SFW only! Been on tumblr reading tickle fics for a long time, finally decided to write some myself :) I'm kinda stuck on Star Wars and Stranger Things right now. NOT currently accepting asks, sorry!
Fear of Falling - Reader goes roller skating for the first time. (Lee!Reader x Ler!Eddie and Steve)
On Edge - Reader hurts their ankle (Lee!Reader x Ler!Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Nancy) Part 2
The Cropped Hoodie - Reader refuses to wear a cropped hoodie (Lee!Reader x Ler!Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Nancy)
Rollercoaster - Reader goes with Steve and Robin and the kids to a carnival, and is freaked out by the rollercoaster. Reader is also crushing on Steve a little. (Lee!Reader x Ler!Steve)
Quotable - Reader has a notebook they enjoy writing interesting quotes from the group in. Steve and Eddie want to know what they’ve been writing. (Lee!Reader x Ler!Steve and Ler!Eddie) MY CURRENT FAVORITE of what I’ve written.
Laugh - Reader is upset after a phone call gone awry. Robin and Steve know just how to cheer them up. (Lee!Reader x Ler!Steve and Ler!Robin).
Embarrassing 101 - Reader is Eddie’s girlfriend, and Eddie knows just how to embarass her. But what about when Reader tries to embarrass him back?
Star Wars Fics:
Perks and Drawbacks - Luke finds out Reader is ticklish (Lee!Reader x Ler!Luke)
Camping in Naboo (Part 1) - Sequel to Perks and Drawbacks (Lee!Reader x Ler!Leia and Ler!Luke)
nobody told me that getting a boyfriend meant them casually tickling you out of nowhere and then threatening to destroy you with tickles over text… I thought that was only in the fics on here!
Reader tells Bucky she's not ticklish and Bucky tries to prove her wrong
Love your work!
Picnic views
☆ pairing: Bucky barnes x reader (romance)
☆ warnings: actually none
☆ word count: 0.9k
☆ summary: Bucky and y/n went out for a picnic date, watching the sunset while being surrounded by their favourite snacks. Between flirts and chats, y/n states something Bucky does not quite believe.
☆ a/n: I finally know why I couldn’t get my ass up to write: because of work. Because I was so stressed that my body was hurting in any way possible. But here I am, on vacation, off work, with new work.
You settled down the blanket you brought, placing the food and drinks on it and the little candle. You've always been the book romantic part of a romance, although there wasn't an official romance yet, you were at the start of it. You sat down on the blanket, facing the sun which was about to set. Bucky finally asked you out, he never had the guts to do so earlier, but something or someone gave him a kick to finally get over with it. Maybe Steve helped him out, maybe he googled "how to ask out a girl?", maybe he got inspiration from books? However, he's done it, the only thing that matters is that you both are here, during this moment, at a beautiful spot, with a picnic and a sun that's setting.
"Beautiful view." His voice was soft and he sat down next to you. Leaning down on his side, he faced you.
"I always choose good spots."
"Oh, no, I wasn't talking about the place..." confusion built up on your face, "I meant you."
A shy smile crept its way on your lips and your cheeks flushed with a soft shade of pink, the way he's been flirting with you ever since you two started talking more has a big impact on you. For some reasons, his compliments meant the whole world to you.
"Cat got your tongue, doll?" He grinned.
"Shut up..." you mumbled - big mistake. His hand shot towards your side, poking you once just for the mean words you'd said. You didn't prepare for this, well, you did prepare for sometime later for him to find out, but this was way sooner than you've expected. You jolted an inch away and clutched your side, trying to have a normal expression and to hide the fear that got stuck in your stomach.
"Ticklish?" He asked, without a bother, actually.
"No, I'm not. It was a reflex." You stated. A little too quick. Bucky might be old, but not dumb to say that you were bluffing at your best.
You are a bad liar, you’ve always been. There was not a day where you couldn’t hide the truth, not even a tiny bit, every little detail was soon shared with at least one more soul. Among the avengers it was Nat, you loved her so much for being the most trustworthy yet deceitful person she’s been - not to mention she’s spilled the tea several times to Steve.
“Oh you’re not?” His words came together with a dry chuckle, “sure not.” You hated how ironic he sounded. Every little second of it, you hated it.
“I’m not ticklish, get over with it, duh.” And you hated how sassy you can be during the worst moments.
“We’ll see about that, little cheat.” He grabbed your arm, pulled you with a quick move towards his chest and held you pinned there. You already screeched with nervous giggles, your body trashing to try and get out of this soon to be torturous cage.
“For someone not ticklish, you’re quite defensive.” He commented on your body language, his hand starting to dig in your ticklish skin along your sides. You fell into a fit of giggles whilst the blush came back visible on your cheeks.
“Buhuhucky!” With all you can move, you tried to fight the soldier holding and tickling you.
“Huh? Too ticklish, sweetheart?” His hand moved to the middle of your tummy, the moment you collapsed into hard belly laughter.
“I’m getting the best of ya’, huh?” By the tone of his voice, you heard the enjoyment and smile between his words. Your eyes were shut close to escape at least his teasing looks, but you still knew him well to say he was amused by this. Hopefully even falling in love with you?
“Ohokay! OHOKAY!” Your back arched and you knew this was it, this was the second you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ready to admit that you’re wayyy too ticklish?” His hand slowed down and he drew lazy circles all over your tummy. Quiet giggles came out of your lungs and you nodded - although you weren’t ready at all.
“Good, little liar.” He pressed a kiss on your temple. He pressed a kiss… on your temple. Now you weren’t ready to say anything at all.
“Tongue’s gone again.” He chuckled and held you close, “I tickled it away, I believe.” His hand comfortingly rubbed over your tummy before moving to grab the bottle beside him.
“No I’m just…” how where you going to put it to words? Suddenly, his mood changed into concern.
“What’s wrong?” Your heart beats so fast, it might be jumping out of your chest any second.
“I’m ticklish and…” you blushed madly, “in love…”
You said it. It took every strength you had left in your body to admit not one, but two things. You weren’t scared for the first one, you couldn’t hide that one anymore, but you weren’t ready to hear his reaction to the second one. Just that there was nothing to hear, nothing but the birds chirping in the background and the soft hums escaping his mouth the moment he started to kiss you - sweetly. He was taking in your lips as if he was starving for them, like he waited so long for this moment to happen.
“Ladies and Gentleman, I think Batman might be down for the count.” Clark was pretending to hold a microphone up to his mouth and speaking into it like he was an announcer. “Ohhhh! Nope! He’s up! That is going to hurt tomorrow.”
The corner of Bruce’s mouth pulls up into a smile at Clark’s antics as he circles Diana on the sparring mat. He dodges left as she makes a grab for him, grabbing her arm and using her own momentum to flip her over his back.
“And down goes Wonder Woman!”
Bruce drapes his body over Diana’s to try and pin her down, but she quickly reverses their positions and has Bruce in an armbar before he can even blink.
“I thought we said no powers.” Bruce grunts, trying to free his arm to no avail.
“I can’t help that I’m stronger than you.”
Bruce lets out a growl, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, he uses every bit of training he can remember and slips out of Diana’s hold. He springs to his feet and is about to execute a flying kick when a voice catches him off guard and has him freezing in his tracks.
“You’re getting slow, old man.”
Bruce whirls around to see his second oldest son standing at the edge of the mat, arms folded across his chest as he watches the match.
“Jason?” Bruce asks before a strong pair of thighs wrap around his neck and slam him down onto the mat. Bruce wheezes as the wind is knocked out of him and doesn’t bother fighting the hold. He merely taps Diana’s thigh twice in quick succession and she releases him.
“Wonder Woman wins again! And the crowd goes wild! Ahhhhhhh!”
I wrote something! It’s been a minute, so hopefully it’s good. Reader is Eddie’s girlfriend in this fic, and she’s trying to figure out how to get back at Eddie, who seems to know all the ways to embarass her.
When you’d started dating Eddie, you’d done so knowing full well that being his girlfriend wouldn’t spare you from the relentless teasing you’d faced being his friend.
What you hadn’t realized, however, was that being his girlfriend meant being teased even more relentlessly.
Sitting on the couch together, his arm resting just behind your head, you both listened as Nancy explained the rules of the game. You’d each been given a pen and paper for whatever this was, but you were struggling to follow along with the rules.
Click click.
You flinched, the sound of the clicking pen distracting you. Eddie was holding the pen on the hand resting behind you, but when you turned to give him an accusatory look, he refused to make eye contact. But his face was as smug as ever. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to Nancy.
A few seconds passed, then click click.
You narrowed your eyes and stared at Eddie again. He did look at you this time, and put on his best fake sympathetic look.
“Y/N, I know I’m incredibly handsome, but you need to quit looking at me and focus on the rules,” he whispered, winking before returning his attention to Nancy.
You felt the blush on your cheeks and crossed your arms indignantly, trying one more time to focus on the instructions.
“And the whole goal is to be the person with the most people in their group. Everybody got it?” Nancy asked.
You most definitely didn’t have it.
“Wait, so how do we get people in our group again?” You asked.
“Have you even been listening?” Steve laughed. “Or are you too busy staring into lover boy’s eyes over there?”
“He’s been distracting me,” you complained.
“Me?” Eddie gasped. “I would never.”
“You’re so full of it,” you laughed, shoving him gently.
“I’ll give you the basic rules again, you’ll pick up on the rest of it,” Nancy sighed.
“You’re the worst,” you whispered to Eddie, and he leaned his head closer to yours.
“You’re just too fun to embarrass.” He paused for a moment with a grin. “Plus you’re cute when you blush.”
“Shut up,” you groaned. “One of these days I’ll find something to embarrass you.”
“Good luck.”
You watched and you waited for weeks, the thought always in the back of your mind while you were with Eddie. Nothing ever seemed to embarrass him, so how were you supposed to get him back?
When he knocked a mug of hot coffee into his lap, he laughingly told the story to everyone he interacted with for the rest of the day.
When Steve found an old yearbook of Eddie before he grew out his hair, Eddie smiled fondly, brushing off the jokes Nancy cracked at his expense.
Meanwhile, Eddie was teasing you into oblivion every waking moment.
Today, you’d invited everyone over to swim in the pool your parents had put in. You’d thought you were excited for the pool to be finished, but the group had been even more excited than you.
“Y/N, how does it feel to finally be cool?” Eddie asked. You were all sitting beside the pool, rubbing on sunscreen.
“What do you mean, finally be cool?” You asked.
“Well, having a pool makes you cool, obviously,” Steve stated nonchalantly.
“Yeah, but what do you mean? Was I not cool before?”
Nancy and Robin chuckled.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
You stood and acted without thinking, shoving Eddie in the chest as hard as you could, hoping to push him in the pool. His eyes widened, and he stumbled back toward the pool, but he regained his balance quickly.
Your stomach sank as that classic mischievous Eddie smirk emerged.
You put your arms out in front of you, giggling nervously. “C’mon Eds. You deserved that, you know you did.”
Eddie shook his head. “You know, it pains me to have to do this Y/N.” He clutched his chest dramatically, and then began to walk towards you.
“Wait wait wait wait,” you laughed, backing away from him and hiding behind one of the lounge chairs.
“Ooo you’re dead meat Y/N,” Robin teased.
“Shut up, Robin,” you squealed, trying to anticipate which way Eddie would go around the chair.
Eddie flinched left, you flinched left. He flinched right, you flinched right.
“Steve?” Eddie kept his eyes locked on yours.
“Steve, no!” You pleaded, watching Steve in your peripheral as he cornered you on the right.
Eddie moved quickly, the smirk never disappearing as you backed into Steve. Nowhere to run.
Eddie wrapped his arms around you, dragging you over to the pool’s edge. You fought against his grip, but your laughter made you too weak to truly fight back.
“Just can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” You teased through the laughter.
“It’s true,” he smiled, a little bit of genuineness leaking through his smirk.
And then you were falling into the pool, the ice cold water shocking you to your core as you flailed back to the surface.
When you broke the surface, you heard the faint chuckles of the rest of the group as you gasped.
“Oh my gosh it’s FREEZING!” You yelled out.
You swam to the edge, crossing your arms on the pavement and resting your ahead on top of them. You looked up at Eddie as he put on sunscreen.
He caught your gaze. “Hey there,” he smiled.
“Hey there,” you smiled back, melting inside a little. He turned to put down the sunscreen, and you caught a glimpse of the back of his neck, where a streak of sunscreen hadn’t been rubbed in.
“Eddie, you missed a spot.”
He looked back at you, and you pointed to where it would be if it were on you. He reached to rub it in, and missed it completely.
“Here I got it,” Robin said, standing from where she’d been to help.
“I can get it,” Eddie replied quickly, trying again. He still didn’t get it.
Robin sighed and swiped her fingers across the back of his neck, rubbing in the sunscreen.
Eddie yelped, before breaking into giggles.
Robin flinched away, but then her eyes lit up with realization. “Are you ticklish, Munson?”
You watched Eddie carefully, and were delighted to see the crimson blush growing on his face. “No comment,” he said bashfully, and then cannonballed into the pool next to you.
After wiping the water from your eyes, you splashed Eddie. Next to jump in was Steve, then Robin, and finally Nancy.
Nobody said anything else about that interaction between Robin and Eddie, but you filed it away for later, when it was just you and Eddie in his car, dry clothes on, hair wet with the smell of chlorine and sunscreen, and each of you sipping on a freshly bought soda.
You’d both said your “good nights” to the group, and decided you didn’t want to say goodbye to each other just yet, Eddie finding his way to the park.
“It’s a good night to see the stars,” you’d remarked, and he’d been quick to grab the blankets out of his trunk.
So here you were, laying on a blanket in the grass with Eddie Munson, hands intertwined as the stars above Hawkins glimmered.
And he just had to ruin it.
“Hey, remember that time we were out here and you thought you saw a shooting star? But it was actually just a plane?” He teased.
“If there was a real shooting star here right now, I’d wish for a way to make you quit teasing me like you do,” you responded, covering your face with the hand that had previously been holding his.
“No you wouldn’t.”
“Yes I would.”
“No you wouldn’t”
You moved your hand off your face, only to find yourself nose to nose with Eddie, who’d shifted onto his side to be looking right at you. He knew exactly how to catch you off guard, and make you -
“You’re blushing again, dork,” he grinned.
You pushed his face away, shifting to sit up and face him.
“I may be a dork,” you sing songed, “But at least I’m not a ticklish dork.”
Eddie didn’t have a chance to defend himself before you squeezed the back of his neck. He shrunk into himself immediately.
“Aw, look at the little turtle,” you laughed, Eddie batting at your hands. “And there we go! You’re blushing!”
You laid back down confidently, placing your arms behind your head and looking up at the stars once more.
“It’s nice to have a way to tease you too, you know,” you stated.
A minute passed in silence, and then another. Just when you began to get suspicious, you felt Eddie settle himself onto your hips.
“HeEY,” you exclaimed, the weight catching you off guard. “At least take me out to dinner first.”
He looked down at you, and struck suddenly, squeezing your sides once. You jumped at the sensation, immediately pulling your hands down from behind your head to pull his hands away.
“What was that about NOT being a ticklish dork?” he teased.
“Eds, no. Please you don’t have tohoho DOHOHO THIHIHIHIS!”
Eddie didn’t even let you finish pleading, his hands quickly shifting to claw at the center of your stomach. He alternated between light and heavier tickles, dragging his fingers over your stomach and then shaking his hand in a claw shape.
“Oh you’re so much worse than I am,” he chuckled. “I do wonder, though. Is your neck ticklish too?”
“NOHOHO ihihihit’s not leave me alohohohone,” you giggled, swatting away his hands as they tried to move to your neck.
“Well this won’t do,” he stated, grabbing your wrists in one of his hands to pin them behind your head. “Much better.”
“For whohoho?”
You’d never hated Eddie’s guitar playing before, but today? You had a reason. His delicate but deliberate touches were unbearable, his fingers skating under your chin and gliding up beneath your ear, bringing out squeaks you’d never heard yourself make before. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“How did I not know about this?” he wondered aloud.
“It’s not something I usually voluntEER EDDIE NO!”
His hand had slipped behind your head, tickling the spot that had turned him into a turtle earlier.
“Eddie, yes!” He responded.
“PLehehehease MOHOHOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!”
“As you wish.”
His hand stopped and he released your arms as you caught your breath. When you looked up at him, he was staring at you, his eyes soft.
“Whahat?” you giggled.
“You’re just... so beautiful.”
“Ugh.” You covered your face again, hiding the ever persistent blush. “You can’t just say stuff like that to me!”
“Why not?”
You stayed quiet, still hidden.
“Why not, Y/N?”
You mumbled something in response, but it was muffled by your hands.
Unrelenting squeezes to your sides brought your hands back down again, wheezing laughter being forced from your lips as ticklish shocks raced through your torso.
“OKAY OKAHAY OKAY!”
He stopped.
“You cahahan’t say stuff like that because it makes me blush.”
“Good. That’s the point, you goof.”
“Yeah, but it’s embarassing!”
“No it’s not. It’s adorable.”
You groaned again, a reluctant smile on your face. “It’s like you took a class on how to tease me or something. It’s the worst!”
“Embarassing Y/N 101.” Eddie began poking your stomach again. “Lesson #1 - tickling.”
He sent you into another fit of giggles.
“No matter how much Y/N protests, she’ll never outright tell you to stop because she loves it.”
I finally had some inspiration. There’s not a lot of tickling in this one because I’m trying to set that up for the next part, which I don’t have time to write right now. Hope you like it!
You knew that Luke had told Leia about his... revelation after your lightsaber instruction. How?
Well, it had maybe been a day since Luke had absolutely tickled you into oblivion. You’d been relaxed in the lounge of the Milennium Falcon again, laying across the padded bench with your eyes closed, when you’d felt a weight settle on your waist.
The mischevious glint in Leia’s eyes and the indignant scowl told you her purpose before she’d even said it.
“How have I never known you were ticklish?!”
Leia made up for it with the kind of dedication you knew was typical of her. By the time she was done with you, she knew every ticklish bone in your body and promised to never let you forget it.
The next few weeks weren’t as fun, preparing for the trip to Naboo to deal with the unrest following the disbanding of the Empire. You, Han, Chewie, Luke and Leia were choosing to deal with it yourselves, rather than send another squad of Republic fighters. The first had been greatly unprepared for the numbers they’d faced, and your group was used to the odds being against them.
The perk to this trip? Camping in Naboo. The nature there was gorgeous, and it brought you back to fond memories of climbing trees with Leia on Alderaan, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ships coming in to port.
“So were you just hoping to hide and get out of helping set up the tents?” Luke called up to you and Leia, who’d climbed a tree just minutes after your arriving at the campsite. Chewie let out what you’d come to recognize as a Wookie grunt of complaint, and you watched as he and Han struggled to get the tents upright.
“Kinda?” You shrugged back at Luke, Leia already swinging her legs around to descend back down the tree.
“We know you boys are incapable of anything without us, but really Han? Defeated by a tent?” Leia teased, lowering herself back onto the grass.
“Yeah, you can make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs, but a tent-”
You felt your stomach drop before you did, the branch you were using to lower yourself snapping and giving way before you could grab another.
“Y/N!” you heard Luke exclaim as Leia knelt beside you. You’d missed her in your fall and landed flat on your back, knocking the wind out of your lungs.
“Breathe,” Leia coaxed, bringing your arms up above your head to help you get in some air.
“I’ll be... fine.. in a second,” you whispered.
Luke offered you a hand after a moment, pulling you into a sitting position as Leia worked on pulling a few stray leaves out of your hair.
“Did you take the whole tree with you?” she joked, moving on to plucking some out of the knitted top you wore for warmth. She plucked one off your side, and you jolted away from the touch, a slight smile on your face.
Leia hummed, a knowing look gracing her features as she looked at the faint blush on your cheeks.
“Stop it,” you whined, hiding your face in your hands.
“Here, let me help you Leia,” Luke chuckled. You swatted at him as he moved his hands quickly to evade yours, sneaking in pokes and pinches to your sides as Leia removed other leaves from your top.
“You’re bohohoth the worst,” you giggled as they helped you up, looking over to where Han and Chewie were unabashedly watching.
“So you both knew about Y/N’s only apparent weakness, and didn’t want to share with Chewie and me?” Han quipped, letting go of the tent, only for the fabric to fall the other way and engulf Chewie.
“Ooo, you’re in for it now,” Luke pretended to whisper. “Wookies are practically tickle monsters, Y/N.”
I’m still here! Haven’t written practically anything recently, I’ve had a lot going on. But I’ve also been gathering more ideas :) Hope to write another story soon. Stay warm out there!!
TICKLE FIC BELOW.... Finally wrote something lol. It may be trash though.
“Oh my gohohosh,” you laughed, wiping a tear of laughter from your eye. “You all are sohoho stupid.”
“Are not!” Eddie protested, shoving Steve. “He’s the only stupid one. You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it before—“
You were laughing so hard you almost didn’t see Nancy pick up the phone. She looked concerned, and waved at you to get your attention.
“It’s your mom,” she whispered, cupping a hand over the mouthpiece. “She doesn’t sound happy.”
You grimaced. You’d had a feeling your mom wasn’t thrilled recently, with life, with you, with all of it. This wasn’t likely to end well.
“Hey mom,” you started, taking the phone from Nancy and smiling as she gave you a sympathetic nod before rejoining the boys conversation. “I was planning on coming home in a few, what’s up?”
“Oh, wow. Finally coming home, huh? To do what? You didn’t do the dishes before you left, I doubt you’ll do them when you come back. No no, enjoy your time with your friends, why do anything for your mom, right?”
“You never… you never asked me to do the dishes…”
“I feel pretty sure I did, Y/N.”
“I’ll do them when I get home, I promise, okay? What did you need?”
“Well, an apology would be nice.”
You let out an inaudible sigh.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do the dishes, okay? Is that all?”
“No. I need you to take your brother to and from school tomorrow. I’ve got a meeting early and I won’t be able to.”
“But Mom, I told you last week I had that conference this weekend I’d been wanting to go to. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow morning.”
“I don’t remember you saying that.”
“Well,” your voice cracked, frustration tightening your chest. “I did. I can’t take Sam tomorrow.”
“You can, and you will. It’s just a conference, you can afford to be a little late.”
Silence. You tried to breathe, purposefully not looking at your friends who were pretending not to be listening to you.
“No.”
Now it was your mom’s turn to be silent for a moment.
“No?! Are you kidding me right now, Y/N L/N? What, so I can never rely on you for anything now? Living your own life, without your family, being an IDIOT with your friends—“
“That’s NOT what I’m saying. I’m just saying—“
“I think that’s exactly what you’re saying.”
“Well, then I guess that’s your fault.”
You hung up the receiver, staring at it blankly as you breathed heavily, a sob slowly lodging in your throat. You looked up at your friends, back at the phone.
It was too hot in this basement.
Quickly, you walked up the stairs and fumbled with the front door handle. The cool autumn night air gave you clarity, for only a moment, before you broke down.
It was the kind of crying that you couldn’t control, created by pent up frustration and wild crazy emotions that raged and beat against your chest.
You were exhausted.
You were relieved.
You… couldn’t believe you’d hung up on her.
She was going to yell when you got home.
The tears slowed, replaced by the dread and guilt that ate away at your gut. And you hated it.
Slowly, but surely, you wiped your eyes on your sleeves and steadied your breathing. You’d have hours to cool off and so would she. You’d get home, do the dishes, and everything would be fine.
You hoped.
A quiet conversation had started in the basement in your absence, and you did your best to ignore the way it paused when you went back downstairs, your face splotchy and eyes red.
Sinking down into the couch, you stared at the rug until the patterns made no more sense.
“Hey, Y/N. Did you get tickets?” Steve asked. Robin sighed and facepalmed, but genuinely confused, you fell for it.
“To what?”
“To the gun show,” he and Eddie both chimed, comically flexing their biceps and wagging their eyebrows.
You huffed out some air, a weak smile surfacing, but no more.
“Aw come on, that was a good one,” Steve whined, scooching over so he was sitting in the floor in front of you.
“Sorry,” you shrugged. You were tired, and all your emotions just felt kind of... dimmed. It really had been funny, but you just didn’t want to laugh.
Eddie plopped himself beside you on the couch. “Did I ever tell you about the time I played with a band in the middle school talent show?”
“No,” you responded at the same time Robin chimed, “Yes.” She then quickly corrected herself, saying, “But it’s been a while.”
“Well,” Eddie began, leaning in towards you. “It all started because...”
Eddie began detailing the story of how their drummer had managed to flip a drumstick into his own eye just minutes before the talent show, and how he’d forced the drummer to wear an eyepatch they’d found in the theatre department.
It was a funny story. Really. But you just didn’t laugh.
You saw Eddie’s eyes reflect a sort of defeat as his voice faded, ending his story. You felt bad. You knew they were trying to cheer you up, but it just wasn’t working.
And then Nancy rested her chin on your head from her position behind you, and you felt the tears spring into your eyes again.
Why couldn’t you just be happy for your friends?
Unbeknownst to you, Robin had seen the way your face fell, and quickly sprang to action, doing the one thing she knew never failed to lighten your mood.
Scaring Steve.
He’d been in the middle of describing the massive poster Dustin had made for some project, his arms up and out in the air. Robin launched herself forward, her hands landing on Steve’s sides and squeezing rapidly.
“--and I said, DustINAHAHAHAHA! ROBIN!”
You couldn’t help it. A smile fought it’s way onto your face, as did a small blush.
Robin relented quickly, her mission accomplished, ruffling Steve’s hair as she pulled away.
“Whahat the hell, Buckley?”
“Sorry Steve, but it was the only way to make Y/N smile,” Robin laughed.
“If you wanted to make them smile, why did you tickle me?”
Your blush grew as Steve and Robin paused, stared at each other, and then turned to look at you.
“He’s got a point, Y/N. What do you say? You gonna laugh for us?”
“Ihihi-- I can’t juhuhust laugh on command,” you stammered, giggling a little.
“Well,” Steve smirked. “What are friends for?”
Steve grabbed your feet from where they rested on the couch, pulling you down into the floor quickly with him and Robin, who had you corned in the crook of the wraparound couch.
“Where should we start?” Steve asked. Robin opened her mouth to respond, but Steve shushed her, looking directly at you. “I’m not asking you, Buckley. I’m asking you, Y/N.”
“Nowhere?” you shrugged, eyes glancing at where his hands rested on your knees, then wrapping your arms over your stomach and sides.
“Bingo,” Robin sang.
Suddenly, Eddie’s hands were grabbing your own, pulling them up and out of the way just long enough for Steve and Robin to begin their work.
You screeched when Steve zeroed in on your sides, squeezing them rapidly like Robin did to him. Meanwhile, Robin was spidering her fingers over your midsection, throwing random pokes you tried desperately to block now that Eddie had released your hands again.
“NAHAHA STAHAHAP!”
“Mmmmm.... no,” Steve teased, his hands spidering up from your sides and onto your neck, making you squeak and sink downwards, your head getting closer and closer to the floor.
“Aww, how nice of you, Y/N. Making it easier for us to tickle you,” Robin chuckled, straddling your waist.
“GEHEHET OFF!”
Steve leaned in, brushing your hair out of your eyes. He looked at you calculatingly as you giggled and flinched away from the ticklish hands. He tilted his head, and grinned.
“They were outside for what? Five minutes?”
“Yeah, about that,” Nancy chimed.
“Well then, I’d say five minutes of sad pouty Y/N deserves five minutes of giggles and tickles Y/N, right?”
“IHIHIHIHI’LL DIEHIEHIE!” You protested through laughter, attempting to curl in on yourself as Robin shook her hands into the center of your stomach.
“Of happiness!” Eddie added, unhelpfully.
You didn’t die. But you sure did laugh a lot more the rest of the evening.
Summary: As the couple grows more comfortable with physical affection, Inej finds out that Kaz is ticklish. Instead of striking then and there, she promises to remember that information for later, putting him on edge. (For Day #1 of @august-anon’s Tickletober prompts!! Warnings for non-graphic mentions of both Kaz and Inej’s canon trauma. Enjoy!!)
Slowly but surely, Kaz and Inej were growing used to physical touch. It started with holding hands, first with his gloves, and then without. The first time they hugged, it had ended in mutual panic, but they had since gotten the hang of that, too. They even managed to kiss on occasion, but it was saved only for special moments, like when Inej first docked her ship back in Ketterdam after a few months away, or when she was about to set off to sea once again.
They could share a bed as long as they used separate blankets. Sometimes they woke up cuddled together, and most times, it didn’t put their mornings off to a bad start.
Inej’s issue was more with being touched, but she didn’t mind doing the touching. It made her feel in control of the situation. A reminder of her freedom. Kaz was the opposite; if someone else was touching him, he could feel the heat of their skin, the movement of their body, their pulse. Proof of life.
And so, Kaz kept his hands to himself and offered himself up for Inej to initiate touch, as long as he knew what she planned to do. First, she wanted to play with his hair, which he had enjoyed immensely. Then, she tried pressing soft kisses to each of his knuckles, bruised after a fight. It had been such a tender moment, Kaz could have cried.
Before her last departure, she had asked to try massaging his shoulders.
