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Drunken Giggles (Fosters x Reader)

Drunken Giggles Characters: Lena, Steff, Callie, Mariana Foster & reader (all platonic) Summary: Dealing with two drunk sisters and two annoyed mums isn’t always easy, but you’re starting to realise it’s not so bad. Warnings: fluff, slight profanity, implied underage drinking Words: 1199

A/N: I’ve only just started watching the Fosters (as in I’m halfway through the first season) but I REALLY wanted to write a fic for them, and inspiration struck! I wasn’t originally going to post it, but I thought I might as well :) <3

You creaked the door open, wincing as Callie and Mariana mimicked the noise. You shushed them, hearing Stef and Lena moving around the kitchen just through the wall. Your foster sisters couldn’t care less about your concerns, stumbling inside and pointing at your worried expression with huge grins.

“Shut up, you two,” you whispered, grabbing them both by the arms and walking as quickly as you could to the stairs.

“Okay, get up, get up.” You carefully manoeuvred them in front of you, and in some sort of miracle, you were able to get them safely up the stairs and into their room without Lena or Stef noticing.

You let out the breath you’d been holding, sitting down on the bed while the girls danced sloppily around the room, Mariana singing a made-up tune under her breath.

“That’s enough, guys, if Stef and Lena catch us they’re gonna kill me,” you said pointedly, throwing a pillow at Mariana. She giggled as it bounced off her head, sauntering over to you. You groaned, lying down and throwing your arms over your face.

“We’ll be fine, Y/N,” Mariana slurred, walking two fingers over your stomach. You jerked, pushing her hand away.

“Go to sleep!”

“No!” Callie whined, collapsing next to you. She grumpily started to poke at your side, and you couldn’t stop the giggle that slipped past your lips, slapping at her hands.

“Quit it!”

“But it’s funny,” Mariana giggled, her hands joining Callie’s. Desperate giggles poured out as they progressed from poking to full on tickling, their clumsy fingers dancing across your stomach and sides.

“Stohohop!” you squeaked, trying to keep your voice down as the two continued their torment. But they were having far too much fun, and so they ignored you, Mariana now tickling your stomach with both hands while Callie spidered up your sides and under your arms. Helpless, giggly laughter overcame you, as you tried and failed to squirm away from their determined hands.

Your snorts and squeals were infectious, and soon they’d thrown their drunk selves over you and were giggling just as much as you were, their fingers curling underneath themselves and gleefully tickling any part of you they could reach.

“Honey, did the girls get home?” Stef glanced towards the closed bedroom door, behind from which she could hear muffled squeaks and scuffles.

“I don’t think so, why?” Lena emerged from the bathroom, tilting her head at her wife.

Stef narrowed her eyes. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” She gestured out into the hallway, and the two women walked quietly up to the room, knocking twice before entering.

They just about stopped in their tracks, as whatever they were expecting to see, it certainly wasn’t this.

You, Callie and Mariana were sprawled out on the bed, their uncoordinated fingers wreaking havoc on your ticklish self. Your head was thrown back, soft giggles bubbling from your lips, sent into mild hysteria by the gentle tickles.

For a second, Lena and Stef savoured the sight of their three girls caught in a carefree moment of happiness. But then they remembered that they did have to be moms, and so, after exchanging a content look, Stef cleared her throat.

Immediately, Mariana and Callie sprung back, leaving you to curl up in a giggling ball. Lena bit back a smile, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Y/N, could you give us a minute?” she asked. You tried to stop your residual laughter, your face burning as you nodded and quickly exited the room.

Considering both other girls were drunk, Lena and Stef didn’t waste too much time trying to reprimand them. By the time they were finished, however, you had had time to calm yourself down and begin worrying about what was going to happen to you.

“Y/N?” Stef’s quiet voice from down the hall made you start, and you got to your feet, not knowing where to look.

“The girls are going to sleep now, let's go into our room,” Lena suggested, and you just nodded, following them in.

You stood awkwardly as the door shut, shifting from one foot to the other. Noticing your discomfort, Lena patted the duvet between her and Stef, and you sat down, playing with your fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you said, after not even a second’s pause. “It was dumb, and I should’ve looked after them more – I’m really sorry.”

There was a light chuckle, and you felt an arm around your shoulders.

“It’s not your responsibility to look after them, Y/N. They’re old enough to know what’s right and what’s wrong. That’s all on them.” Lena squeezed your hand as she spoke.

“We just wish you’d called us,” Stef chimed in. “No matter what’s going on, good or bad, you can always call us and we’ll always help. We might not be happy about it, but we love you all. And we’ll help you.”

For the first time, you looked up at your foster moms, a small smile on your lips.

“Am I grounded?” you asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Stef replied. “Mariana and Callie are, absolutely, but I don’t think your situation warrants the same punishment.”

You paused. “So...extra chores, then?”

“No, Y/N,” Lena laughed, and you felt her hand slide down your back to your waist. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was about to happen, and you tried to pull away, biting back a grin. “Wahait – wait, no.”

“Oh yes.” Lena smiled as she spoke, giving your side a squeeze. You began to blush again, shaking your head and trying to squirm away from the two. You felt Stef fluttering her fingers around your ears and neck, and you broke, dissolving into giggles.

“Shihihit –” you mumbled, weakly batting at the hands coming at you from seemingly every angle. You heard the two let out mock gasps, and it was met with one of your own as you felt Lena’s nails tickling gently at your sides.

“You know the rule about cursing in this house, don’t you?” Stef teased, squeezing the back of your neck. You were giggling far too much to respond, and when you felt a pair of hands spidering up your ribs, you crumbled, slumping against your tormentors in defeat.

“We were going to let you off without punishment, considering it wasn’t really your fault,” Stef began, squeezing rapidly at your knee.

“But we thought it necessary to give at least some incentive,” Lena finished, her fingers now scribbling between your ribs. You could only reply with a helpless whine of laughter, struggling against your foster moms as they tickled you to pieces, gladly showing off their years of experience.

They kept you like that for a few more minutes – trapped between them, giggling and squirming, at the mercy of their delicate, ruthless tickles – until they decided to let you go, instead pulling you into a ‘mom sandwich’, as they called it.

“If those two can remember anything from tonight in the morning, you’re going to be in for it,” Stef chuckled into your ear. You cringed a little at the thought, but deep down...maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

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