Omg nerdy prudes must die is on your fandom list? Could you do 24 from the tickletober list with Max & Peter or Richie? Honestly any of the nerds would do (Grace saying Max tickles them instead of teasing in the digital ticket makes me feral & that’s as good as canon to me)
TickleTober Day 24: Flinch
~Oooooh fuck, just realized I never posted this one. I set the wrong date for the queue😅. Also, you’re so right with the digital ticket thing. I went with Richie for this one bc I figured I could write him best for ya. Also, I apparently ship these two, so that’s apparent in the fic. I had a lot of fun. Thank you for your request, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Richie Lipschitz
Ler: Max Jägerman
Summary: Richie makes the grave mistake of bumping into Max, which leads to him pinned down on the football field. Before Max can pummel him, however, the jock makes a rather interesting discovery.
Warnings: canon-typical language, Max being his normal asshole-y self. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
Richie could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he ran across the football field, not daring to glance behind him. Maybe, just maybe, his assailant would trip, and he’d be able to get away.
Who's after him? Of course, it’s Max Jägerman. Richie had accidentally shoulder-checked him while trying to make it to his bus, and Max decided that tormenting the nerd would be worth the walk home.
“Get back here, shit lips!”
Max was hot on the boy’s tail, hardly breaking a sweat as he darted across the field towards his target. The teachers had gone home for the day, and there was no after-school practice. Richie’s ass was his.
“P-please go away! I’m sorry!” he panted, though the nerd knew trying to apologize was a fruitless effort. Still, it made him feel a little less crazy.
Max laughed at that, finding the apology more cute than anything. “Hell no! You bumped into me, you dick! Your ass is grass!”
Predictably, Richie ran out of energy—adrenaline can only get you so far—and began to slow. Max easily closed the distance, tackling the poor boy to the turf.
“No! No, Max, please!” Richie kicked beneath the jock, feeling his arms get yanked above his head. “I didn’t mean to, honest!”
“Don’t think it matters, does it, Richie?” Max sneered, poking the boy’s chest to emphasize his point. Richie thrashed during one of the pokes though, and it landed on his stomach instead.
Richie jolted in the jock’s hold, a smile taking over his terrified grimace. “GYEEH! M-Max!”
That got the bully’s attention. Experimentally, he poked Richie’s stomach again. And, once again, the poor kid squeaked and flinched hard.
Oh, this’ll be good.
Leaning down, Max got in Richie’s face. “You seriously ticklish, shit lips?”
“I-I— No! Just let me go!”
Internally, Richie was panicking. Oh, great—Max just had to discover that little fact about him. He’d almost prefer being stuffed in his locker to that fate. At least it was kinda cozy in there, unlike the moist blades of turf digging into his back.
“Now you’re lying to me? You just wanna die, don’t ya?” he huffed, glaring down at Richie. He’d played around enough—it was time to strike.
Max’s fingers dug into the nerd’s stomach, testing out his reactions. And boy, did he get a reaction from that.
“SHIHIHIT! M-MAHAX, WHYHYHY?!” Richie squealed, arching his back as the other boy’s strong fingers dug into his stomach. It was surprisingly not painful, but damn, did it tickle.
The jock snorted at his reaction, finding it oddly entertaining. There was another emotion buried there too, but Max was a bit too occupied to acknowledge it. Also, he just didn’t want to. “Damn, you’re loud. Does it tickle, Richie? Huh?”
“OHOHO MYHY GOHOHOD!”
Richie’s face burned with flustered embarrassment as he listened to Max’s stupid words. They were meant to get to him, and they were certainly working. If it weren’t Max doing the tickling, he might even be having some fun.
Well… No, he wouldn’t think like that. Max was a bully, nothing more. He shouldn’t enjoy a second of the boy’s teasing. Definitely not.
“Not here, nerd,” he chuckled, kind of enjoying the way Richie lost his shit. That big smile, the stupid blush, his messy hair…
Damn, Jägerman, get your head out of your ass. He’s a nerdy prude. Not worth those kinds of thoughts, not like a hot chick would be.
To try and distract himself, he went down to Richie’s knees. He remembered that was a pretty bad spot from his own childhood. It was worth a shot.
“NYYAHAHAHO! M-MAHAHAX!”
Richie shrieked, throwing his head back against the turf. His knees had been his worst spot for as long as he could remember, and Max wasn’t holding back. He could barley sputter out pleas anymore, simply laughing his head off.
Unfortunately for Max, his reaction was the wrong kind of distracting.
The jock’s eyes were trained on Richie’s tickle-drunk expression, his burning cheeks, and the way he simply couldn’t take it. A strange feeling grew in his chest—one different from that of the burn sparked by pretty blondes or model magazines.
He couldn’t handle his mind anymore. He stopped the tickling, climbing up off of Richie. His own cheeks were flushed at that point, but the nerd was thankfully to wrecked to notice. “Watch where you’re walking next time, dumbass.”
“I-Ihihi…uhuhuhugh…” Richie panted, simply attempting to recover from the intense tickles. He hadn’t even tried to sit up, lying on his back with his eyes closed.
He looks…ugh.
“Fuckin’ nerd,” he mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked away from the exhausted boy. Max just needed to get home and smoke to get…whatever those feelings were off of his mind. Yeah. Just needed a smoke.
Richie, on the other hand, was going through it. Max fucking Jägerman had tickled him senseless, and he wasn’t even all that mean about it. He almost seemed…happy?
Nope, too much weird for Richie’s soupy mind to handle. He would simply view his lack of bruises and wedgies as a blessing, nothing more. Once he regained his breath, he hauled himself to his feet and started the long walk home.
During their treks, boys had one another on their minds. Still, being the dumbasses they were, they refused to acknowledge it.
A/N: Whoop whoop! Richie’s day! I’m so sad that this event is nearly over, I love writing these :( I hope you enjoy!!! (I haven’t got a chance to proof read this so ignore if there’s any spelling or grammatical errors)
To put it simply, Richie was a gamer. He spent a majority of his time in the arcade, mostly playing (and mastering) street fighter. If you were looking for Richie, 8 times out of 10 that was where he’d be. It was probably unhealthy how much time he spent in there - Call it an obsession, if you will.
The other losers were aware of this, but they didn’t really engage too much with the idea. Sure, the arcade was fun if you went once in a blue moon. But practically living in there? They thought it was a bit too much.
Still, they would sometimes all as a group go up to the Arcade together, never learning that Richie would probably beat them at everything they played.
“I can and I will beat you, don’t test me!”
“Come on then! Try me, I’ll beat your ass!”
“Fine!”
Eddie marched over to street fighter with Richie, hastily putting in the token to the game. He’d had enough of Richie bragging about how good he was at all of the games, how he’d mastered them all to perfection, despite this being somewhat the truth.
Taking their positions, the game begun, Richie instantly seeming to take control and beat the shit out of Eddie’s character within the first few seconds of the round starting.
“You’re a fucking cheat!”
“Am not! Maybe you just suck!”
Eddie was concentrating hard, whilst Richie was barely even trying. The other losers had begun to gather round and watch the two, eyes widening as Eddie begun to catch up, close to actually beating him. Richie was close to a KO with Eddie, but a swift, slightly angry elbow to the side caused him to jump and squeak. This distracted Eddie a little, as he glanced over, worried he’d hurt the boy, but when he saw that goofy smile on on face he knew what had happened. With an evil smirk, he glanced around at the others, trying to see if any of the other losers had noticed his reaction, and lucky for him, Beverly had. Catching her eye, he grinned, no words needed between the two to understand what was happening next.
Beverly moves forward, both hands resting at Richie’s Sides before starting to squeeze. Richie, having been so concentrated on the game, was taken by total surprise, shrieking as he pulled away from the buttons and bursting into frantic and loud laughter.
Eddie too almost pulled away, heart stopping at the sound of the other’s laughter. It was so precious, or at least Eddie thought so. True, it could sometimes get a little obnoxious, but it was endearing for the most part.
Richie collapsed in on himself, spinning round and trying to pry beverly’s devilish hands away from his overly sensitive torso, but it was no use.
“B-behEV!” He barked out through howling laughter, knees buckling as he sank to the ground. Her hands were moving up to his ribs, causing his laughter to get so high that it went silent. Through this absence of laughter you could hear an announcer calling, “GAME OVER - PLAYER 2 WINS!”
Richie had tears of mirth slipping down his cheeks, and Beverly knew he was at his limit, and so pulled away.
“I did it! I beat Richie!!” Eddie cheered, jumping up and down in pure excitement, hugging Beverly as a thanks for her help.
“You little cheat!” Richie yelled, trying to sound threatening but it only coming out as a recovering giggle.
“I did absolutely nothing! That was all Beverly!” Eddie said, steering the blame away from himself. Richie saw right through this though, his words not stopping him from jumping up to get some well deserved revenge on the tiny cheater.
Happy Holidays to @ticklishraspberries! I love you so much, I was so happy to be your Squealing Santa!
And thank you to @ticklygiggles for hosting at the end of this decade <3 much love
Also
I’ve never written for IT before so PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH ME
I never read the book, I’ve only seen the movies
I’M SORRY IF NOTHING MAKES SENSE
I TRIED
I LOVED WRITING IT THO NGL
ENJOY!
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This was the Losers Club’s first holiday spent together. They gathered at Bill’s place, everyone choosing to wear their own rendition of “ugly” sweaters. The night was winding down and they were all seated comfortably in the den, some squished onto the sofa, some in chairs, and some choosing to sit on the rug.
“No no no!” they were all screaming over each other, but Bev wanted to get the story straight.
“Come on, we all knew you were the one getting hit on the most,” Richie brazenly said about Beverly.
“We were all losers, Rich, no one wanted to be with any of us,” Stan reminded.
“If you think me being called a slut for my entire teenhood in Derry is me ‘getting hit on’ then you need to figure shit out,” Bev stated matter of factly, taking a strong gulp of her whiskey.
Richie shook his head, “Not what I was saying at all. But we all wanted to bang you.”
“Soho you guys are everyone in Derry, huh?”
“Rich, just shut up,” Eddie reprimanded, giving him a jab to his side. Richie jerked.
“I’m just curious to get opinions! Clearly Big Ben wasn’t getting any back in the day!”
“Thanks, Richie,” Ben remarked with a gentle smile, sarcasm in his voice. That made Bev and Mike laugh.
“Bill had a shot,” Richie reasoned, “And I was always out for the taking.”
Bill laughed, “Oh yeahah, with those magnifying glass lenses, you were a real catch.”
“Hey, I was skinny. I had a great sense of fashion. I was a catch.”
Now Eddie started laughing and Richie looked over, looking aghast, “Excuse me? Somethin’ you wanna say, Eds?”
“If you were a catch, then I was a fucking gift.”
“I’m real hurt, asshole,” Richie wiggled his fingers by Eddie’s neck, making the other man giggle and recoil.
“Knohock it off, dickhead!” and Eddie retaliated by rapidly squeezing both of Richie’s sides. Richie immediately backed off and his cheeks flushed pink as he laughed, barely fighting off Eddie’s hands.
“Hey, remember when you guys first joined the club?” Stan asked, pointing specifically at Bev, Ben, and Mike, “I remember you saying that since Richie was the jokester that he would always be starting tickle fights. Like he was the big tease.”
“And it turns out he’s the biggest lee of us all,” Bev completed the rest of Stan’s point with a grin, looking over at Eddie and Richie on the floor. Eddie had stopped tormenting him.
“N-Not true,” Richie caught his breath and sat up, “I always picked on you guys and kept winning. I never let on that I liked... you know, that,” he pushed his glasses up his nose.
“Oh no, but you trying to tickle us didn’t mean you wanted us to retaliate?” Bill added with a smirk.
“Yeah, I was always scared to be with you when you were in a playful mood, Richie,” Ben admitted, “But it turned out you were all talk.”
Richie’s face was full-red by now, partially from the alcohol he’d been consuming all night, mostly because of all this talk of tickling. And him being the lee of the group.
“Everyone just shut up.”
“Youhu’re also like the most ticklish, aren’t you, Rich?” Eddie was taking so much pleasure in his friend’s suffering.
“Fucking give it a rest, guys! We get it!”
“You’re gonna get it alright,” Bev leaned forward from her place on the couch and wrapped her arms around Richie’s shoulders, since he was sitting in front of her legs this whole time. She got her arms situated and started pinching at Richie’s belly.
“FUHUCK!” Richie exclaimed.
The other losers in the vicinity (Ben, Eddie, and Bill), took their turns placing well-aimed pokes and squeezes to Richie’s not-so-prone body. And Richie’s body wasn’t protesting, no matter how much the insults and curses flew from his mouth.
Richie moreso sunk to the floor onto his back and wriggled whenever the tickles landed.
“Bill! Nohoho, don’t fucking do it, mahan! BILL!” Richie shrieked when Bill grabbed hold of Richie’s ankle and started to tickle vigorously over his socked foot. He scratched right in the arches and that started to make Richie yank on his leg for freedom.
“Most ticklish,” Eddie said again, now fluttering his own fingers right behind Richie’s ears and on his neck.
“Biggest lee,” Bev continued the teasing, pinching up and down his ribs.
“Not so much a tickle monster,” Ben happily added.
Richie was gasping for breath by the time they were all finished with him. Bev kissed the top of his head.
“Y-You’re... You’re all dicks...” Richie breathed out.
“But you love us,” Beverly poked her toe into Richie’s side.
Richie did. He really did love all of them. And he loved them for loving him the way he was. They gave him what he needed.
“Who wants a top off?” Mike went around pouring the last of their whiskey into each of their glasses.
The night went on and Richie was super thankful for his friends. Fucking crazy, lonely, lovable losers.
Thank you to @ticklishraspberries for inspiring some of the ideas in this fic 😂
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It wasn’t news to anyone that richie enjoyed being tickled. As best as he tried to cover up that fact, he wasn’t fooling anyone.
Tickle fights weren’t uncommon among the losers club, particularly between Eddie and richie, though Eddie always seemed to win, as very rarely did richie fight back.
That was, until today.
It started as usual. Richie and Eddie were hanging out, and richie was in a mood, but too shy to ask straight up. So he resorted to his usual tactic. Being a little shit.
Eddie caught on straight away, however didn’t do anything yet. He wanted to wait and see how far richie would go.
He tried hard. Talking over Eddie, kicking him, he even tried poking Eddie to provoke him to fight back. However, it wasn’t until he made an inappropriate comment about Eddie’s mom that he gave in. “Right, that’s it.”
He launched at Richie’s knees, holding them down with his hands and jumping forward to sit across on his waist. He then took the other boy’s hands, pulling them together and pinning them over his head with one arm. The suddenness flustered richie, and his cheeks tinted a colour that represented a ripe tomato. Their faces were now so close that the tips of their noses were almost touching, and they were gazing into each other’s eyes.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Eddie asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as Richie stuttered, trying to think of a response.
But before he could, Eddie had already latched his free hand onto the other boy’s side, squeezing vigorously. Richie burst into a fit of loud, joyous laughter, thrashing his hips about in a half hearted attempt to throw Eddie off (spoiler alert: it didn’t work).
“EDDIE STOHOHOP!” He screeched, bucking about as the hand moved across and begun poking and squeezing at his stomach. He didn’t want it to stop, he was enjoying itself thoroughly, but he didn’t want Eddie to see that, even though the boy already knew.
The hand crawled up to his ribs, wiggling fingers exploring between each individual bone. The sensation caused Richie’s laughter to up a notch, and he drilled his heels into the couch. A snort elicited from his lips, and Eddie grinned. “Awww, how cute.” He cooed, moving his hand back down to Richie’s stomach. “SHUHUHUT UHUP!” Richie screamed back, unable to escape the fingers dancing over his torso.
At this exact moment, the others approached, watching over the scene with amused smiles over their faces. “GUHUHUYS HEHEHELP!” Richie spluttered between short bursts of high pitched giggles. Eddie turned to look at them for their reply, still torturing the boy beneath him. “D-D-Don’t kill him, ed.” Bill smiled, before walking off, motioning for the others to follow him to leave the two boys alone. “NOHOHO WAIHAIT-“ Richie called after them, flustering even more when he saw the thankful but evil smile growing on Eddie’s face.
For the grand finale, Eddie gazed back at richie with a sly grin, pulling up the shirt of the boy beneath him. “Nononono, stop right now I swear to god-“ richie giggled, beginning to panic.
Eddie released the pinned hands, as it was too late now for him to do anything to stop what was coming next. He lowered his face into Richie’s stomach and paused momentarily for suspense, before blowing a long, loud raspberry.
This killed richie. He threw his head back and screamed, silent laughter shaking his chest as he wiggled underneath Eddie. He didn’t speak, just kicked and squirmed and squeaked until Eddie finally got off with an endearing smile resting on his face. Richie curled his knees right under his chin, covering his sides with his elbows, the residual giggles pouring out of his mouth while he recovered.
“I fucking hate you, that was mean.” Richie frowned as he sat up, though he didn’t mean a word of it. “That was adorable, by the way. Your laugh.” Eddie said, smiling at him, though that smile vanished when he saw a cheeky and playful grin widen on Richie’s face. “Eds, are you ticklish?” He asked, slowly moving closer.
Eddie felt his stomach drop as his cheeks begun to burn. “N- not really, I mean not that much at all from past experience I guess but I don’t advise you try it as- as- as my asthma has been playing up really badly recently so I might die if- if I laugh to hard and-“ The evil grin plastered across Richie’s face made it apparent to Eddie that his rambling wasn’t working, and so he begun to back away slowly. “Don’t- don’t you dare, rich...” he stuttered. That didn’t stop him. Richie darted forward, hands outstretched to find Eddie’s sides.
The others smiled from the next room over as bubbly laughter echoed through the house once more.
