Nancy flinched as Robin shouted and jumped. The woman on the screen screamed as the killer came out of nowhere and attacked her.
"I thought you watched movies for a living?" Nancy teased, curling back into her girlfriend's side.
"I do, but I usually avoid horror." Robin wrapped her arm around her shoulders, staring intently at the television. "Hits a little too close to home."
"Fair."
"Besides, you jumped too."
Nancy's jaw dropped dramatically as she looked up. There was a faint smirk on the younger girl's face.
"I only jumped because you did!" She retorted, poking her side. Robin flinched and glanced at her.
"I thought we agreed no… poking during the movie." She muttered, blushing slightly.
"Fine, fine." Nancy held her arms up in surrender. "No poking."
The couple fell into silence, enraptured by the main character finding the body. Nancy leaned her head against Robin's shoulder, enjoying the closeness. Robin pulled her closer in response.
Eventually, they came upon a scene that included the main character creeping through a dark building. Robin was ridged, her eyes wide as the music slowly crept faster. Nancy glanced up at her and had an evil idea that brought a devilish grin to her face.
She leaned back, trapping Robin's arm against the couch, and grabbed her other hand. Robin squeezed it in response, her eyes not leaving the screen.
Nancy cuddled closer, turning her head to rest her chin on Robin's shoulder. Then she waited.
Soon enough, the music in the movie died down, dropping the scene into silence. Robin inhaled, holding her breath in anticipation. Nancy held her breath too, but for quite a different reason. Just as the killer burst forth, Nancy lunged up and blew a deadly raspberry right into the crook of Robin's neck.
The scream the main character let out was muffled by the shriek Robin let loose. She cackled and twisted away, dragging Nancy down with her as she slipped off the couch.
"Nancy!" She whined over her girlfriend's laughter. "We agreed on no poking!"
"Thahat wahasn't a pohoke though!" Nancy defended.
"You know what I meant!" Robin shoved her girlfriend off her, blushing madly. "Now we're gonna have to rewind the movie.
Nancy glanced at the screen, then back down to her girlfriend on the floor. She smirked and paused the movie.
"We can finish it later." She decided. "I found a better activity."
Robin's eyes widened and she scrambled to sit up, but Nancy pushed her back down and dug her fingers into her ribs. Robin burst into cackles and shut her eyes tight so as to not see her girlfriend's smirk.
"You know, I think I need to remind you of the difference between 'tickle' and 'poke'." Nancy mused, moving her fingers upwards. "Luckily, I am quite knowledgeable on the subject."
This is a tickle fic. Don’t read if that’s not your thing.
Reader does have to go get their ankle checked out after the fall they took in Part 1.
“You ready to go?” Steve was standing in the doorway, swinging the keys around his fingers.
You finished tying your shoe, which fit uncomfortably around the ace bandage on your ankle. It’d seemed like the ankle had healed after your fall down the stairs. However, now that it’d been a month the pain had started up again, and you could tell you were fighting to keep from rolling it again.
You’d planned to just give it more time, but Robin was adamant that you let Steve take you to get it checked out. One thing led to another, and they’d sent you to Physical Therapy.
Something you’d be more than happy to drive yourself to and from.
“Steve, for the last time, I’m perfectly capable of driving myself there.” You stood up, gesturing towards your wrapped ankle. “I think the whole thing is pretty pointless anyways. Gait and strength training. As if I don’t know how to walk.”
“Do you?” Steve laughed. “Know how to walk, that is? Because I’ve seen enough to argue otherwise.”
“Okay, rude,” you scoffed, barely suppressing a laugh. “Just for that, I get to choose the music in your car.”
“Oh, so I am taking you?”
“I’m blessing you with the privilege of chauffeuring me.”
“Oh, thank you most gracious Y/N.” He mockingly bowed. “Now come on. We’ll be late, and it’s your first appointment.”
By the time Steve parked the car, you were thinking of all the ways this could go wrong and you could embarrass yourself. Seriously, what kind of 20-year-old can’t walk without injuring themself? These people would think you were stupid or something.
“Hey.”
A sudden squeeze on the top of your knee had you jolting back to the present with a choked laugh.
“STEHEVE,” you scolded, slapping his hand away.
“I know that look. You’re in your head again.” Steve raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged. He wasn’t wrong.
“Let’s just get it over with,” you sighed, getting out of the car and walking inside, Steve trailing behind.
The receptionist had you fill out a few pages worth of paperwork, and let you know that the Physical Therapist would be out to see you shortly.
You tried hard not to overthink again, but you were still anxious.
“This knee is really a problem for you today, huh?” Steve joked, pushing down on your knee gently, as you’d been bouncing it up and down rapidly as you waited.
“Maybe you just put me on edge.”
“Ah, the old ‘on edge’ excuse again. We all know what that really means.”
“That is not what I --”
You were interrupted by the Physical Therapist, who called your name and introduced herself as Sam.
“You can bring your boyfriend back into the working area with us,” Sam offered to Steve, causing you to chuckle.
“He’s not --”
“I’ll come back if that’s not any trouble,” Steve smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
“No trouble at all!” Sam smiled, turning to lead the way. You took that opportunity to shove him away from you, causing Steve to laugh.
You sat down on a cushioned bench, and Sam had you remove your shoe and bandage so she could see the full range of motion in your ankle.
“Any pain?”
“None in my ankle right now.”
“How about now?” Same pushed against the bottom of your foot towards you, stretching the muscle in your lower calf.
“Ooh,” you breathed. “There’s definitely some stiffness there.”
“So the issue here isn’t really your ankle, as much as it’s your calf. When you walk, do you feel like you’re actively keeping yourself from rolling out?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Here, I’m gonna have you walk to that end of the room, and then walk back towards me.”
You did as Sam asked, and when you reached her again, she bent down to look at your ankle.
Steve quietly applauded you from behind her and mouthed the words “You can walk!”
You discreetly made a rude gesture at him, and he smothered a laugh from behind his hand.
Caught up in your exchange with Steve, you almost didn’t hear what Sam asked you next.
“Are you ticklish?”
You were briefly at a loss for words, before shaking your head.
“Nah,” you choked out, trying not to flinch as she felt the arch of your foot.
“Liar,” Steve called over to the both of you, causing Sam to laugh this time as you glared.
“Well, regardless, you aren’t flat footed, so it should just be a matter of strengthening that lower calf muscle.”
The rest of the appointment went smoothly and quickly, ending with your exercise homework for the week.
Afterwards, Steve and you were meeting with Eddie and Robin and Nancy at the Wheelers’ for a movie night in the basement.
“Well if it isn’t the maimed themself,” Eddie crooned from his spot on the armchair, his legs draped over the side.
“How’d it go?” Robin asked.
You shrugged. “Pretty good. I got homework.”
“Just when you think you’re done with school for the summer,” Nancy joked, passing you a soda as you took a seat in the floor, back propped against the couch so you were in front of Robin.
“What’s the movie of choice?” Steve asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of Eddie’s bowl.
“It’s a horror film about ghosts,” Robin responded, beginning to thread her fingers through your hair, something she knew very well made you melt.
“Well that would’ve been helpful earlier.”
You looked up at Steve, who was staring at you where you’d leaned into Robin’s touch.
“Whaddya mean?” You asked.
“Well, I tried tickling you to make you chill out, and that didn’t really work. But all Robin’s gotta do is play with your hair and you practically fall asleep.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not!”
“Yeah, you do.”
“Children, children,” Nancy interrupted. “Can we quit the fighting and get along?”
“But Y/N is blatantly lying!” Steve protested. “And it’s not the first time today!”
“What was the first time?” Eddie asked, genuinely curious.
“They said they weren’t to cklish.”
“Well we all know that’s not true,” Robin laughed, fluttering her fingers against your neck.
“Hehehehey! I was just trying to let the physical therapist do her job.” You scooched forward, away from Robin’s hands.
“But what is it El always says?” Steve said with a mischievous look. “Friends don’t lie.”
“It wasn’t a friend, it was a stranger!”
“Well, as long as we’re all in agreement that Y/N is quite possibly the most ticklish in our group.” Eddie stated nonchalantly, getting a chorus of agreement from the others.
“I am not!” You protested, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Wow. That makes the third lie today. You’re just asking for it aren’t ya?”
Robin was the first to pounce after she spoke, sliding down in the floor behind you to wrap you in a hug, your arms trapped in hers.
“WahahaHAHAHAIT!” You cried out as she began to blow against your neck, making you flinch.
“Are you gonna tell the truth?” Robin asked between breaths.
“Thahaht youhou all are jeheherks?”
“Alright that’s it,” Steve sighed, cracking his knuckles before kneeling beside you to squeeze at your knees.
“NAHAHA FAHAHAIR!”
“Come on, Pinocchio! Tell the truth!” Steve teased.
His pinching at your knees made you kick out and throw your head back. The ticklish shockwaves were overwhelming I’m comparison to Robin’s technique.
Eddie imitated a buzzer noise. “Time’s up! You get another tickle penalty.”
“NONONONO,” you called out, watching as he settled himself on your hips. You knew exactly where this was going.
You also knew exactly how to make it stop. Not that you wanted to.
Eddie slowly rolled up your shirt at the hem, resting it at your ribs. Then, slowly but surely he lowered his hands in two claws toward your stomach, making you thrash all the more.
And then his hands were vibrating into your stomach, and skittering across the skin like spiders, causing equal mix of cackles and giggles.
“Final chance, Y/N.” Nancy stood where she was earlier, arms crossed.
“SCREHEHEHEW YOU ALL!”
“Ooo wrong answer. You just earned the ultimate tickle penalty.” Nancy kneeled beside you, mouthing something to the guys you couldn’t see.
“You got her still, Robin?”
“Yeah, I got her. Go for it.”
Steve moved positions to kneel on your other side, and it suddenly dawned on you what they were about to do.
“Ohohokay ohohokay, mahahahaybe I am the most tihihicklish,” you admitted, closing your eyes as you felt the blush on your face grow.
“Oh we know,” Steve grinned.
“That’s what makes this so fun,” Eddie added.
Suddenly there were 6 hands sending you into ticklish bliss, drilling into your ribs, skittering over your lower stomach, vibrating into your middle.
You. Were. Dying.
You descended into silent laughter quickly, and they let up slowly.
“Youhouhou guys are the worst.” You felt the smile on your face saying otherwise, but you couldn’t help yourself.
“Not yet,” Nancy smirked, before lowering her head quickly to blow a raspberry on your stomach.
“I GIHIHIVE!” You screeched, and the next second Nancy was smoothing your shirt back down as Robin rested your head in her lap, resuming paying with your hair.
“Aww poor Pinocchio is tired.” Eddie rolled off of you.
“Please don’t start calling me that,” you giggled.
“Well, it’s either that or Giggles.”
You groaned, leaning back sleepily with an amused smile.
Pinocchio would be lucky to have friends like these.
Merry Christmas, @theoncelee! I'm your gifter, and I really hope you enjoy this fic!
As for everyone else, enjoy as well!
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Suger High
It was supposed to be a normal sleepover, but Eddie and Robin stole Mr. Wheeler's coffee candy.
"No, Eddie!" Steve grunted as he hit the post in Nancy's basement. "Stop! Don't do it"
"No cahan do, babe!" Eddie giggled as he grabbed one of the brooms. "Buckley hahas threatened myhy honor!"
"I just said you had bad taste in music!" Robin shrieked, running away from the broom-wielding crazy man. She giggled as she vaulted over the couch.
"Robin, honey!" Nancy winced, whipping around as the duo ran past. "You're going to hurt yourself!"
"I'll be fine~! Munson won't be, once I retrieve my weapon!"
Steve groaned and decided to just sit on the couch. Nancy and him had been trying to wrangle their partners for the past ten minutes. The partners that had eaten a shit load of caffeinated candy.
Steve didn't even know that candy could have coffee in it, but here they were.
"I swear, I am going to get my shotgun." Nancy muttered, sitting next to him. Most would be scared by the threat, but he could see the slight smile on her lips as Robin stole the broom from Eddie.
"We just need some way to calm them down." Steve winced as Robin smacked Eddie's head with the broom. Neither looked injured, thank goodness. "Any ideas?"
Nancy raised her eyebrow. "We've been trying my ideas for the past ten minutes. You come up with something." She said, leaning back and rubbing her face.
Steve groaned again. He loved both Eddie and Robin to death, but they were too much of a handful on a normal basis. High on sugar and caffeine? That made them eight handfuls. Nancy and him didn't have four hands each.
The duo sprinted past, Eddie somehow holding onto the broom now. Robin then slammed into the wall and Eddie nearly impaled himself with the cleaning device. Both ended up just laughing hysterically on the floor, argument forgotten.
"That's it!" Steve stomped over, heart still racing from the spectacle. He grabbed them both up by the shirt and dragged them towards the couch.
"Aw~ c'mon, Harrington!" Eddie giggled out. "Noho neheed to behe mahad!"
Steve didn't reply and merely shoved Robin onto Nancy's lap. He sat down next to the two women and tugged Eddie onto his lap as well.
"Let's calm them down." Steve said, nodding at Nancy.
"Whahat're you gonna doho?" Robin stuck her tongue out as her girlfriend hugged her close. "Smohother us?"
"No. Just gonna tickle the energy out of you." Steve said matter of factly, smirking.
For the first time in the past ten minutes, the two crazy people froze. Their eyes widened comically while Nancy smirked at Steve.
"I like that idea, Harrington." She agreed, holding onto Robin's struggling form.
"Why thank you, Wheeler." The boy replied. "On the count of three."
"Wahait!"
"One."
"Wehe'll cahalm down!"
"Two "
"Plehease, guys!"
"Three."
Already in a giggly mood, both victims instantly broke down as their partners dug their fingers into their sides.
"Steheheve, noho!" Eddie spluttered, pushing at his boyfriend's chest.
"Steve, yes." He replied, moving down to squeeze the guitar player's hips.
Robin only cackled, her limbs turning to jelly as Nancy moved to target her ribs. She buried her face into her girlfriend's shoulder, muffling her laughter a small bit.
"I think your plan was the best one we've come up with." Nancy mused, raising her voice over Eddie's high-pitched laughter.
"I thought it was brilliant." Steve smirked, slowly crawling his fingers up to his victim's armpits. "Guess that means I get a score on that whiteboard, right Robin?"
She only shook her head in reply, her body melting as Nancy scribbled her nails against her back.
The two really had completely different reactions to tickling, huh? While Eddie thrashed and shrieked as his armpits were attacked, Robin only melted completely and snorted as her stomach was targeted.
Steve couldn't help but look at both of them, love in his eyes. These were the bestest friends he could ask for.
His thoughts were interrupted as a pair of fingers dug into his ribs. With a surprised shriek, he fell backwards and was soon the one to laugh.
"Gotcha, Harrington." Eddie teased, spidering his hands across Steve's stomach.
"Dahamn ihit, Muhunson!" Steve squealed, trying to twist away. "IhI'm supposed toho behe calming you dohown!"
"True. But I can just lose energy by tickling you!" Eddie grinned, fluttering his fingers against Steve's neck. "It's way more amusing!"
Nancy rolled her eyes at the sight of the boys. "You best not try to tickle me, Robbie." She said, turning her attention back to her girlfriend. "It'll just get worse if you do."
Robin shook her head. She had zero idea how Eddie could easily turn the tables on people. She could barely move her arms as it was!
"Hey, Wheeler! Wanna see which one taps out first?" Eddie challenged, wiggling his eyebrows.
"It wouldn't be fair for me!" Nancy countered. "Robin's been tickled for longer than Steve."
"That is true, but we both know he's more ticklish than her."
"Good point… sure. It's on, Munson!" Nancy grinned, getting into the spirit of things. "Winner gets to sleep on the couch instead of the floor tonight!"
"Well then, have fun on the floor, Wheeler!"
Steve tapped out first, as expected. The competition didn't matter anyway. All four ended up sleeping on the couch.
Together.
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Oh goodness... This took way longer than I wanted...
I sincerely hoped you liked it, cause I'm too tired to tell if this is actually good or not.
This is a tickle fic. Don’t read if that’s not your thing.
The reader won’t wear crop tops, and Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy set out to figure out why. Lee!Reader and Ler!Steve/Robin/Nancy/Eddie. Mentions being insecure about stomach.
You were lying on the couch, finishing up your notes for English when you heard the knock on the door. Assuming it was the pizza you ordered since your parents were gone for the weekend, you didn't hesitate to open the door.
But instead of the pizza guy, you were faced with Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, all of whom greeted you and walked in as if it was their home.
If it were any other day, this would've been fine. But if course, they chose the one day you were wearing the hoodie.
A few weeks prior:
"Y/N! Get over here!"
You put the t-shirt you were admiring over your arm and made your way over to where Robin and Nancy were standing in the thrift store. Robin was triumphantly holding up -
"A daisy yellow hoodie! This would look SO GOOD on you. And it's your favorite color. So a win-win, yeah?" Robin was practically bouncing with energy, shaking the hoodie at you so you'd take it.
It really was perfect. Gorgeous color, soft fabric, and it was your size.
"Robin, you are the QUEEN of thrift shopping. I take back any time I've ever complained," you laughed.
"I don't," Steve complained from a few feet away, by a rack of baseball hats.
"Suck it up, Henderson. They've got good music here, too, so you're outnumbered." Eddie laughed, holding multiple tapes in the crook of his elbow.
"Go try it on." Nancy shooed you over to the dressing room in the corner, and you stepped in with the few clothing items you'd picked out.
The t-shirts you'd been browsing fit you well, and the jeans had an unexpected tear you hadn't seen before. That just left the hoodie, which you threw on, excited to see how it fit.
You hadn't anticipated it being a cropped hoodie. The color was gorgeous, and the hoodie was comfortable and lightweight, but there was no hiding the strip of stomach it exposed above the top of your jeans.
You'd never worn anything cropped before, and for a reason. You didn't like anyone seeing your stomach, it made you feel insecure. You didn't really know what about it made you feel that way.
Reluctantly, you changed back into your clothes and placed the hoodie in the pile with the torn jeans before exiting the changing room.
"Are we finally ready to leave? I believe I was promised ice cream," Steve trailed off, raising raising his eyebrows at Robin.
"You're such a child, Steve," Robin laughed, before turning back to you as you placed the jeans and hoodie in the return to rack bin. Her eyes widened and she grabbed for the hoodie. "No way! It didn't fit? You're not buying it?"
"It's just, well, it was cropped, and I don't think that's really my style, you know?" You mumbled, avoiding eye contact as you focused on recording the t-shirts you planned to buy.
"So try something new! I know you love the color, Y/N. You've gotta buy it," Robin pleaded.
You flushed, not wanting to have to explain the true reason for not buying it. Just as you opened your mouth to refuse once more, Steve interrupted.
"I'll buy it." He pulled the hoodie away from Robin and draped it over his shoulder. "Problem solved."
"Steve, you really don't need to -"
"Oh, I need to," he shot you a wink.
Back to the present:
And that's how you ended up in this situation, awkwardly standing at the front door and trying not to wrap your arms around your middle as you accepted the pizza from the delivery guy.
"Y/N, you're such a great host. You got us pizza and we didn't even tell you we were coming," Eddie smirked, grabbing a slice as soon as you set the boxes down.
"Yeah, well what can I say," you shrugged, before immediately lowering your hands upon feeling how that brought the hoodie up higher.
"Hey, wait. Is that the hoodie I bought you? You're finally wearing it?" Steve asked through mouthful of pizza.
"Um, yeah... hey so what do you guys want to do? I don't really have much in the way of movies but I've still got that mystery game you all like?"
One pizza and one board game later, you found yourself on the couch with the rest of the group.
"I was thinking about going to that thrift shop tomorrow, the one by the ice cream place that we found Y/N's hoodie at? Maybe they'll have some new stuff," Nancy said. "And I know Robin is up for it, how about you all?"
"Yeah, sure," you agreed, trying to discreetly readjust your hoodie where the fabric had risen up in the front again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Eddie asked from beside you, noticing your fidgeting.
"Doing what?"
"Pulling your hoodie down and covering your stomach."
"I'm, I'm not. I don't know what you're talking about, Eddie."
"Bull. Besides, it's a crop top, the whole point is for people to see your stomach."
"True," Steve commented from where he sat sat the floor, earning him a quick glare from yourself.
"You know, this is actually the first time I've seen you wear that hoodie, Y/N. How come you haven't worn it since we got it?" Robin asked.
"I have, I just usually wear it at... home.." You trailed off at the mixture of head tilts and eye squints you received. "What?"
"We're just trying to figure out what you're hiding, is all," Nancy stated nonchalantly.
"Well, let's not," you laughed nervously, beginning to get up from the couch.
"No no no, you get back here." Robin's hands reached forward to pull you back down, and found purchase on your lower sides, which were conveniently being shown by the hoodie.
When she pulled you back onto the couch, you fell backwards with a squeak, her hands having accidentally squeezed your sides and sent a ticklish jolt through your body.
"What," Eddie asked, turning his body towards you, "was that?"
"Whahat was what?" You laughed nervously, beginning to pull the hoodie down again.
"Enough with that," Robin said, grabbing your wrists and pulling them towards her and away from the hoodie, leaving your lower stomach on display.
"You squeaked," Nancy stated again, her detective mind in high gear. "You squeaked when Robin grabbed your sides."
"Ohhhh." Steve lightly smacked his forehead, before turning with a mischievous look. "Guys I figured it out."
"No you didn't," you protested, afraid of his actually knowing why you didn't wear the hoodie around them.
"Yeah, I did. They don’t wear the hoodie because they’re so ticklish."
You almost sighed in relief, but to be honest, this wasn't much better. Now you're friends were looking at you with a predatory look, and Robin had tightened her grip on your wrists.
"Guys, guys, wahahait. That's not why -"
"Then why?" Steve asked, inching closer as Robin began pulling your arms over her lap, bringing you into a half sitting and half laying position.
You blushed bright red, feeling the cold air hit your stomach as your arms were pulled away. Eddie smirked down at you, poking your stomach once.
Your nervous giggles doubled.
"Ihihihi just don't like ihihihit that muhuch."
Steve mock-gasped, clutching his chest. "After I bought it for you and everything?"
"You're lying," Robin sang. "And I think that we can all agree, liars deserve to be tickled."
"Wahahait I'm nohohot lying, plehehease." There wasn't a good way out of this. You didn't want to tell them the real reason, but four people tickling you at once? There was no way you'd last.
That didn't mean it didn't excite you just a little though. You loved your goofy friends.
Eddie struck first, spidering his fingers along your waist. It was maddening, his touch so light, and you couldn't move.
Steve followed, squeezing your sides like Robin had done earlier, and you began thrashing, your head thrown back in Robin's lap.
"NAHAHA," you cackled. The stupid hoodie made it ten times worse.
"You wanna admit why you wouldn't wear the hoodie?" Nancy asked, sitting in front of where your head was in Robin's lap.
"NOHohoho," you giggled, accepting your fate.
"Wow, someone really wants to be tickled, huh?" Eddie asked, focusing on your hips now as Steve began clawing at the middle of your stomach.
Nancy joined in now, lightly tracing your neck and ears, making you snort.
"Did they just SNORT?" Steve asked, laughing hard.
"Shuhuhut up STEHEHEHEVE NO!"
Apparently unamused by your sass, Steve decided to shut you up by planting a raspberry directly in the middle of your stomach.
It was too much, and you descended into silent laughter. When Robin saw the tear run down your cheek, she signaled for everyone to stop.
"Why haven't you worn the hoodie, Y/N?" Nancy asked, suddenly serious.
You sighed. "I don't like for people to see my stomach, it makes me feel insecure."
"Are you serious?" Steve asked, his tone almost angry.
"Y/N that's ridiculous. You're stomach is nothing to be insecure about." Robin released your arms and pushed a piece of hair off your forehead.
Out of habit, you began to pull your hoodie back down, and Eddie grabbed your wrists.
"No more of that. Nope."
"Yeah. I bought you this hoodie, and I want you to wear it like it's meant to be worn. And so help me Y/N, I will tickle you so hard if you don't."
You brought your hands up over your face, unable to handle your friends right now. This was so flustering.
"I agree. No more hiding your stomach, Y/N. Or else we'll get ya again," Robin teased.
"Well if that's the case, I'm never wearing this thing around you all again," you laughed, sitting up.
"Aw, you know you will, because you love us," Eddie said as he elbowed you.
"Aaand I think Y/N liked that. They haven’t quit smiling since."
"Shut up, Nancy."
"Watch it," Steve warned, poking you in the stomach until you doubled over in defense.
"Ohohokay, maybe she's right."
Needless to say, from then on your friends managed to find you plenty of cropped apparel. And maybe, just maybe, you wore the clothes anyways. What's the worst that would come of it?
The reader falls and sprains their ankle, which leads to an interesting discovery for the rest of the gang (Robin, Steve, Nancy and Eddie).
This is a tickle fic, don’t read if that’s not your thing.
You weren’t even entirely sure how it happened. One second you were peering over the banister of the stairs to the basement, and the next you were at the bottom, one leg awkwardly caught underneath you, your ankle bent uncomfortably.
“Crap, Y/N, are you okay?” Robin was quick to rush over to you, picking up your backpack from where it had landed in front of you and offering you a hand up.
“Yeah,” you forced a laugh, trying not to be embarrassed. “I forgot how slippery these socks are. I’m fine.”
You pulled yourself up, trying to hide the pain you felt in your ankle as you walked over to the couch where Steve, Nancy, and Eddie were sitting. You weren’t about to walk with a limp and give them any more fuel for teasing you, even if it was friendly teasing. Besides, you were sure the pain would dull as the night went on.
“Ah yeah, blame the socks,” Eddie smirked, patting the open seat between him and Nancy. “It couldn’t have possibly been your fault.”
“Nope, definitely the socks.” You sat down, happy to have the weight off your ankle as you leaned back into the couch. “So what movie are we watching?”
Robin and Steve had grabbed the newest horror movie from the Family Video Store they worked at, despite your protests. It had become very known to the group that you, Eddie, and Robin got awfully jumpy after watching a horror movie. The only difference between you and Eddie and Robin was that Eddie and Robin hid it better.
So two hours later, you felt like your nerves were performing at an all-time high as you clutched a pillow to your chest and watched the credits roll.
“That was so overrated,” Steve sighed. “I mean, you knew who the killer was before we even knew all the characters.”
“Yeah, yeah, totally overrated,” you agreed, suddenly feeling the need to walk to shake out some of your nerves. “Anyone want some more popcorn?”
“Is that even a question?” Nancy stood up to come with you. “I’ll get us some more drinks.”
You pushed off the couch cushions and immediately recoiled, lifting your right foot back off the ground to take the weight back off of it. That wasn’t good. Maybe if you tried again?
You involuntarily hissed in pain as you tried to follow Nancy and ultimately came to a halt again.
“You alright, Y/N?” Steve asked, brows furrowed in concern.
“Uh yeah, my ankle is just a little sore from falling earlier is all.”
“I’ll get more popcorn, you sit back down, ‘kay?” Eddie stood up and pulled you back over to the couch.
“There’s an ACE bandage under the bathroom sink upstairs, if you’ll grab that too,” Robin said. Eddie gave her a thumbs-up before climbing the stairs.
“Of course, you have an ACE bandage, Buckley,” Steve laughed. “How many times have you fallen down those stairs yourself?”
“Uh, I’m just gonna ignore that.” Robin turned her attention back to you. “Can you move your ankle around still?”
Tentatively, you tried, wincing a little. It was uncomfortable, but possible.
“Well, it’s probably just a bad sprain then. I’ll wrap your ankle with the bandage to keep it stable, and you’ll just want to keep it up and ice it for a little bit.”
“I’m fine, really,” you protested, but Robin cut you off.
“Nope, no arguing with the queen of ankle injuries. I’m pretty much a professional when it comes to ACE bandages.”
“Fine,” you sighed, reaching down to pull the sock off your injured foot as Eddie and Nancy returned with the popcorn, sodas, and bandage. Robin took the bandage and knelt in front of you.
“I’m perfectly capable of wrapping my own foot, Robin.”
“Yeah, you’re perfectly capable of wrapping it incorrectly. Now shut up and let me work, okay?” She teased, holding one end of the bandage in place as she began to wrap it around the top of your ankle.
You watched as she wrapped it securely there twice, before looping it under and across the sole of your foot, then back up to the top, around the ankle again, then back to your sole, and -
You jumped as her fingers brushed lightly against the bottom of your foot and bit back a laugh.
“You okay? Did I wrap it too tight?” Robin paused to look up at you as your face began to flush red.
“Yeah, no, I’m good, it’s good. Just still jumpy from the movie, I guess.”
Robin hummed in response, finishing wrapping your foot.
“You know, I didn’t think the movie was that scary,” Eddie said beside you. “I can’t imagine it would make you that jumpy.”
“Or make you blush,” Nancy chimed in, catching on to what was really going on here.
“I’m not blushing, I’m injured. Have a little sympathy,” you joked, still avoiding eye contact with the group.
Despite being friends with the group for a year, you’d miraculously managed to keep them from finding out your ticklishness. And if they found out now, it’d be even worse. You couldn’t even run away, stupid ankle.
“Ah, the injured card. She’s definitely hiding something.” Steve nodded his head at Robin, and Robin fluttered her fingers on the bottom of your foot again.
You tried to pull your foot away, but Robin had a firm grip on it. She looked at you with a look of shock, and a grin that made your stomach sink.
“No way. You’re ticklish?”
“No, no, I’m not. Well, I mean, I am but I’m not even that ticklish on my feet, so I don’t really think this is.... Um, why don’t we watch another movie?” You were rambling and stalling, and you knew it, but the predatory looks from your friends were getting to you.
Nancy scooched closer to you, analyzing you with that look she had whenever she was trying to solve a puzzle.
“So you expect us to not act on the fact that you just told us your ticklish? Really?”
A poke to your left side from Eddie made you flinch hard toward Nancy, who took advantage of the situation by pulling your head into her lap.
“Hehey, wait,” you giggled nervously as Eddie stood so Robin could pull your legs up to where he’d previously been sitting.
“Gotta keep your ankle elevated, Y/N, so no moving okay?”
“But that’s not fahahair,” you protested, as Steve walked over and sat on your hips, while Eddie took a seat behind Nancy and held your arms up over your head.
“Life isn’t fair.”
And with that, Steve began squeezing up and down your sides. It felt like unbearably ticklish shocks shooting through your entire torso, and you threw your head back in Nancy’s lap.
“AHAHANAHA,” you screeched.
“Well now I believe what they said about their feet not being that ticklish,” Robin joked, laughing along with you.
Nancy spidered her fingers over your neck, which you’d so willingly opened up for attack in your laughter.
You didn’t know you could squeak, but now you, Nancy, Robin, Steve and Eddie all knew you could.
“EEE pleeHEEEASE nAHAHat thehere!”
“Not here?” Nancy teased. “Then where?”
“ANYWHEHEHEHERE ELSE!”
A poor choice of response on your part, apparently. Nancy decided to help Steve, clawing into your stomach as Steve zeroed in on your ribs, making your kick out your feet and thrash as you cackled.
“Hey, I said no moving,” Robin teased, holding your legs still.
“TOOOHOOOHOOO MUHUHUCH!” you cried out, tears of laughter making their way down your cheeks.
They immediately stopped, Eddie and Robin releasing your arms and legs while Nancy ran her hand through your hair.
“We’re done,” Steve smiled as you continued to giggle, an almost delirious smile on your face.
“It tihihickled sooo bahahad,” you mumbled, relaxing into the feeling of Nancy playing with your hair.
“Yeah, but you looked like you were having fun,” Eddie said nonchalantly, looking down at you.
“Mahaybe,” you admitted, covering your face as you felt it flush red.
“Noted,” Steve remarked, throwing a few pokes at your stomach so you’d lower your hands. You squeaked, grabbing his wrists. “Come on, I’ll drive you home since you’re injured and all.”
“Oh shoot, that’s my driving foot too,” you realized. “I sure hope it heals fast, otherwise I’m gonna be laid up and bored.”
“Laid up, maybe, but with us? You’ll never be bored,” Robin smiled, poking your foot.
“Greheat,” you groaned, drawing laughter from the group as they helped you up. They were right though. Life was never boring with those 4, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
