Hello hello everyone! My name is Olivia, but I would prefer to be called Liv or Livie. I am updating this on 2/4/25 (February 4th, 2025) because I’m so bored and I needed an update lol. I’m 19 y/o, and my birthday is the 30th of March. If this isn’t updated again after then, assume I’m 20 lol. I am very keen on making friends so please feel free to dm me here or any of my social medias (which I will be listing below) as long as you’re not over like.. 25 or under like… 16.
If you do decide to dm me, I do have a few rules! Once again, please be younger than 25 but also older than 16, just for my own comfort. I am happily taken, so please do not come to me trying to flirt (unless we know each other personally and it’s playful and funny). If you dm me wanting to rp, tell me you want to rp so we can set up a plot and characters and such! I’m in many fandoms and I have many OC’s that I am more than willing to write for! You can do me here, on discord at _spo0kygir1_, or on Instagram at _spo0kygir1_
Speaking of rp, I will list my rules and fandoms here! My rules for rp are pretty straight forward and easy to follow for most.
My rules:
Please ask before rping with me, don’t just start an rp
I don’t self insert. I have plenty of OC’s and I’m happy to do a fandom rp!
No inappropriate pairings (minor x adult, incest, stepdad x stepdaughter, etc)
I’m willing to write as a canon character or one of my OC’s (please ask about my OC’s cuz I love talking about them)
I’m willing to do oc x oc, oc x cc double ups, or cc x cc pairings, but I prefer b x b or b x g
I am STRICTLY sfw. I will not do nsfw, especially not with a minor (anyone under 18) who is rping with me
Please don’t try to control my character, just let the rp flow! Also, don’t have an OP (over powered) character. Like.. don’t be like “oh my oc is actually immortal and has literally power in existence” cuz that’s dumb and stupid and not fun
Speaking of fun, my last rule is make the rp fun for the both of us! Make it interesting! Make it silly and goofy!!
Some fandoms I am in include:
Stranger Things (mostly Steve and Eddie, but anyone is fine!)
FNAF:SB (especially the daycare attendants!!)
Sally Face (ESPECIALLY Larry <33!)
Undertale (pretty much anyone/any AU)
Creepypasta (Eyeless Jack and Jeff the Killer!!)
My Hero Academia (mostly Katsuki, but anyone is fine!!!)
Poppy Playtime (literally anyone except Poppy herself they’re all so cute and I love all of them)
Welcome Home (Barnaby, Frank, and Howdy are my absolute favorites <333)
and some others that I currently can’t think of (will list more as they come up)
I also have plenty of OC’s to choose from, or I can make a new one custom to the plot!
With that, I think that’s it! Thank you for reading and taking your time to learn a tiny bit about me!!! Have a good day/afternoon/evening/night!! <33
I need an rp partner I NEED AN RP PARTNER I NEED AN RP PARTNERRRRR *kicks and pounds ground like toddler throwing a tantrum* I NEED AN RP PARTNER!!!!!
I’ve been OBSESSED with Stranger Things after I rewatched it and I want someone who will rp with me 😭😭😭
I would love a Dustin or an Eddie if someone wants to dm me or add my discord. We can double up oc x cc or we can do cc x cc, and we also don’t have to be plot accurate. We can do tk content or not depending on how we’re feeling in the rp!!
PLEASE SOMEONE RP WITH MEEEE 😭
(I realize I seem very desperate and it’s because I 100% am /j)
RAGGEDY ANN AND ANDY!!! The 1977 musical adventure quite literally has like a 4 minute long tk scene and in the 1980s broadway show Andy has insane let potential!!! Where are yall???
tbh when they first introduced eddie’s character, i thought i was gonna hate his guts and then he opened his big stupid mouth and walked around with that stupid little waist and now i’d do anything for him
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?”
A/N: Thank you for this request! This is based off of the TikTok POV where Eddie, Steve and the reader are a trio of friends.
Word count: 1395
Summary: Eddie and Steve want the homework answers but the reader is reluctant to give them.
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It was quiet in the lunch hall at Hawkins High. Unsurprisingly though as you had a free period so most people would be in lessons. You decided to take this quiet time to study for the upcoming exams so you plonked yourself on a bench at a lunch table where you could work.
“Hey Y/N….” Steve sang, sliding in next to you on the bench.
“Hey Steeeve,” you sang back. “Where have you been?”
“Oh I went to get some food. The service is much quicker when you’re the only one up there. Whatcha doing?”
“Studying.”
“But the exams aren’t for ages yet!”
“I know, but if I don’t start now then I never will.”
“Hey, have you done the math homework yet?”
“Well considering it’s due tomorrow morning, yes.”
Steve shuffled closer to you.
“Can I help you?” You asked.
“Y/N….” he sang again. You looked at him and found he had a pleading look on his face.
“Oh no, absolutely not,” you replied. He opted for the puppy eyes and wobbling bottom lip.
“Don’t you dare use that face on me. It’s not happening,” you turned in the opposite direction but found Eddie sliding down the bench towards you.
“Hey Y/N…” he also sang.
“Not a chance, boys.”
“Please can we have the homework answers,” Eddie said, also pulling the puppy eyes.
“No way. You guys had plenty of time to do the homework.”
“Yeah but you’re smart…we’re not…” Steve replied, leaning in closer.
“Stop that right now,” you tried to avoid both of their pleading gazes.
“Pretty please,” Steve begged.
“No.”
“Please?” Eddie poked your ribs. You squirmed slightly.
“Please?” Steve repeated, poking your ribs on the other side.
“Guys…” you warned, biting back a giggle.
“Please?” *poke* “Please?” *poke*
“Guhuys noho!” You started twisting in your seat.
“Pretty please?” Eddie gave a double poke to your ribs.
“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” Steve scratched at your ribs.
“Alrihight alright!” You squealed, squirming. “The answers are in my locker. Let me grab them.”
“I knew that would work!” Eddie exclaimed, tasering your ribs once more. You shrieked and bashed him on the head before standing up and climbing over the bench.
“I’ll be right back.” You collected your stuff together, put your bag on your back….and ran for your life.
“Hey!” The boys yelled, falling over the bench as they attempted to chase you.
“She’s getting away!” Steve cried.
“No shit, Harrington!” Eddie replied.
You ran out of the doors and towards the back field. It was one of the quietest spots in school…but not for long.
You looked over your shoulder and found Eddie and Steve were much closer than you anticipated, so you started weaving in between trees to slow them down but they were so much faster than you were.
“Get her, Steve!” Were the last words you heard Eddie yell before Steve grabbed you and tackled you to the ground, your backpack flying off of your back in the process.
“STEHEVE!” You screamed as he pinned you down on the ground, your arms above your head whilst sitting on your waist.
“We demand answers!” He yelled before going straight in for the kill and blowing a raspberry in your neck. You screamed loudly and banged your feet on the floor. As you looked up through your tear-filled eyes, you could just about make out Eddie standing next to you with his arms folded and a huge smirk across his face.
“You really thought you could mess with us?” He asked. You couldn’t answer as Steve blew raspberry after raspberry on your neck whilst his hair tickled your ear. “You are so cute when you’re being tickled,” Eddie grinned at you.
“Are you gonna help me or what?” Steve said, letting go of your arms and shooting his hands in your armpits. You bellowed out a scream which made Eddie giggle.
“Of course, Harrington. Why would I pass on such an opportunity?” Eddie snaked his arms in between Steve’s and used his ridiculously quick fingers to attack your tummy.
“GUHUHYS NOHOHOHO!” You kicked your legs as you could hardly move your arms that were trapping Steve’s wiggling fingers.
“Give us the homework answers!” Steve demanded, moving one hand down to attack your ribs.
“AHAHAHABSOLUTLY NOHOHOT!!”
Steve and Eddie shot each other a smirk.
“Very well,” Eddie replied. He lifted your top up slightly and started squeezing your sides as he bent down to blow a raspberry on your tummy. Steve jumped slightly at the scream you let out because of this.
“Jesus, Munson. When did you learn about that spot?”
“When she decided to steal my Metallica cassette,” Eddie bent down and blew another raspberry which elicited the same shrill scream from you.
“I’ve got her covered up here, you get her feet,” Eddie instructed.
“NONONONONONONO!” You pleaded.
“Give us the homework answers or this is going to get so much worse for you….” Eddie teased.
“NEVER!”
“Oh sweetheart, you are far too ticklish to argue with us. Steve, get her.”
Steve had removed your shoes and was pinning your socked feet to the floor. Eddie stopped tickling your upper body just so he could appreciate the noise you were about to make.
Steve quickly spidered his fingers alternatively up and down your soles and you let out such an inhumane scream that Eddie couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.
“That’s the laugh I love,” he teased, going back to squeezing your sides and tickling your tummy.
Steve held your toes back on one foot and tickled your toes, the pad just beneath them and your sole all at once with his big hand. Thankfully, you were far enough away from the school that no one could hear your screams…hopefully.
“One last chance, sweetheart. Are you gonna give us the answers?” Eddie asked. You couldn’t speak but shook your head violently.
“Someone really does want to be tickled,” Eddie moved his quick fingers up and down your sides, across your tummy and ribs, and occasionally into your armpits. Your arms weren’t pinned down but you were far too weak from laughing to push his hands away. You couldn’t even kick your legs with Steve sat on them, torturing your feet. You managed to draw in one big breath before screaming:
“I GIHIHIVE!”
You immediately fell into silent laughter and both the boys stopped instantly.
“You okay?” Eddie asked. He always got slightly concerned that they had taken the tickling too far. You nodded breathlessly and smiled at him. He gave a small, relieved smile back.
“Alright missy, are you gonna give us the answers?” Steve asked, very lightly tickling your feet.
“Yehehes! Plehease stohop!” You giggled, trying to kick your feet away.
“Good. See, that wasn’t so hard was it? Now, we’re gonna escort you to your locker this time so you don’t try and escape,” Steve said, getting off of your legs.
“No need,” you breathed out, pointing at your backpack. “They’re in there.”
Eddie and Steve shot each other a look.
“Y/N. You mean to tell us they were with you this whole time?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded.
“So you could’ve just reached into your bag and pulled them out?” Steve asked. You nodded again. The boys shared another look before raising a single eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened as the realisation dawned on you.
“Wait…no…I can’t…”
“Sure you can. Clearly you wanted to be tickled if you went to all that effort to run away in the first place,” Eddie put his hands on his hips, still sitting on your waist. You went bright red.
“We know you enjoy it Y/N,” Steve said. You went even redder. “So I think we should keep tickling you.”
Eddie leaned in close to your ear. “...forever…” he whispered, making you giggle.
“Any final words?” Steve asked.
“Metallica aren’t that great?” You said, giggling as you caught Eddie’s ‘I’m so gonna get you’ face.
“Why you cheeky little…” Eddie went straight in with the quick side squeezes and you shrieked loudly. Steve helped by pulling your arms above your head and sitting on them so he could tickle your underarms and neck.
“I think the homework can wait a few more hours..” Eddie winked at Steve before they both went in for a full on tickle attack.
Hi so I saw you would take a few MHA requests. I am in need of some ler!Kiri and lee!Baku where they’re just chillin and cuddling, and Kiri’s in that “hehe imma be a gremlin” type moods and absolutely wrecks Baku’s shit. Literally any cuddle position.
(You can 100% skip this is you feel the need. I just think it would be cute. Lol)
Unconventional Ice Breakers and Equally Unconventional Comfort Methods
Eddie Munson x Introvert!ND!Reader
SFW; angsty to fluffy, lots of comfort, new friends to lovers energy, reader has ADHD + Autism
Words: 7883 (oops- jesusfuck- 💀)
Summary: After moving back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, you find yourself connecting with a former classmate of yours that you didn't get to talk to during your time at Hawkins High. As you two come to realize how much you have in common, you open up to him about being a college dropout. In classic Eddie Munson fashion, he seeks to cheer you up and encourages you not to be ashamed.
Warnings: Non-graphic description of past depression + su*c*dal feelings (Though there's nothing explicitly detailed, please do not read if it might trigger you. Your wellbeing comes before a story on tumblr), mild diss*ciation, w33d usage is mentioned by both reader and Eddie (please skip if that makes you uncomfortable. There will be plenty of Eddie content that doesn't mention w33d), fear of failure, self doubt and shame, lots of cussing (as per usual), Eddie being his obnoxious dramatic self <3, fluffy tickles (this is a tickle fic after all which is really no surprise on this blog AHHSHDHF /lh) and lots of comfort, not canon-compliant
DISCLAIMER: The reader in this story is the same age as Eddie and has a mullet hairstyle, but it is neverspecified that their hair is a specific texture or type (being inclusive of fellow Black fic readers is my top priority) It's whatever style of mullet you want it to be. Hell, it could even be a wig! However you want it to look, is how it looks. All of the reader's experiences are inspired by my own experiences as an ND person (and my personal experience being a college dropout, though I am NOT explicitly telling my personal story here). Not everyone who's ND acts how the reader in this story acts. This story is not meant to romanticize mental health struggles, nor make light of how people find ways to stay afloat in the midst of them. (As someone who's been through my own mental health battles, my only hope is that people can find comfort in this story and be reminded that there's a calm after the storm). Also, I'm still not as familiarized with D&D as I want to be (my introvert self needs to find a group to play with), so in this fic, just envision Eddie is acting like he's straight out of a cheesy 80s fantasy movie when his theatrics jump out later in the fic, because he would absolutely watch those films.
*Spoilers for Stranger Things 4 (both volumes) under the cut*
You'd been standing frozen as you stared at the pathway that led to the front door of your childhood home, holding the last box of your valuables, yet to be carried inside. The house had received a fresh coat of paint, soft yellow in color, and in the window, you could catch a glimpse of the banner your loved ones had hung up in the living room.
~WELCOME HOME!~
the banner read, but you didn't feel welcome... The idea of that final trek up to the steps, felt akin to preparing to take the walk of shame. It was a shame you couldn't shake from your head. Despite your family being more than understanding, despite them, in a time where being misunderstood was running rampant like a plague, the shame you felt, the shame your mind haunted you with, would not shake.
The ringing in your ears, brought about by the complete silence that surrounded you, seemed so loud. It was so loud... so loud that you didn't even hear the rumbling engine of the van that had stopped on the street right behind you. As your eyes continued to stare forward, defocusing in the midst of your overthinking, you hadn't heard him calling out to you with concern lacing his voice.
The voice, now louder and closer, snapped you from your thoughts. "Hellooooo? Earth to strangerrrr!" You let out a shriek, body jumping violently before you whipped around and jumped a second time from how close he was, the box nearly slipping from your grip.
Before it could fall, another pair of hands were quick to steady it. You gazed at them, his fingertips nearly touching yours, and concluded that the silver rings that adorned them, along with the chain bracelet on one wrist and a watch on the other, seemed oddly familiar.
"I got you- it! I- got it- the box. Uh... Sorry about the scare. You were standing still an awwwfully long time. Are you good?"
"Y-Yeah... I-I'm... I'm okay..." The KISS shirt he was wearing caught your eye, though it was the black leather jacket and denim battle vest you knew you'd seen before. When you looked up at him to say thank you, the realization finally dawned on you. After the words left your lips, you were silent for a few seconds, gathering the courage to look into his eyes before you spoke again. "Eddie...? Eddie Munson, r-right...?"
Eddie's brows furrowed curiously, initially wondering how you knew his name. The gears stopped turning in his head and he let out a gasp that startled you briefly. He raised his hand with his finger already pointed. "Wait a minute... Do my eyes deceive me, or am I currently face-to-face with Y/N 'The Wallflower' L/N, the most brilliant mind, in the Hawkins class of '84, who's sporting a mullet~?"
"W-Wallflower!? I... Is that what people called me...?"
Eddie chuckled and shook his head. "Noho! Nooooo~ I never heard anyone call you that, don't worry. I-I didn't mean that as a bad thing, promise. You were just... as quiet as a church mouse in school, and I- maybe heard you talk loudly like- once, so..." he shrugged, making sure you had a steady hold on the box before he crossed his arms and let his hands rest beneath his shoulders.
"...the mullet does look nice. Suits you. A lot, actually."
"Thank you." You hummed in acknowledgement, setting the box down beside you, rocking back and forth on your heels as you tried to think of what to say. The silence was painfully awkward, and your often very quiet neighborhood did little to ease the tension.
Eddie opted to make another attempt at breaking the ice. "Have we- ever actually spoken to each other? Like, before now?"
"I..." you knit your brows as you pondered. You couldn't think back to a single time you two had spoken, and Eddie, who already knew the answer, was chuckling. "N-No... We dihidn't! Wait! Hohow?"
"Sahahame age, same grade, eheven had quite a few classes together, buhut we never had a conversation. Funny, isn't it?" He smiled impishly and leaned a little closer, his expression growing serious and his voice lowering in volume. "Were you afraid of me~?"
Were you? Had you been? Was he mad? Annoyed? The question gave you butterflies, and you quickly shook your head in a slight panic, worried he was truly upset with you as you struggled to read his tone. "What? No! I... I wasn't afraid, I just..." Your words trailed off upon seeing that he was laughing again.
"IhIhI'm just teasing you~"
You could feel your face growing a little warm from embarrassment, eyes darting down to the pavement as you tugged on your sleeves. "Right... right... Sorry..."
Eddie tilted his head sideways as he waited for you to look up again, offering you a warm and reassuring smile, his hair beginning to fall in front of his face. You couldn't help but return it, before looking down at the box on the ground. "You back in town to stay? Or are you just visiting?"
The shame that had been churning in your stomach several minutes before, that for a short amount of time, lay dormant, bubbled up to the front of your mind again. "I... Um... I'm back in town to stay..." You were hoping he didn't ask you to elaborate further. Much to your relief, he didn't.
"Wellll, would you maybe... wanna catch up, or something? At some point? Y'know? IhI say catch up, when really we'd finally be getting acquainted. Maybe we can actually get to know each other?"
Eddie's question caught you off guard, and in the process, briefly interrupted your shame, and as your body responded to the sudden joy, you began to bounce on your heels. "Yeah! I-I'd uh... I'd like that, actually."
Your eyes seemed as though they'd lit up when Eddie caught a glimpse of them. He'd seen you happy stim before when you were in school together, but he'd never seen the endearing sight so vividly. His smile morphed into a grin and he nodded.
"Cool! Alright!" He clapped before pointing at you as he began to move backward toward his van, cussing when he nearly lost his balance upon stepping off the curb. "What do you say- SHIT! What do you say, we go grab some food tomorrow or something? I could pick you up. Maybe around four?"
"F-Four... yeah... Sounds like a plan!" You gave a rather awkward thumbs up, and Eddie laughed as he returned the gesture from his spot in the front seat, before giving a quick wave as he began to drive off. As your brain started to catch up with everything that had just happened, you blinked a few times, and took a breath before picking up the box.
You can do this... Last box... Your family's excited to see you... They're still proud of you... You're hanging out with someone tomorrow... You can do this... No shame... no shame...
Those words echoed in your head repeatedly. With one final inhale and exhale, you walked up the concrete pathway, and up your front steps.
***
Your eyes felt heavy as you attempted to talk yourself out of bed the following morning. You'd been surprised with your favorite dinner and dessert combo the previous night, which you accepted with hesitance. Not even your comfort foods could take your mind off of the impact of what you saw as your biggest failure. The sudden ringing of your morning alarm, made you violently flinch and scramble to hit the snooze. You'd woken up a mere three minutes before it had been set to go off.
Throughout the day, you felt as though you were losing yourself. It was as if your mind lagged behind your body. All you could think about, as you looked in the mirror and didn't quite see yourself looking back at you, was one word... failure... As time continued to tick by, you silently got ready, since somehow, you'd done nothing but blink and suddenly four in the afternoon was fast approaching. A soft, collared sweater was your top of choice, with comfy shorts of a soothing fabric.
"So, I ran into Wayne Munson at the market the other day." A family member said from the kitchen as you slowly put your shoes on. "Y/N, didn't you go to school with his nephew, honey?"
At first, the question went through one ringing ear and out the other, but after a few seconds, you registered the statement.
"Y-Yeah... yeah... Um... I'm hanging out with Eddie today."
"Oh? Old school friends catchin' up? IhI'm not teasing, I'm genuinely curious."
You finished tying your shoes and stood up to grab your bag, settling your building anxiety by pinching the fabric of your sweater sleeve between two fingers. "We never actually spoke in high school... S-So, I guess you'd call it new friends getting to know each other... right?"
"I'd say so," your relative said with a smile on her face. "You put that rock I gave you back in your bag, right? The... what was it called...? Sensory rock?
"I got it before I came back downstairs. Thank you for the reminder." Your body jolted with a burst of adrenaline upon hearing the knock at the door. It hadn't been loud, or obnoxious, but your hypersensitivity was in full swing and it left you jumpy.
Eddie was all smiles when you opened the door, and gave a little wave with his hand as he greeted you. "Hihi. Ready to go?" The quiet thumping of your younger cousin running to the door had given you time to brace for them bumping into your leg.
"Mama! Are you and the rest of the grownups aware that a cute guy with funny hair is taking Y/N out?"
Eddie's brows knit together, but he began to chuckle. "Fuhunny hair?"
"They know! And I am a grownup!" You exclaimed quickly, shaking your cousin off of your leg and tugging at your sleeve as you moved to step outside with your former classmate.
An elderly family member guffawed from the living room, which travelled down the tall ceilings of the hallway. "Have fun, baby! Make sure Eddie says hello to his Uncle Wayne for me!"
"He knows my uncle?"
The answer to Eddie's question came seconds after he'd asked it far too quietly for anyone except you to have possibly heard him. "From work!"
"IhI will, love you all, bye!"
"You're gonna dip without introducing him?" Oh boy. You gave Eddie an apologetic look, but he only grinned as your little cousin led him to say hello to the rest of the house. You knew your family wasn't uptight or judgmental, nor did they buy into Satanic Panic, but still, your worries weren't eased right away. When Eddie ended up with an invitation to Friday's dinner and family game night, you knew right then and there that you'd had nothing to worry about after all.
Thirty minutes passed by, and when you'd actually stepped out the door to walk to Eddie's van, you took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be! Dohon't be. Your family's really kind." Eddie was smiling bright as could be, taking energetic and funky little strides toward the passenger side of the van, which he held open for you, offering his hand for support as you stepped inside.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure." Eddie hopped into the driver's side, resting his hand on the wheel. "So... This hangout is completely zero pressure and whatever you want to do, so... if you wanted to eat in somewhere, we could do that. If you want to get food to-go and just eat it wherever, I'm down."
The van was quiet as you pondered. "Um... C-Could we... Take our food to go...? And just be somewhere with less people...?"
"Absolutely, we can. You don't mind listening to Black Sabbath on the way, do you?"
Eddie's question had you smiling involuntarily, wrists shaking with suppressed joy. "Orchid is my fahavorite song."
His eyes widened, before his brow furrowed, head tilting in your direction, starting the car and pulling out a Black Sabbath cassette tape which he briefly fiddled with. "Are you telling me that not only is the Hawkins Wallflower sporting a mullet, but they're also a metalhead!?"
"Y-Yes...? Is that... a bad thing...?"
"No! No. IhIt's... it's wihihicked, actually! What uh, what other bands do you listen to?"
The entire time you were driving to get food, Eddie listened eagerly as you info-dumped about all the metal bands you listened to, and at one point, the two of you were head banging to Detroit Rock City, the music far too loud in your ears to be bothered by an elderly couple gaping in horror in the car next to yours.
Another half hour passed by after that, and as you held your food in your hands, the two of you trekked through the woods, venturing to your hangout spot of choice, Skull Rock. It was quiet enough, and oddly peaceful despite its eeriness. Despite the many moments of joy in the evening thus far had helped to distract you from your woes, they were still sitting at the back of your head. The ringing in your ears was still there. The pressures you felt were subconsciously building.
Eddie had been telling you about one of his concert experiences when the ringing became worse. He saw the way your stimming had changed, and recognized it as a sign of stress, one he'd noticed when your class was taking tests or if the room became too noisy.
"Hey. Y/N... are you alright?" It felt as though you were hearing Eddie from several feet away, instead of right next to him. You fiddled with your sensory rock, which sat in your open bag, and took a few seconds to ground yourself.
"Um... Y-Yeah... just... I know we're far from them now but... I was just, overwhelmed by big groups of people today... I-Including my family... I know that's mean to say..."
"Wehell, they love you, and you've definitely made them proud. They'll survive if you need a breather from thehem. I promise."
Made them proud... You didn't feel that way... not one bit... and it was eating away at you now...
"IhI... I don't know about that..."
"Are you kidding me? I can see in their eyes how proud they are!"
"They shouldn't be, Eddie... They really shouldn't." You could feel the pressure in your chest growing heavier the longer the conversation carried on. It became too much. You couldn't skirt around your guilt and shame any longer.
"What could you have possibly done that would make you think your family shouldn't be proud of you-"
"I didn't graduate!" Your outburst was just as surprising to you as it was to Eddie. He'd almost never heard you raise your voice above an indoor speaking level in school. "I-I'm so sorry... I... I didn't graduate college, Eddie."
Eddie smiled in disbelief at the sorrow in your eyes. "Thahat's okay-"
"No... No it isn't. Th-That's... This isn't okay..." You saw Eddie tilt his head in your peripheral vision.
"Do you... wanna talk about it...? Y/N...?"
"It's... so much, Eddie. I don't want to burden you with this. I-I... I really don't..."
You wanted to keep the shame to yourself. You wanted to. But you couldn't...
"Y/N. If you need someone to ramble to, about anything that's on your mind, I'm here. I'm sittin' right here, and I'm not going anywhere." The air was near silent, save for the distant sounds of birds calling to each other in trees, and the crunching of the grass beneath your shoes when you rocked your heels.
"I don't know what happened, Eddie... I... I fell behind in everything... The more time passed, the more I... the more I just..." The tears you had been fighting to hold back, the tears you had been trying to will away, to dry up and disappear, finally fell, and poured out in long streams down your cheeks. "The more I... thought th-that... things would be better... if... if I was gone..."
You hugged your own arms tightly and closed your eyes, too ashamed to look up at your former classmate while your body rocked back and forth.
"Y/N-"
"I spent everyday, of college... more high than sober... Every... hour... that I was awake, I was smoking weed," You rambled, leg bouncing rapidly and body moving in distress automatically. "I'm not ashamed of it, please don't think that I am... I'm not against marijuana usage or anything... I just... I wish it hadn't taken being high all the time, just to keep me here. It was... it... it was the only thing that kept me floating, when all I wanted to do, was s-sink."
Eddie was silent as he looked at you. Never in a million years would he have guessed you went through something like that. You'd always been hyper-vigilant about doing well in school, at one point a teacher even suggested asking you to tutor him. He'd had no clue how to approach you. Neither of you had even spoken to each other at that time.
He'd seen the brightness in your eyes the day you graduated. A student with highest distinction, accepted into your dream college and hopeful about the future, now broken and in tears with your future feeling like a lost cause. You realized he'd been looking at you, and you hastily wiped your eyes with a hollow laugh. "S-Some star student I turned out to be, right...? I... I only made it halfway..."
"Y/N-"
"I-I've embarrassed myself enough, Eddie... I don't... I don't know why you wanted to get to know me... This... This is me... I'm a college dropout... All my potential... it... it was wasted... It is wasted..."
Eddie couldn't let you continue on. "Can I tell you what I've been doing since you graduated, Y/N?" He waited until you looked up at him before he spoke again, and even then, he was silent for a few moments, wondering if what he said would provide you any comfort at all.
"E-Eddie...?"
"I've still been trying to pass senior year..."
"What...?"
Eddie leaned closer to elaborate. "Yeah... I was held back again. I'm the last person, who'd ever judge you for being a college dropout. You have nothing to prove, Y/N. You're... you're brilliant, alright?"
Your words came out louder than you'd meant them to through your pained sobbing. "No, I'M NOT! I-I'm not... I'm just living proof that church mice and wallflowers don't make it anywhere..."
Eddie's heart sank even more upon hearing those words leave your mouth. He began to wonder if that nickname had only hurt you more. In your peripheral vision, despite your tears blurring your sight, you saw Eddie offering a hand. With a deep breath, you took hold of it and squeezed it.
"I'm sorry, Y/N."
"For what, Eddie...? You didn't do anything wrong... I'm the failure here..."
"No, no... You're the farthest from a failure someone can be. I never meant to discourage or hurt you with those nicknames. If I'm responsible for shaking your confidence at all today, I'm sorry. You've been through enough and... I made that worse-"
"No, you didn't, Eddie. I swear, you didn't. I've... just spent a long time trying to keep myself hidden. I didn't want to be seen. I didn't want to be judged." You sniffled and wiped your eyes. "I'm just really surprised... I didn't expect to be seen by anybody... I-I really didn't expect it when you asked me to hang out, because it meant that you saw me... A-And maybe that scared me a little bit... But, I really don't mind the nicknames."
"Are you sure, Y/N?"
You nodded firmly, before lowering your head. "I guess... if anything... I-I'm... I'm embarrassed that you ever had to see me like this, Eddie..."
"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Eddie saw your eyes water and quickly assured you he wasn't mad at you. "Wh-What I'm trying to say is... damn it... Have you seen me, Y/N? I can't tell you how many times I've felt the way you feel... You're looking at the guy who's barely about to, maybe, finally pass senior year and graduate. The obnoxious nerdy 'freak' who carries the weed he deals in his fucking lunch box. You will never, ever, hear any kind of shame, from me, toward you... 'Kay...?"
"Eddie... don't... you don't have to..."
"I'm not gonna give you the chance to feel embarrassed about crying in front of me!" Eddie argued. "So, come on! What's it gonna take to get you smiling again? To get that little fucker known as 'shame,' to leave you alone for a while?"
"I-I don't kn-know..." you sniffled, staring down at the ground beneath you, tugging on your sweater sleeves. A fresh wave of tears fell from your eyes and you sobbed into your fabric-covered hands. "God! I-I'm *hic* such a crybaby!"
"Nononono, no, Y/N! You're not a crybaby. Y-You're... you're processing something heavy and... dammit. Please, don't be so hard on yourself."
Eddie was growing more distressed by the second over seeing you so unhappy. It wasn't usually so hard for him to help someone feel better. He'd become a natural at it; an expert, even. But, your mind was struggling to believe any of his words, and that worried him. He sat in front of you, mindful not to touch you in case it would make you uncomfortable, as he did his best to figure out how to support you.
"A hug? A stupid story? Give me something, please." Eddie moved closer, the panic in his voice evident as he tried to figure out how to make you feel better. Your sobs turned to quiet hiccups, but you struggled to think of something that could make you feel alright, and you silently shrugged, wiping your eyes. "Jokes? Funny voices? Stupid faces? Christ! I-I... I don't know what would help you, and I reallywant to help you... I don't want you to feel sad, Y/N. Shit... Tickling?"
He immediately noticed your breath hitch in your throat upon hearing his final idea, and he saw the faint hints of happy stimming in the way your body moved. Your eyes briefly shifted to meet his gaze, but as quickly as you'd looked at him, you looked away. "Hold on... what was that?"
"What? What w-was what...?"
"You know exactly fucking what~" Eddie pointed at you with a tiny smirk forming on his lips. "Are you ticklish, church mouse?"
"I... I-I don't kn-know!?" you stammered out, sniffling and wiping your eyes. "What d-does this have to do with- why did you- I... I'm not-"
"Ticklish~?"
His sudden utterance of the word caused a squeak to leave your mouth. "Stop saying it!"
"Why? Is it giving you butterflies or something?" Eddie's tone was growing increasingly playful in nature, and he stood up, holding his hands up cautiously and pointing at you, eyes widening. "Carefullll~ They say there's a terrifying presence out in these woods. An all powerful being... A magic user... who replenishes his power, with the sweet... sounds... of... laughter~!"
You jumped when he leaned forward, inhaling with a loud gasp and tucking your arms close to your chest, a giggle slipping out. "Eheddie!"
"Shh! He can hear you~" Eddie whispered, looking around as though he were expecting something to jump out. "Some folks even claim, that he can possess whatever living human being he desires, to carry out his bidding~"
"E-Eddie..."
"Something tells me he's been keeping a verrrry watchful eye... on a certain tearful hero, sitting juuuust beneath... Skulllll Rock~" When he suddenly turned to look at you, you couldn't help the stim that took over your hands, and you attempted to stay composed by once again tucking your arms close to you. He leaned closer again, crouching down so he was at eye level with you, and his voice became hushed and genuine in tone. "I'm not actually gonna do anything unless I have the alright from you. Okay?"
You bit your lip and pondered briefly. The shame was so trapped in your head, so heavy on your person, that you knew a major distraction was needed. Your brain needed to focus on something else. It needed to. With a deep breath, your leg bouncing rapidly, you looked up at him.
"I... I really need the distraction... You can... You can... you know... You have the alright from me..."
Eddie's eyes remained gazing at you, his expression seemingly stuck. You furrowed your brows curiously, tilting your head as you looked at your friend frozen in place. "Eddie...?"
All of a sudden, his eyes rolled back, he clutched his head with both hands, and keeled over with a roar, making you jump and shriek. "It's- GAHHH! He's... he's got me, Y/N! FUCKIN- CHRIST! Hurry! Run! Before he-" He let out a low and gravelly scream through grit teeth as he exaggeratedly writhed and kicked in the leaves on the ground. After a moment, his body was still, and his head whipped in your direction to look into your eyes with a blank stare, his lips having curled into a smirk. The expression on his face was nearing feral.
You felt your heart flutter and skip, still frozen where you sat. "Eddie...?" The moment he spoke, a wave of chills washed over your body.
"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Y/N~ Eddie Munson is now merely a vessel, for the being only ever before described, as nothing. but. a. myth. You, my adventurous wallflower, are now face-to-face... with the Evilllllll... Overlorrrrrd..." he slowly lifted his hands before teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air, "...of tickling!"
The loud squeak you let out had been completely involuntary. Your eyes widened when he took a couple steps toward you, feeling the nervous laughter bubbling in your throat and up to the roof of your mouth. He suddenly lurched forward, with his hands resting on his knees, making you shriek and stim with your legs, your hands covering your mouth to muffle the giggling that he'd startled out of you.
"I have one question for you to answer~ Since it is evident that you are doomed to laughter, I'll let you make this decision for me." Eddie stood back up, and slowly paced in front of you, hands clasped behind his back. "You can attempt the hero's journey; run, hide, or fight... It doesn't matter in the end, but you can try it~ Or, you can continue sitting still, like you are right now, and accept your fate, instead of prolonging the inevitable. Which do you choose?"
"W-Whahat!?"
"Try and run, timid adventurer, or surrender to your destiny. Which. Do. You. Choose~?"
It took a few seconds for you to decide, and even then, you weren't quite sure what you were doing, but you slowly stood up, and began to back away, the sound of the leaves and dirt only amplifying in your ears due to yours and Eddie's silence. "Well then~ A chase it shall be~"
An evil cackle tore its way from Eddie's chest and echoed in the trees, which sent you squealing and running to the other side of the rock. You noticed a lack of running noises in the dirt behind you, and turned back. Eddie wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"E-Eddie...?"
You let out a loud and shrill scream when Eddie jumped in front of you with a startling cackle, wrapping his arms around your waist and wrestling you to the ground.
"EDDIE! You don't play fair!"
"Oh on the contrary~ I did chase you. I just never told you how long or short the chase would be~" He gently took hold of your wrists, and slowly moved them to hover above the ground by the sides of your head. "Now then- play along- I shall cast a spell, and pin these hands, right by your head."
As he emphasized the word, he set your hands down, and, to play along, you kept them there. He was taking his act so seriously that you almost wanted to laugh then and there.
"As evil a being as I am, it's still vital that you're feeling comfortable. If you do not feel alright with me using my hands directly on your skin, I'll respect your wishes." Despite still acting in character, you knew he was reassuring you that he would not cross any of your boundaries.
With a bite of your lip, and a timid huff, you averted your eyes at first, but, to make sure Eddie knew that you weren't feeling pressured, that you were okay with the slightly more intimate affection, you met his eyes once more and answered, awkwardly attempting to tell a joke in your response. "I don't m-mind... It's okay. I-I'm... kihinda... kinda fahahated to l-laughter either wahAHAYYY!"
You couldn't help the nervous squeak when Eddie carefully moved his hands under your sweater, feeling his hands just centimeters away from your torso. "I hope you're prepared to laugh hysterically, you endearing little church mouse."
His pointer fingers began to trace slow, light patterns up and down the skin on your sides, making your nerves jolt, the giggly whimper that left your lips causing you to swear under your breath with mild embarrassment. The smile on his lips was growing wider, dimples and all.
"Something tells me that you've just realized you're far more ticklish than you thought you were, my helpless mortal~" His tone was low, the vocal fry in his voice only making him sound more menacing. "I wonder if I... Ah? Ahhhhhh? Uh huhhh~"
He'd begun to brush more of his fingers over the ticklish spots, a grin creeping onto his face as he kept them wiggling agonizingly slowly. A small yelp leapt from your throat in response to the ice cold sensation of the rings making your nerves jump and causing goosebumps to form.
Eddie chuckled mischievously, the sound of which had your ears tingling and growing hot. "Dohohon't laugh! Thehe r-rihings a-are f-fREHEEZING! Mhmph!"
"You can't hold in all of your giggles forever, you darling mortal. Oh~? Another squeak? You do realize, I've only just begun, yes? This overlord has a loooooot of mana to recharge~"
Just as you opened your mouth to retort Eddie's cheesy theatrics, the ticklish sensation grew fivefold.
"EheheheHEHEHEDDIEEHEEE!" A snort soon followed your loud cackle of laughter in response to Eddie spidering all of his fingers on the bare skin of your sides. Your shoulders pressed into the ground as your back arched, and you twisted your torso. "OHOHOH MYHYHY GAHAHAAWWWWD! *snort* SHIHIHIHIIIT! IHIHIHIT'S *hic* SOHO MUHUCH WOHOHORRRRRRRSE!"
"I'm afraid Eddie can't hear you, you giggly little mortal. Must I remind you, that he's been possessed by me~ And, the more you wiggle like a rabid earthworm, the worse it's gonna tickle~ Which is no issue for me, considering my magic replenishes eiiiiither wayyy~" How Eddie was taking his character so seriously, you had no clue. What you did know, is that your cheeks and ears were hotter than a flame, and your stomach had become a butterfly garden.
He snickered, watching fondly at how rapid your happy stimming had become. It was evident that you were trying your hardest not to clamp your arms down to your sides, as your arms twitched when Eddie moved to a particularly bad spot. "It seems that the ticklish mortal cannot withstand even a fraction of my attacks~ However, my spell doesn't appear to be strong enough to keep your hands piHIHINNED- HOHOLY SHIHIT! I was soho right~"
You'd let out a loud squeal and kicked your legs, unable to stop your hands from shooting down to instinctively hold onto Eddie's wrists as his thumbs dug into your hips. He watched you carefully, noting that you weren't actually trying to push his hands away, but you had tightened your grasp to bear with the sensation.
"NohoHOHOOOOAHAHAAAAA! *hic* STAHAAAAP!"
Eddie stopped instantly, though he grew briefly confused by the near sad expression that graced your face. Christ, you were adorable, and he couldn't stop thinking about that fact. "You okay...?"
"I-I... I d-didn't actually mean..." You were growing embarrassed by your own words, and you partially covered your face with your hand. "I-It... U-Um... Reflex... F-Force of habit... I... S-Sorry..."
Much to your surprise, Eddie gently moved your hand away, and back down, holding onto it a little longer before he let go just so he could see you stim by running your thumb over his rings again. "Y-You... uh... want me to keep going?" When you nodded, he began to smile.
"I-I'll... f-figure out h-how to... tell you when I-I really c-can't laugh anymore..." Your avoidance of simply saying 'When it tickles too much' did not go unnoticed by your now-smiling new friend, whom you gazed at nervously as you waited for him to say something.
A screech left your mouth when Eddie's thumbs suddenly began digging into your hips again, cackling obnoxiously and making you scream a second time, giggles spiking in pitch and intensity. "PFFFHEEEEEEEEEEE! SHIHIHIT SHIHIHIT SHIHIIIIIIIIT!"
"As per your request, my darling giggly hero, though I may be an evil overlord, in the interest of ensuring you don't laugh yourself to death, I'll give you a lifeline~" Eddie paused his hands, but kept them on your hips, and though unmoving, you still felt the sensations and couldn't keep from squirming. "If you want to save your friend, Eddie, from my possession spell, and free yourself from my clutches, all you have to do, is say 'tickler, be gone!'"
"W-Whahahat!?"
Eddie hummed before his fingers moved to hover above your belly, where your shirt had ridden up from all the moving. "Three little words~ I know you can do it~ It doesn't have to be now by any means, however." He lifted his pinkie finger, before setting it down and lifting the next, smirking at the way your torso twitched each time he drummed his fingers over your skin.
Once you had looked up at him again, he winked at you, before rapidly clawing at your belly and grinning over how much you were suddenly happy stimming with your body.
"NOHOHOHOT *snort* FAHAHAHAHAIR! NONONONOHOOOO!" You began taking sharp gasps of air between your laughter, hiccuping and squeaking with utter mirth. It took nearly a minute to calm down when Eddie eased up to let you breathe.
The stray hiccupy giggles that came out with after each inhale were an utterly darling sound to Eddie's ears. "I think it's time I give your poor sides and tummy a bit of a break~ I've still got quite a lot of mana to recover. Though, lucky for you, that stray symphony of mirth that continues on even when I'm not actively tickling you, can still be fed on~"
Eddie's eyes softened at the giggly whimper that his statement drew from you. Your hands were hyper with giddiness, a stark contrast to your body, which had become relatively still (save for the rising and falling of your belly) in the leaves and grass as you awaited Eddie's playful attack again. You twitched and squeaked every few seconds when the grass brushed your sides.
"Perhaps I should tell you a little bit about myself, you giggly mortal~ Would you care to hear a little tale about the Evil Overlord of Tickling?" He teasingly wiggled his fingers in the air to add dramatic flair to his words. Despite your initial squeak, you shyly inquired.
"Whahahat ahabout hihim?"
"For many millennia, long before you and my current vessel even existed, the Overlord has been a very misunderstood creature. He's watched, as the fables, the bedtime stories, twist and morph to make him sound meaner, and scarier." You saw the corners of Eddie's mouth falling downward despite his attempts to fight it. He stared at the ground, clasping his hands as he rested his elbows atop his knees. "He began to internalize it... he stopped disputing the rumors and judgement that came hand in hand with it. He saw himself, as an outcast... a freak... a monster..."
Your brows were knit as your mind began to read between the lines. "W-Wait..."
"...but what they didn't see, was the broken soul... not understanding why he was shunned by everyone else... They didn't see him fighting hard to make sure he didn't end up like his father... Didn't see him trying to prove himself, to everyone... by not giving up, when he didn't graduate the first time..."
"Eddie..."
"They also never saw, that his desire to bring mirth and merriment to those around him, came from a place of not knowing how he could have either of those things, for many years of his early life..." Eddie cleared his throat and wiped his eyes, taking a breath as he willed himself to say what he wished to. "And the one thing, he wouldn't let them, nor anyone else see, was that the moment his eyes landed upon the ethereal... mysterious, wallflower... sitting at his table in his freshman year English class, the Overlord felt his heart fluttering. And that flutter, lasted for days... weeks even... months..."
You began to sit up, palms planted firmly in the grass, eyes wide, as you'd fully realized what Eddie was truly trying to tell you. "Eddie...?" He glanced at you, and you jumped, but you outstretched your arm, and timorously offered him your hand.
Eddie took a deep breath and chuckled when you began stimming with his rings once more, even using his silver chain bracelet every so often. "When the Overlord reunited with that wallflower, a few years later, and finally got to talk to them, well... he realized, that the fluttering had never stopped."
You were too nervous to speak, so you gave his hand a quick squeeze with the most mild strength.
"The Overlord just wants his new friend to know, that their value, and their worth, should not ever be determined by their shortcomings. No matter how many times people may have told them, or how many times they may have told themself..."
"What if... what if it takes forever for the wallflower to believe that...?"
Eddie gave a soft smile and raised his brows before smirking at you cheekily. "I suppose that in the meantime, the Overlord will just have to make you giggle your troubles away~"
Your eyelids quickly lifted at those words, and you let out a loud squeal when he suddenly growled and wrapped his arms around your shins. "EHEHEDDIE! EDDIHIHIE! DOHOHON'T YOU DAHAHAHARE! EEEEE!" With a low stubborn grunt, you tried tugging one of your legs free and succeeded, but, it had been at the cost of one of your shoes, which Eddie tossed out of reach, leaving you with only a shin-high sock to protect from the playful attack.
"How many times must I tell you, mortal? 'Eddie' is currently occupied by an ancient tickling creature- GOTCHA!" He exclaimed, catching your ankle and locking it in his elbow with a triumphant guffaw. "WOAH! You kick me and that second shoe is coming off. IhI'm warning you~"
"Whyhyhyhyhyyy!" You half-heartedly tugged at your trapped ankle, one hand already happy stimming from the anticipation.
"Well, I was gonna go for your knees, but, uh... well, I'm not the one who yanked my own shoe off. Is it that bad a spot~?"
"IhI dohohon't kn-knohow!?" How convenient it was that seconds later, you did find out just how bad a spot it was. Eddie trailed one finger up your sock, eyes going wide when you let out a scream and snorted, slowly sinking back into the grass while your abdomen shook with hysterical giggles.
"So it appears the answer to that question was yes~ If one little trace along your foot through fabric is this bad? Well. That's just more laughter for me~"
"NononononoNONONOHOHO! OHOHOH MYHY GAHAHAWWWWDAHAHAHAAA!" It took mere seconds for you to be reduced to silent laughter when Eddie spidered all of his fingers along the bottom of your foot. You stomped your free foot on the ground, happy stimming in overdrive and hiccuping from your mirth. "EHEHEDDIE! *hic* IHIHI *hic* CAHAHAHAHAN'T!"
"Remember the spell if you need it, adventurer~" Eddie's sweet reminder had your face growing hot. "I must say though, I'd be quite content with tickling you to bits for the remainder of the day~"
"IhIhIt's sohohoho bahaHAHAaAaAD! IHIHIT'S SO BAHAHAHAD! IhIhIt TIHIHIHICKLES! AHAAAAAAA!" You let out a scream when he traced his fingers over the top of your foot.
"HOLY- Wohohoah~ Really~? It tickles~? I'm baaaarely spidering my fingers~ Are you sure it tickles, you adorable mortal~?"
You had been far too giggly to notice that Eddie'd released your ankle, only to turn himself toward you and lock your legs with his in record time. "H-Hehey- Wahahait- wahaHAHAaAaAIT! Nohohot thehehere- EHEDDIE!"
"Evil. Overlord. Of Tickling." Eddie made sure you could see he wasn't truly mad despite his grit teeth. "You're in trouble, my adventurous wallflower~"
He spider-crawled his fingers up your legs at an agonizingly slow pace, making your hands flap rapidly as you giggled nervously. Your legs were covered in goosebumps and they twitched from the ticklish trailing. The moment his nails brushed against the skin on your thighs, right above the inner sides of your knees, your stomach turned with butterflies and your squeak echoed.
"Oh? Hmmm? UH HUHHHHH~!" Eddie chuckled darkly before grinning impishly over your reaction to the tickling. Your laughter was the most intense he'd ever heard, and for a split second, he was worried you might run out of air.
"OKAHAHAHAY!" You cried after a few seconds. "SHIHIHIHIT! *hic* OKAYOKAY! *snort* TIHIHICKLER BE GOHOHONNNNE!"
In an instant, like he promised he would, Eddie ceased the playful torment, withdrawing his hands and freeing your legs from his. He clutched his chest dramatically, rolling back his eyes before falling to the grass beside you, making a silly croaking noise that caused you to giggle all over again. Upon "waking up," Eddie grinned.
"Phew!" He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead. "You banished him... But, considering you're giggling like mad and missing a shoe, it appears the Overlord replenished all of his mana by tickling you to tears before you could recite the spell, right~?"
You hadn't even noticed your tears of mirth, but hastily wiped them with your sleeve. When your eyes met Eddie's, you couldn't stop yourself from giggling even harder. He laughed softly, before offering his hand to help you sit up.
"I-IhI got it... Th-Thank you though, Eddie..." Eddie didn't take any offense, as you'd made him aware that you could get touch averse sometimes, and he was more than understanding that all the tickling must have been a lot to deal with.
"How are you feeling...? Honestly?"
"Gihiggly... but... behehetter than I've felt in years..." Your admission was genuine, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie beaming at you. "Thank you... IhI mean that... Thank you, Eddie..."
"Of course, Y/N. I gotta say, it's awful cute that you like tickles too."
"T-Too? Wait- You..."
"Yes. I'm well versed in the art~" Eddie said with a dramatic voice that emphasized how much of a nerd he was. "Got this whole 'Munson Doctrine of Tickling.' Kihidding. I dohon't have it. Not on paper at least~"
You hid your face in your hands momentarily and playfully swatted Eddie's leg. After a few minutes, as the two of you settled down, you found yourselves leaning on each other, the sky orange as the sunset was fast approaching, air feeling a little colder than it did half an hour earlier.
"Eddie..."
"Hm?"
"I-I'm sorry I didn't say this before, but..." you took a breath, and bounced your leg to recollect your thoughts, "...thank you, for opening up about yourself... You didn't have to... I'm- I'm glad you did, don't get me wrong, it's just that- well... I appreciate your vulnerability. And, I want you to know, that you've brought me a lot of joy in the one day I've spent with you so far... so, I know that the joy you bring everyday to people who know you the best, is too great a number to count. I-I want to help in some way, with anything, because I'm really thankful for you, so... if you did still need a tutor, I could... I mean... What I'm trying to say is... you're wonderful, and you deserve wonderful things... You're not a freak, Eddie, and I wish more people truly knew you..."
Your heart was racing, as you were fearful your words didn't come out right, but when you found the courage to look up at him, his large, brown eyes were softer than you'd ever seen them before. "I will absolutely take you up on that tutoring offer."
"R-Really?"
"Can we count it as a study date~?"
Your brows furrowed momentarily, and Eddie had to resist the urge to poke your nose. "Study- Wait... Do you like me...? I-I... I think I understood when you were telling the story, but... I don't want to have misread your tone..."
"Yeah... I... I do like you. I could see you, Y/N. I did, see you. I just, didn't want you to be frightened, by me-seeing-you. You, uh... looked a bit like a deer in the headlights whenever our eyes mehet in school." Eddie chuckled quietly, before leaning close to you. "You sure you weren't afraid of me~?"
"I wasn't afraid! I- Hey! Y-You're teasing..."
"IhI am. But not about liking you. So..." He bit his lip, and looked toward the setting sun. "Is there any specific time your family's expecting you back home by?"
"I-IhI, uh, never told them a time..."
"Do you... uh... wanna make the rest of this day a first date... maybe?" You could hear nervousness in his voice, and it left you momentarily flabbergasted. If the orange glow of the sunset had not been so strong, you would have seen the red adorning his cheeks.
Your heart was racing, body overtaken by the urge to happy stim, and you welcomed it with a nod of your head and a simper on your lips. Though you had a long way to go before the burden of failure would be lifted from your shoulders, for the rest of that day, your shame was nowhere to be found.
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EEEEEEEEEE 😖💕 FIRST FULL LENGTH EDDIE FIC ON THE BLOG 🥳 I hope this was worth the wait. I'm back in business and the Eddie Munson content train is a rollin' 🥰 (This fic- was so FLUSTERING TO WRITE AGSHHDJFJFJF)
I sincerely hope that this made y'all feel some joy today. You deserve joy, and you deserve to feel proud of yourself. I'm proud of you /gen /p
