he tugged his jeans down enough to expose his hip bones. “Hold still, I’m going to try something. You might want to put the pillow back - I’m pretty sure this is going to tickle.”

“Nonononono, bahaby, plehehehease, I’ll dihihihie, I cahahahahan’t - SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHT,” Eddie’s jammed the pillow back over his face as Steve leaned down, placed his lips delicately on Eddie’s hip, and blew.

Eddie’s brain was mush. All he could do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He forgot what it felt like to not be laughing. This was his past, present, and future; all he would ever feel were the echoes of the raspberries Steve ruthlessly placed on his hips. He tried to beg, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Then, incredibly, it got worse.

Steve suddenly stopped his raspberries, and Eddie had half a second of relief, before Steve scraped his teeth against his protruding hip bones, and Eddie lost his goddamn mind.

His laugh went silent. Eyes closed, chin tilted back, mouth open in absolute soundless mirth. Steve smiled against Eddie’s hips, nibbling at his boyfriend’s hips for a few more moments before he finally stopped.

Eddie didn’t even register that Steve was done - he was still laughing, sucking in air deliriously as Steve rolled off of him. Vaguely, in some far-away floaty part of his brain, he heard the tap run and the sound of a glass being placed on the floor next to the couch.

He felt Steve lift his shoulders up, and he flinched away. “Nohohoho mohohohore, plehehehease, nohoho mohohohore.” But Steve just sat and laid Eddie gently back down, his head now resting in Steve’s lap.

He carefully wiped the tears off of Eddie’s face and stroked his messy hair, cooing, “Shhhh, baby, I’m done, I promise. We’re done. No more tickles, scout’s honor.”

“Yohohou - yohohou were nehehever a scout,” Eddie panted out, opening his eyes to squint at Steve.

Steve snickered. “You got me there, baby. Babysitter’s honor, then. I got you some water, if you want it.”

He helped Eddie sit up, and grinned as he gulped down the entire glass in a few seconds. Eddie laid back and finally started to calm down, still giggling lightly, trying to hide his face behind his hair.

“Aww, you feelin’ shy?” Steve asked, his brain barely able to compute just how adorable his boyfriend was. Eddie just turned and hid his face in Steve’s tummy.

Steve just continued stroking Eddie’s hair, humming under his breath. He listened as Eddie’s breaths got deeper and deeper, until he was pretty sure the boy was right on the edge of sleep.

“Thanks for being such a good sport,” Steve said softly, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s head.

“B’lieve me, Stevie, I’m going to make it my mission to find a spot on you that compares to my hips,” Eddie mumbled. “But first I need a nap.”

Steve suppressed a shiver, knowing Eddie was true to his word. But that was tomorrow’s problem.

A peaceful quiet came over the trailer, Star Wars still playing quietly on the TV, though Steve had no idea what was happening.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Mm.”

“Did you actually get the cops called on you for this?”

“Fuck off, Harrington.”

Steve just smiled. That wasn’t a no.

#tickle fic #stranger things #steddie #lee!eddie munson #ler!steve harrington #tickling #tfb community #eddie munson fluff #wayne munson is an underrated character #i love him #this was pretty fun to write #steveddie

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infrequent-creator · 2 years

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Just a ticklish metalhead, nothing to see 🙈

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hypahticklish · 1 year

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Mad Max and the Week Long Tickle War: Day Six

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Newest or oldest?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure thing, Thumper, now hold still."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rookie mistake, Munson!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ticklish Tattoos

Tickletober 2022, Day 14: Tracing

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

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Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship(s): Steddie

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

Word Count: 618 words

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

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

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

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

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

And that worked out, up until they started dating.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ticklish?” Steve asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #my writing #stranger things tickling #lee!eddie munson #ler!steve #ticklish!eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steveddie

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shadow-says-hello · 2 years

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He’s so fucking cute I want to bite him

#or tickle the shit out of him #Eddie #Eddie Munson my beloved #lee!eddie munson #AHHHH

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subbysage · 2 years

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I'm such a sucker for both lee and ler Eddie Munson hOLY SHIT

#guys #you don't understand #i have been reading fics for literal HOURS #if anyone has any suggestions 👀👀👀#tickle #tickke community #lee!eddie munson #ler!eddie munson #mine

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chloenotfound404 · 2 years

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anyone down for a Steddie tk rp??

#lee!eddie munson #lee! steve harrington #ler!eddie munson #ler!steve harrington #tword content #tword roleplay

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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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Quid Pro Quo

Quid Pro Quo Eddie Munson x Reader

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

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

Will proof read in the morning

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

Word Count: 5.3K!!!!!

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

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

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

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

"I need your help," he confessed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey! Pot to kettle,” you shamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I found something else I win at.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kittenwhiskers · 2 years

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Bro I had a BLAST making this I'm squealing

New hc that Eddie's bat beans are way more ticklish that his regular human peets

#tickling #tickle #tickle art #sfw tickles #fanart #beans #bean tickles #feet tickles #kas!eddie #lee!eddie munson #lee! kas!eddie #eddie munson

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sugars-fluffy-escapes · 1 year

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I Did a Thing Again-

(A.K.A. Eddie Munson Emitting Lee Energy for Over 4 Minutes)

Warnings: Occasional shaky camera effects, lightning flash, ST4 Spoilers, and fluffy t-word hcs

#Y'ALL I DID IT AGAIN SGAHDHDJDJFJ #sugar edits #sfw tickle hcs #sfw tickle blog #lee!eddie munson #lee!eddie #stranger things tickles #worst ler mood of my life and so worth it T-T /lh

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rosiesramblings · 2 years

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Realizations

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Per request of anon, sequel to this fic. I hope you enjoy! I'm not super confident writing Eddie yet, so please excuse me if he's a bit OOC. Also sorry if this one is a bit plotless, my brain is fried today.

The realization came in the middle of Eddie’s daring attempt at escape. Because despite the burn in his lungs, the ache in his legs, and the hair in his eyes, he couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun.

“Get back here, Munson!” Steve called from behind him, far too close for comfort.

“Eat a bag of dicks!” Eddie fired back joyfully, an involuntary smile stretching across his face.

They circled Steve’s pool for a few moments, panting from the sudden exertion, Eddie’s brain working overtime as he tried to figure a way out of the situation. Nancy had gotten Robin a glass of water, and the two girls sat on a lawn chair, far away from the danger zone. They would be no help, Eddie knew.

“You can’t run forever,” Steve teased, wiggling his fingers at Eddie, who shivered. “Promise to go easy on you if you let it happen.”

“Fucking liar,” Eddie grinned, arms hugging his own rib cage of their own accord.

Steve shrugged, “Too late to find out now.” He darted to one side and Eddie made a break for the patio door. If he could make it inside he could find a place to hide -

Unfortunately, the universe and the door had other plans.

Eddie tugged at the handle, but the door didn’t budge. He threw a glance backward, towards Steve, who was grinning evilly as he closed the distance between them. Eddie yelped, pulling harder at the handle, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Fuck you, piece of shit - fuck!” Eddie yelled as he was suddenly swept up into a bridal carry. It took his brain a moment to adjust as the world suddenly turned sideways, but Eddie was very aware that Steve had just picked him up like he weighed nothing, holy shit that was so hot and so unfair.

“Mmm, forgot to warn you,” Steve said. “The door tends to stick in the summer.”

“Steve, buddy, sweetheart, light of my life - woah!” Eddie’s babbling was cut off as Steve dumped him unceremoniously onto a lawn chair and straddled him, pinning Eddie’s arms underneath his knees.

Eddie definitely did not blush, thank you very much, it was just… rather hot outside.

“Now what was it I did to Robin that you said was mean?” Steve asked, pretending to think.

“Nothing, nothing, Steve wait I just - ohoho gohohohod,” Eddie started giggling immediately as Steve wiggled his fingers just above the ridges of his ribcage, not touching down.

“Seriously? This gets you?” Steve laughed.

“Shuhuhut up,” Eddie whined. “I cahahan’t hehelp it.”

“Aw, poor baby,” Steve said with mock sympathy.

“Juhuhust - just gehehet it over wihihith,” Eddie said, squirming as much as he could in Steve’s hold.

“Well, if you insist, sweetheart,” Steve said, finally letting his fingers scribble over Eddie’s poor ribs.

Eddie screeched before descending into hysterical giggles. “Fuhuhuhuck you, Kihihing Steve.”

“How many goddamn times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Steve asked, digging into the grooves of his ribs and making Eddie’s laughter get even louder.

Incorrigible, Eddie managed to get out, “At lehehast one mohohore tihihime, Kihihihing Steve.”

“Oh my god, ok, I was going to be nice, but now I’m not stopping until I find your worst spot,” Steve threatened, noticing Eddie’s face get a few shades redder. Steve moved his hands up and spidered into the hollows of Eddie’s underarms.

“Shihihihihihihihit!” Eddie laughed as he tried to squeeze his arms to his sides.

“Hmm. Good, but I think we can do better,” Steve mused. He cocked his head down where tears gathered in Eddie’s eyes. “How are you doing? Need a break?” He stilled his fingers for a moment to give Eddie time to answer.

“You can take your break and shove it up your aHAHAHAHAHASS, SHIT,” Eddie would rather die of laughter than admit that he needed a break - not that he was minding the current situation all that much.

“There’s no need to be rude, asshole,” Steve said, squeezing his way back down Eddie’s ribs to his sides. Eddie’s giggles went all breathy (and cute, Steve’s mind supplied unhelpfully) and Steve snorted. “Alright, now, you remember why you’re currently being turned into ticklish goo, Munson?”

“Nohohohohohot really,” Eddie snickered truthfully.

“The bet you and Robin made,” Steve supplied. “I’m not actually mad about the bet. I am, however, deeply offended,” he emphasized his words by vibrating his hand in the center of Eddie’s tummy, “That you assumed that I only care about my friends if they are under fifteen.”

“FuhuhuhuhuCK, OH gohohohoOD,” Eddie threw his head back at the unbearable sensation. He was vaguely aware of Steve continuing his lecture, but his brain was preoccupied with the ticklish sparks coming from Steve’s cruel hands.

Steve moved his hands lower, towards Eddie’s hips, and for the first time he felt a flicker of panic. “WAIT! Wahahahit, Stevie, you cahahan be done, I’ve - I’ve lehehearned my lesson.”

“What? Eddie the Great can’t stand a little tickling?” Steve teased, resting his hands ever so lightly on Eddie’s hip bones, not moving yet.

“Nohohohot THEHEHERE, he cahahahn’t,” Eddie admitted, squirming as much as he possibly could, giving Steve his best puppy eyes.

“Hmmm. Well, unfortunately for you, I promised I wouldn’t stop until I found your worst spot. Any last words, Munson?” Steve asked.

He took a deep breath, “Robin, I bequeath thee my rehehecord collection. Nancy, tell my uncle I loHOOHOHOVED HIM JEHEHEHEHESUS H CHRIHIST,” Eddie collapsed into loud belly laughter when Steve finally squeezed, bucking his hips so violently that Steve almost lost his balance.

“Oh my god, Munson, are you actually being murdered?” Robin snarked, parroting what Eddie had said to her earlier.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK, STEHEHEHEHEHEVE,” Eddie pleaded.

“I don’t know Eddie, you’re awfully cute when you’re laughing,” Steve smiled and drew circles with his thumbs.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE,” Eddie begged, desperate.

Steve loved Eddie’s laugh, but he wasn’t a sadist. With one final scrape of his fingernails on Eddie’s hips, he stopped tickling.

It took Eddie a minute to realize his hands were free, but as soon as he did his hands went straight to his hips, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“You survived!” Steve cheered, ruffling his hair. Eddie leaned in to the touch.

“Hehehey, Robin gohohot a hug when you were through wihihith her,” Eddie complained.

Steve cocked his head to the side, considering. Slowly, he leaned forward, eyes locked on Eddie’s, until they flicked down to his lips. “I’ll do you one better,” he said. “If you want.”

Shocked by the sudden change in Steve’s demeanor, Eddie lost his words. All he could do was nod, a little frantically, which he would later blame on the adrenaline.

Steve’s lips met Eddie’s. And Eddie had his second realization of the day.

He would go through that ordeal a thousand times over if it meant Steve would keep kissing him.

A wolf whistle from Robin shattered the moment, and Steve pulled back, breathless and red faced. His eyes searched Eddie’s face, anxiously looking for any hint that he did something wrong. Eddie knew he didn’t have the words to reassure him.

So, Eddie did the first thing that came to mind. He tipped his head up and captured Steve’s lips again, closed his eyes, and gave Robin the most emphatic middle finger he could muster.

#tickle fic #stranger things #tfb community #lee!eddie munson #ler!steve harrington #I'm honestly not that fond of this one #But anyway #maybe it makes somebody else happy!#tickling #steddie

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