#ticklish luca

[veryblushyswitch]

I see that you are asking ideas for Luca's tickle fic so, what if Luca, just learning in his human form, doesn't know what tickling is and Alberto teaches him what it means to be ticklish, i love this two boys 🩷

I absolutely adore this concept!! I love thinking that Luca ends up being so curious about it and Alberto being more than happy to help with that curiosity 💖 Not to mention Luca wouldn't be too flustered about loving it whereas Alberto crumbles when the tables turn!

[nhasablogg]

Dungeons and tickles

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Lucas/Max, Eleven, Will, Dustin, Mike

Summary: Lucas is slightly too stressed and so his friends decide he needs a distraction.

A/N: Commission for anon! I hope you like it!

Words: 2.5k

None of them really thought Lucas was cheating, because how the hell was he even supposed to do that? Buying weighted dice in Hawkins of all places was a near impossibility, and Lucas just wasn’t a good enough liar to be lying about his hit points. Besides, it made no sense to cheat in Dungeons and Dragons, a game which relied on player choices, dice rolls and the interpretation of a world through the eyes of one single creator. Not to mention Lucas’ evident respect for the game. It was simply absurd.

But it was just way too much fun to pretend that Lucas was cheating, as that agitated him more. He’d been a bit of a pain in the ass recently, tryouts for the basketball team keeping him jumpy and snappy, only for him to turn around and apologize immediately after. Still, the constant mood swings weren’t canceled out by the apologies, even though they all appreciated them. Roping him into the game, while Max and El sat on the sidelines and watched, had been hard to begin with, but his mind seemed to be wandering anyway, and so they knew he needed a proper distraction to get him out of his funk. What better way than to mess with him a bit?

“I’m not cheating,” he said for the tenth time, throwing up his hands as Dustin pointed at him and doing a good job of not bursting into laughter through his fake accusation.

“You are,” he shot back. “Tell me how you’re doing well when you’re obviously not all here.”

“Maybe I’m just that good.”

“Oh, please.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows in a way that was dangerous. “Do you have something you wanna say?”

Dustin grinned innocently at him. “No, nothing at all.”

“We can all see that you’re cheating though,” Will said, and Lucas sighed loudly.

“Not you too,” he said, rubbing at his temples. “I’m too tired for this. I give in. I’m going home.”

“Oh, come on,” Max said, grabbing his hand before he could stand up. “Don’t go. We’re having fun, right?”

“I’m being accused of cheating. That’s not fun at all.”

“So stop cheating.” Mike’s words made Lucas turn to him, annoyance evident across his face. “It’s as simple as that.”

“You know damn well I’m not a cheater.”

“Do I?”

Lucas gritted his teeth. “I’m leaving.”

Max’s grip on his hand suddenly tightened. “No.”

Everything was a blur after that; voices mixing and limbs tangling, until Lucas found himself pinned to the floor by them all, with Max most prominently straddling his waist.

“What are you doing?” he asked, suddenly aware that maybe all the accusing fingers were simply there to mess with him. He felt his annoyance melt away, being replaced by nerves instead. From the prospect of this, with Max on his waist, Will and Dusting holding his hands and Mike sitting on his legs, his body was left slightly too exposed for his liking. Eleven, who’d been quiet throughout it all, was sitting beside Max, smiling at him in a way that made him all the more nervous.

“We’re getting you back for cheating,” Max said, quickly dropping her facade. “And helping you get rid of all that excess energy you always have when you’re nervous about something.”

Lucas pulled weakly at his arms. “You can help me in other ways, you know. I don’t remember deserving whatever you’re about to do.”

“Uh, remember being rude to me at lunch today?” Dustin said.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “I said I was sorry.”

“Yeah, but you’d been rude the previous period too.”

“I’m going through a lot right now-”

“Oh, we know. This is simply just a bit of revenge.”

Lucas knew deep down what they were about to do, and so he turned toward Max, knowing if anyone would show him mercy it would be her. But Max was looking determined and Lucas realized he was doomed.

“Please don’t,” he said as she pulled up his shirt to expose his belly to the cold air of the basement.

“I’m sorry, but we have to.” She moved over to let El scoot closer beside her, the two of them sharing a look which he couldn’t interpret but which he knew meant trouble. He realized what was about to happen when they both leaned down, their faces coming close to his skin, seeming giddy like children.

Lucas screamed as they started blowing raspberries into his skin on either side of his belly, as if their lives depended on it, over and over, sending ticklish shocks through him. The initial panic merely doubled as Will suddenly started blowing raspberries into his neck as well, just beneath his chin where Lucas couldn’t shield himself. He could feel them laughing into his skin, enjoying this, and one part of him relished in their enjoyment. They’d not been kids for a long time. Maybe having to endure this was worth it just for the laughter.

Mike was going to town on his feet, holding onto his ankles for dear life lest he wanted to get his teeth knocked out. He’d grown taller, stronger over the summer, although Lucas was still stronger and probably always would be. Still, their tickle fights, rare as they were now, were no different from the ones they’d had as kids. Chaotic. Merciless. So much belly laughter they nearly couldn’t breathe. They’d not gotten Will as often as they used to after he’d gone missing and come back, but the few times they had - careful pokes, gentle smiles - had been reminders of childhood. Dusting screaming bloody murder whenever they got him. Mike running away until Lucas tackled him. Lucas having to be pinned by all three of them if they wanted to even attempt to poke him.

But Max had mellowed him out. Max had shown him it was okay to be vulnerable. Max, with her nimble fingers and teasing grin, who was beaming up at him now between raspberries. Max kept him young as the world around them tried to literally kill them. And in turn, Lucas remained gentle despite it all.

Lucas snapped out of his brief daydream (how the hell could he daydream through tickling like this?) when Mike switched spots, latching onto his hips which made them all shuffle around. He protested as they all paused their tickling for a moment, but no one was listening to him. Will simply grabbed his thighs, as if ready to squeeze at any moment, while Dustin wormed his fingers into his armpits, making him squirm from simply the contact. Max remained at his belly while El moved upward to take Will’s old spot at his neck, and suddenly Lucas wondered if he was to survive this. Max still had him straddled, but she was sitting up properly now, gently caressing his stomach as if to calm him. It tickled, but not enough to make him laugh. The only reason he was giggling now to begin with was due to the anticipation. He was pinned. He was exposed. He knew how this would end.

Did he plead? Of course not. He had a, somewhat misguided, ego to think of.

He would, though. Eventually. He knew that too.

The world was still for a moment, and then they all started at the same time, turning him into a momentarily fumbling mess of confusion, not knowing what sensation to react to first, until it all suddenly exploded simultaneously in the form of hysterical laughter. He felt Max’s hands around his belly button, squeezing around it lightly while El was curling her fingers under his chin. Those two things would be enough to have him begging for mercy, only somewhere beneath that he could feel Will squeezing his thighs, kind enough not to be gentle at the very least. He wasn’t sure if he could handle gentle scratching on his legs right now, not when Dustin was succeeding more and more in prying his arms up so that he could tickle his armpits more properly. Behind Max, somehow fitting between her and Will, Mike was still latched onto his hips, squeezing them in all his might. It was a miracle Lucas hadn’t bucked Max off in his struggle to escape, but later, when he’d been granted his much needed mercy, he would realize she probably wasn’t the only one pinning him down.

He could picture it. El and Will and Max taking turns holding his flailing arms, while Will held his legs down so that Mike could reach his spot. Or maybe it was Mike who was holding him down so that Will could tickle his thighs? Lucas didn’t know. Lucas couldn’t know from where he was lying, on his back on the floor, eyes squeezed shut as he laughed and laughed. He felt another raspberry on his belly, just beneath his navel, and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was Max. A raspberry to his neck told him that Eleven was following suit, not necessarily a follower as much as being unsure of what was allowed. He was glad that, in the midst of it all, none of the others started blowing raspberries on other body parts. That would’ve been crossing several lines.

“Aha!” Dustin’s exclaim was heard through his laughter, but was mostly just noise to him now, busy as he was. He could tell his shout of triumph came from Dustin finally pinning one of his arms to the side, not fully above his head but enough so that he could wiggle his fingers in the hollow of his arm with no problem, making Lucas’ focus shift to him for a moment. It was probably the worst of it; how he couldn’t focus on one torture at a time, but was bouncing between them. One moment he was with Will, who was still squeezing his thighs as if his life depended on it, moving between spots at the speed of light. The next he was with Mike, who was tickling his hips at the same spot over and over, slowly driving him insane. Before he could notice anything else about it - if he was being gentle or not, how the hell could Lucas tell like this? - he was with Max again, who wasn’t blowing raspberries anymore but was instead circling a finger around his belly button, getting ready to dive in. Lucas would’ve asked her not to, would’ve screamed and pleaded and begged, had El not switched tactics in a drastic enough way that he noticed, transferring his ever moving focus to her.

“No!” he cried, possibly his first coherent word since this started. But El didn’t listen, because how could she even tell he was speaking to her? She simply tickled both sides of his neck at the same time, just below his ears, making it impossible for him to scrunch up for defense. And maybe that would’ve been his demise had Dustin not found the spot that connected his upper ribs to his armpit…

He didn’t know how he did it, only that Max was suddenly flying off of him and his foot had accidentally knocked into the side of Mike’s head, and maybe the sight would have been funny had he been in any other position. The momentary relief simply made for a worse continuation, when he’d tasted the lovely taste of a non-ticklish existence.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he said when Max started poking him, although not straddling him again.

“You did that on purpose,” she was saying, laughing along with him.

“Where did you get your strength from anyway?” Mike asked, holding his head. “Maybe you should audition for the wrestling club or something instead.”

“Mike, they’re not called auditions.”

“You know what I meant.”

Their game of DnD was forgotten, as were the accusations of Lucas cheating. The tickling was turning into a tickle fight rather than pure torture, but Lucas was drained and had a hard time putting up a fight, and so it wasn’t hard for Mike to grab his feet again or for Max to claw at the back of his ribs when he tried to roll away. The other three stayed back this time, except for the brief poke Dustin aimed at his ribs when Lucas rolled closer to him.

“Please, mercy, oh my god-”

“You think he’s had enough?” Will asked.

“He can take a bit more, can’t you, Lucas?” Lucas managed to catch the moment Max’s face softened as she grinned down at him, maybe realizing he wasn’t able to handle much more. “But maybe we should round it off. Does anyone want one last tickle before we let him go?”

“How about another raspberry?” El said, and Lucas could only close his eyes and lie there and take it as she, Max and somewhat surprisingly Will blew raspberries on his belly for another moment. It wasn’t as bad as the rest, but being all tickled out it was enough to send ticklish shocks through his body, although he did little to stop them.

“I knew you were still ticklish,” Dustin said when they’d helped him up again, hands rough against his skin to help rub out the residual tickles that they knew lingered on him.

“Did I ever say otherwise?” Lucas didn’t have the energy to sound annoyed.

“No, but it’s been a while since we tickled you.”

“You just tickled me enough to not have to do it again for the next ten years.”

“Or maybe we just caught up on what we’d missed.”

Dustin nudged him in the ribs and Lucas could only groan. “I’m so getting you back. I know how bad your belly is.”

“Big words from someone who was just begging for mercy.”

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your knees, Wheeler. You all better watch your backs.”

They all laughed, knowing full well he wasn’t kidding.

“Are you okay?” Max asked him later, the two of them curled up on the couch when they probably should’ve gone home ages ago. “Did we go overboard?”

“Yes to both.” Lucas softened, like he always did when he could smell sleep on her. “But it’s okay. I guess I deserved it.”

“That you did.” She ran a finger over his lower ribs, not tickling him necessarily but also not staying clear off his sensitive spots. He shivered, for various reasons. “And needed it.”

He felt himself flush. “I guess.”

“You guess, huh.” She grinned and he squeezed her tighter to him.

“Don’t get cocky. I can totally get you back.”

“But you won’t.”

“Not here, no.” He kissed her temple. “But you better be very very nice to me later when we’re alone.”

“I’m always nice.”

“Of course you are.” A pause, and, “I know none of you believed I was cheating.”

Max snorted. “Of course we didn’t.”

“That, if anything, deserves its own revenge, don’t you think?”

He heard Max gulp. Revenge would be oh so sweet. If he needed tickles, he needed to hear her laughter so much more.

[amazingmsme]

Such A Squealer

AN: Somehow managed to whip this up lickety split before I start on my homework. This was a really cute prompt, & lumax holds a special place in my heart. Hope y'all enjoy day 11!

Max considerer herself to be a good girlfriend, no, a great girlfriend. She shared the same interests with Lucas, she was funny, supportive, and even though she was hesitant to think so, she knew that some people would say she's pretty. (Her mom insisted on it, at least.) And to top it off, she was currently giving him a massage without even being asked.

"Okay, but it better not be some kinda trick," he teased, laying down on the bed. He rested his chin on his hands and shifted until he was comfortable. She straddled his waist and began working her palms over tense shoulders. He'd been complaining about being sore after practice, so this was the least she could do.

Her hands traveled the expanse of his back, over the rolling hills of his shoulders and the valley of his lower spine. She carried on for a few minutes before slipping her hands under his shirt to glide over bare skin. He let out pleased grunts and hums as she released the tight knots in his back, allowing his troubles to melt away.

And then her hands traveled too far down, veering off to the side and she happened to squeeze his hips. Lucas jolted as if he'd been electrocuted, and squealed. He clapped a hand to his mouth just as a grin tried to overtake his features. He'd been too late to muffle the sound, and Max's interest was piqued.

"Oh? What was that?" she asked, doing it again. Lucas jolted, arms pressing down against his sides.

"N-nothing," he said, voice at least two octaves higher. Max looked at the back of his head with skepticism and grinned.

"Mm, that didn't sound like nothing," she mused, idly drawing circles with her thumbs over his hipbones. He snorted, burying his face in a nearby pillow to muffle his laughter.

Max couldn't have that. She loved the way his laugh sounded. He didn't hold back, and it just sounded so bright it could light up a room. It was the sound of pure, unbridled joy- his joy. And she was the only making him happy. She decided she deserved to hear it and yanked the pillow away, tossing it aside.

He yelped when his shield was stolen before falling into endless giggles as Max kneaded his hips.

"Nohoho, plehehease!" he begged, curling up on his side. Max persisted and used his new position to roll him on his back. He was breathless, hair tussled and he had the biggest smile of his face she's ever seen.

"Is there a reason you've been hiding this tickle spot from me?" she asked, hands formed into claws and poised to strike. He giggled nervously and looked away.

"Ihi wasn't hiding it! You just didn't find it!" he defended himself. She arched a brow.

"You could've told me," she cooed. Lucas snorted.

"Yeah right. You just would've tortured me sooner!" he justified, unable to tear his eyes away from her hands.

"Guess I'll have to make up for lost time then," she said smugly and shrugged. His eyes widened and he tried to grab her hands and push them away, but she was too quick. Rapid squeezes to the hips assaulted his nerves and sent tiny shocks of electricity through his body. He shrieked, head thrown back against the mattress, mouth hanging open as cackles escaped. Max was glad her mom wasn't home, surely she'd think they were being killed. Now that she thought about it, maybe some of the neighbors did. Oh well, she'll be happy to explain the misunderstanding if any cops were to arrive. Hopper would certainly find it funny.

Lucas was thrashing around on the bed, laughing freely and most notably, not trying to stop her. Max grinned to herself, taking a deep breath before diving down. She blew a raspberry as hard as she could on his hipbone, and another loud squeal cut through the air. She kept going until she was smiling so wide, she couldn't get a good seal on his skin. She rose back up, so breathless and happy you'd think she was the one being tickled.

"Dude, you are such a squealer!" she teased, squeezing his hips so he couldn't protest, though he still tried.

"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted through persistent giggles.

"Wanna bet?" she asked playfully, wiggling her brows at him before taking a large breath. Lucas shook his head, eyes wide and an overwhelming smile in place.

"Nonono wahahait!" She didn't wait, instead blowing another raspberry on his other hip. Needless to say, Max proved her point.

[lovelynim]

its so exciting to see nijisanji en in your fandom list sksjdjej!! can i request either any luxiem member x reader or something with a ship of your choice?? a drabble or fic or hcs whatever u want. im just deprived of niji en stuff here on tumblr

IM SO, SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY WAHHHH

I don't have any good excuses for why it took me so long to finish this drabble, but I still hope you like this!

I kinda got the idea after Luca's new outfit reveal video so... yeah, heheh

“Boss?” You said, raising an eyebrow as you looked at Luca slouching on the couch. Crossing your arms and wearing a frown on your face, you interrupted your previous line of thought. “Boss!! Are you even listening to me?!”

He nearly jumped off the couch, startled by the sound of your voice. “O-of course! Please, go on,” he chuckled nervously, trying to slightly adjust his posture as you stood close to his seat.

Letting out a sigh, you picked up the paper, continuing your reading from where you left it. It was just a briefing about how the last operation went, nothing much different from usual, but also not interesting enough to keep Luca’s attention.

Not five minutes later, his eyes started to stare into the void, his eyelids weighting tenfold, making him struggle to keep it open. As your voice was getting more and more distant, he started to slowly doze off, dropping his head forward.

Almost at the land of dreams, Luca was barely aware of the moment you stopped talking. It shouldn’t be that important. It was just some boring reports, who care about them? Well, you did.

“I can’t believe you are ignoring me again!” You yelled at him, landing your hands on his shoulders. As your thumbs rubbed deep circles into the back of his shoulders, your other fingers tickled his neck and collarbone, waking him up in a blink of an eye.

“W-whAHAhahat?! I-I wahas noHOhot!!” He squealed, bringing his hands up and tugging on your wrists, trying to pry them off his shoulder as hard as he could, but he could barely lift them from his body.

The blonde arched his back, trying to squirm away from your thumbs, kicking his feet as he laughed out loudly. “P-pleheHEHase!! I-I’m sohohorry!”

“Hm? For what, if I may ask, boss? Didn’t you just say you weren’t ignoring me?” You teased, the annoyance clear on your voice. The only answer you got from Luca was another cry among his laughter when you decided to move your thumbs up, now targeting his nape.

“Should I remind you how important these reports are, boss?” You nagged at him, watching as he scrunched up his shoulders and moved his head around to try to protect himself. Well, a few more minutes should teach him to not sleep during important meetings, right?

[kiri-mikua]

i just think the dads are in love c:

playful lucas and very confused yugo 🙈

he just saw him changing and wanted to mess w him 

[hazmatazz]

hi mike's ticklish btw. when lucas, dustin, or maybe even max get annoyed w him they attack his sides

[bennyzblog]

I'm obsessed with Stranger Things at the moment sooo... Can i request lee!will and lers!mike, dustin, and lucas?

YES OF COURSE!!

Call uncle!

Lee! Will , Lers! Mike, Dustin and Lucas

Warnings : swearing and tickling (takes place in s2 thought it would be more fitting)

It was a Saturday evening, and all the gang was collected in the basement planning a whole new campaign. Will was scribbling down character facts about the almighty 'will the wise' while Mike watched in wonder, he's always liked will's drawings and the amazing backstory he could always come up with for his characters. It was also really comforting to know he's back with them.

"Hey will what's that?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, leaning over the couch to see what will was drawing, which he hid from his view instantly.

"Heyy, I'm not done yet you can't see it!" Will grinned as a small chuckle fell from his mouth, and both Dustin and Lucas collectively rolled their eyes.

"But Mike's able to see it!" Dustin whined, turning to will now. Mike gave him a shit eating smirk, and he swore he would get him for that.

"Because he's a dungeon master, sorrrryyy dustin." Will stuck out his tongue, and both Lucas and Dustin turned to eachother then looked at will then Mike. Mike new exactly what was going on.

"Here will let me hide it for you real quick." Mike smiled while Will handed over his drawing, he bolted and quickly hid it in a spot only he and will knew about, though he was too late because, he already heard shrieks and giggles. He playfully rolled rolled his eyes as he walked back, seeing that Dustin and Lucas tag teamed Will, who was trying to squirm away.

"Call uncle!" Lucas shouted, a laugh coming from the Raven haired male.

"noho! ihim tohoho tough for thAhat!" Will giggled back, hope came to his eyes once he saw Mike kneel down. Though that hope was shattered one he placed his hands on his ribs.

"You gonna call uncle now?" Mike had an evil look on his face, Dustin and Lucas both looked confused. Only Mike knew that Will's death spot was on his ribs, Will squirmed even more which Mike giggled at. Mike dug in, and will threw his head back against Lucas's chest with a shriek and then laughter coming with it.

"TRAHAitohor!!!" (Traitor) Will said shaking his head, Lucas and Dustin paused and then turned towards Mike who gave the 'I know everything look', they gulped and went back to tickling Will, who was reduced to snorts and wild laughter.

"UNCLE!! UHUNCLE!!" Will eventually said, and they all instantly let off of Will, Mike seemed proud of himself! Will slowly sat up with a grin.

"Okayyy, maybe I can show you guys. But you'd have to get the hiding spot out of Mike, and I happen to know his secret too." Mike grinned sheepishly, not a moment to get away Lucas tackled him and once again the wheeler basement was screaming with laughter.

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HERE!! SOREY I DIDNT PROOF READ IT </3

[lopsicle]

Woo, I say it’s been looking then 2-3 business weeks, and I still haven’t written that Lumax tickle fic, so I suppose I should get onto that.

Pairings: Lumax (lee! Lucas, ler! Max

Warnings: Tickle fic,

Punishment fits the crime

‘Luuuuucas~!’ A playful, yet threatening voice called out throughout the house. Lucas’ feet collided with the carpet as he made a mad dash through the corridors. His heart was beating out of his chest, as he heard a gentle, yet alarmingly fast presence approach. He anxiously looked around at his surroundings, his legs bouncy as his fingers dug into his palms. He practically pushed his body weight into the door to his left, stumbling as he looked around the bedroom. Hiding under the bed? Too obvious. Jumping out the window? She’d catch up with him. The closet? The closet. The closet! Lucas practically slammed the door behind him, as he rushed over to the dark brown closet. His hands anxiously fiddled with the knobs as he pried them open, hopping inside quickly. He shut the doors, a comforting darkness enveloping him as his body gently slid down until he was curled up on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest as he took in slow deep breaths, all the anticipation he had beginning to slowly leave him…

And come right back when had the door to the bedroom opening. ‘Luuuucas!’ A voice called out playfully in a sing songy tone. Lucas clasped his hands over his mouth, taking in slow, shaky breathes. ‘Let’s see..’ he heard slow, agonisingly slow footsteps as Max made sure to check every single area of the room; Lucas’ anticipation and anxiety built more and more.

‘What about here?’ Max said casually, taking slow, quiet steps as Lucas’s eyes darted around the small crack in the closet door, and he saw a bright blue hoodie on the other side of the door. His breathing hitched for a second, before the doors flung open quickly as Max stood over him with a wide smirk as Lucas let out a frightened squeal.

‘There you are!’ Max grinned to herself, as Lucas tried to push past her, but had Max’s arms quickly wrapped her arms around his waist. She sat in the floor cross legged, and brought the kicking Lucas into her lap, holding him just firm enough so that he couldn’t run away.

‘Now, are you going to tell me where you hid my skateboard or am I gonna have to tickle the living hell out of you?’ She said casually with a wide smile, as Lucas awkwardly shifted around in her lap, gently biting his lip and blushing madly at the tease, all his anticipation increasing ten fold. He kept his mouth shut as he gently buried his face in her neck as she grinned wider.

‘No? Okay then, don’t say I didn’t warn ya!’ She began gently spidering her fingers up and down his sides, the touch was gentle and quick, but it was enough to make Lucas’ squirm as small giggles escaped his lips.

‘M-mehehx, agh, p-pleahahse..’ he begged softly, his body twitching around at the light touches.

‘Please what? Please tickle me more? If you insist!’ Max smiled widely as her hands dug around under Lucas’s shirt, before rapidly scratching around against the bare, sensitive skin.

‘Ah! M-maahahahahax, cahahahahame on, eeep!’ Lucas squealed out, curling up slightly around Max’s arm as careless laughter poured out of his mouth.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle, Lucas! You know how to get me to stop!’ Max cooed gently, dragging her nails up to his ribs. She began digging her nails into his ribs, before gently wiggling her fingers into them.

‘Ahhhh, nahahahahahaha, Mahahahahahahahahax!’ Lucas felt his face heat up each time Max said that god forsaken word. The intense feeling practically tour through his body as he twitched and squirmed about softly. ‘Swihahahaahahtch spahahahahahahts!’ He pleaded desperately.

‘Hm, if you insist!’ Max cooed, as she gently left Lucas on the floor to catch his breath, knowing he wouldn’t run away. She rummaged through the open closet and retrieved a very soft, bristly hairbrush.

‘Last chance, Lucas!’ She grinned widely, as she sat on his hips, rolling up his shirt to his chest. Lucas blushed and gulped, biting his lip as he shook his head.

‘Your funeral,’ she smirked, as she began sliding the brush up and down his sides, making her movements slow and careful, deeply scratching into the skin.

‘M-mahaahAHAHAHAHAHAahahahhahx, p-pleahahahahahahahae!’ He pleaded softly, his hips buckling up and down at the touch.

‘You know how to make me stop!’ She teases gently, moving the brush to his belly and tracing it around in circles.

‘N-nahahaAHAHAHAHAHAAH, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!’ He whined, his torso dancing from side to side as he felt the consistent, intense presence of the brush on his bare skin.

‘Aww, is your little tummy too ticklish?’ She baby talked him softly, before rapidly scrubbing the brush around all over his belly, sporadically so he had no way of knowing where she’d strike.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHA, THAHEHEHEEHEHEH AHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHTTIC!’ He practically screamed, his body convulsing as his head shook with ticklish glee.

The brush was taken away almost instantly as Max stood up, leaving Lucas to catch his breath on the floor. She smirked at the state she left him in before leaning down to his face. ‘Next time you wanna be tickled, you can just ask me~!’ She whispered teasingly, causing Lucas to blush and curl up as she skipped out of the room.

Lucas breathing slowed and calmed, as he composed himself, leaning against the bed. God, he loved her so much.

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So, my third tickle fic after a while, I’ve noticed that I can’t find a single Elmax tickle fic, so I may write one if y’all want me to, but I have a couple of asks I still need to get to.

Hope you enjoyed it!

[alotofpockets]

Unexpected gestures | Beth Mead x Reader

Where your son learned something you aren't too happy with

And a happy birthday to our Meado!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.1k

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You hear your son waking up in the other room, so you quickly get up to make sure your wife can sleep in on her birthday. After placing a soft kiss onto Beth’s forehead, you sneak out of your bedroom and into that of your son.

“Good morning sweetie.” His eyes light up when he sees you, “Mommy!” His arms reach out for you, and like every morning you wake him up, you lay down in his bed with him for some cuddles. You’re cuddling for a bit when all of a sudden Lucas sits up, “Mama’s birthday!.” 

“It is!” You were amazed by the fact that he remembered. Over the past couple of weeks you had been trying to teach Lucas the concept of time. To aid him learning the days passing, you had made a calendar where he would cross off every day that came to an end before he went to bed. He had also been using it to count down to Beth’s birthday, which he had seen last night was going to be the cross for tomorrow. 

“Do you want to help me make some breakfast to surprise her with?” Your sweet angel loved to help with everything. He was the kindest soul, Lucas truly was the best parts of you and Beth combined. The loving personality of your wife, and your caring one. Lucas nodded eagerly and was out of his room before you knew it. His little feet against the floors never failed to bring a smile to your face.

Once you make it downstairs yourself, you see Lucas had already found his favourite apron. You help him tie the dinosaur apron in the back, and get his step stool ready. You gather the ingredients together, Lucas loved making pancakes lately, which was probably because they were his favourite food over the last few months, but you happily went with it knowing that Beth would love anything her sweet boy made. 

You measure out the ingredients together, and place them in separate bowls to the side, so that Lucas could do all the pouring into the mixing bowl on his own. After telling him which ingredient went in next, he poured all the contents of the smaller bowls into the big mixing bowl. Snapping a quick picture of his focussed face with his tongue sticking out in concentration.

After mixing the batter you put the batter into the pan, and flip them together with Lucas. You loved watching your smiley boy’s face light up when another pancake was done. When you had a big enough stack, you cut up some fruits, while Lucas put some berries in a bowl. He thought you didn’t notice him putting a few handsfull in his mouth instead of in the bowl, but of course you had seen, you were just not going to stop your kid from eating fruit. 

When everything was ready, you put it on a tray and walked up to your bedroom to surprise Beth. Your wife had woken up a couple of minutes ago, but pretended to be asleep when she heard the two of you whispering in the hallway. 

Lucas jumped onto the bed and fell on top of Beth, leaving you chuckling from the doorframe. “Mama wake up, it’s your birthday!” He was gently shaking her body. The next second his giggles fill the room as Beth holds him close and starts tickling him. “Mommy help me.” He said between giggles. 

You set the tray with breakfast on your nightstand, and sit down on the bed. Instead of taking Lucas away from your wife’s grip, you decided to tickle Beth back. “Okay okay, I’m stopping.” Your wife was just as ticklish as your son was. 

“Happy birthday, my love. We made you some breakfast.” She takes in the meal that you present to her, “Thank you so much, it looks amazing.” She kisses you and then kisses Lucas on his cheek. “You two are the best.” Lucas shakes his head, “No mama, you are the best.” Your heart melted instantly. 

Breakfast was spent in bed together, as well as Beth opening both your presents and cards. Lucas had insisted on making his own card, and you had taken him to the store to pick out his own present for her. She loved everything that the two of you got her, and cuddled you both as a thank you.

In the afternoon Beth’s teammates would come over to celebrate, since it was a nice day out, you were setting up the backyard for it. Lucas insisted on hanging up decorations outside, and you agreed that it would make the backyard look more festive. You hung one side of the decorations, while Beth had Lucas on her shoulders, tying the otherside. 

It was a nice quiet moment with your family, before your backyard would be filled with the footballers that were basically a part of your family as well. 

The festivities were well underway when Lucas walked up to you. “Hi sweetie, what’s up?” With a devilish smirk he lifts up his middle finger at you. You look at him in disbelief, “Who taught you that?” He points back to a group of the girls, “Auntie Katie.” 

You get down to his level, “Sweetie, what Katie taught you is not a very nice gesture. We don’t do that, okay?” He nods his head in the form of an okay. “Sorry mommy.” You kiss his forehead. “It’s okay sweetie, go back to playing. Mommy will talk to Auntie Katie.” 

With a couple of steps you are standing in front of Katie with your arms crossed. “Ooooh you’re in trouble.” Kyra chuckles, you send her a warning glare and she lifts up her hands in surrender. You never got angry so Katie knew that whatever it was, you meant it. “If I hear you taught my sweet boy any more gestures like that or swear words, you will lose the honour of being his Auntie, do you hear me McCabe?” She nods, “Yes ma’am, I’m sorry.” 

You find the birthday girl in the kitchen, grabbing a few drinks. “What’s wrong, baby?” She immediately notices the slight frown on your face. “Katie taught Lucas how to flip people off.” Beth tries her hardest to keep her laugh in. “It’s not funny.” You shove her slightly, but fail to keep your laugh in yourself. “Yeah, it’s not funny at all.” Beth replies. She puts her arms around you, come on, let’s get back to the party. 

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[veryblushyswitch]

could you please do prompt 97 with ler!Lucas and Lee!Max from stranger things? Thanks+I love your work🩷

Max & Lucas ~ (tickle fic)

Summary: Lucas takes Max down a few pegs after she keeps saying she’s not ticklish.

Lee: Max & a little lee Lucas

Ler: Lucas & a little ler Max

Authors Note: I’m so happy to be writing requests again!! Thank you to everyone who has sent one in!! I’m getting to them when I can and I appreciate your patience 💖

"Hm, but I thought you weren't ticklish?" Lucas sarcastically remarked over his girlfriend’s giggles.

Max could never live down the fact that she was ticklish. Even though Lucas was 100 times more sensitive than she was, she couldn’t escape the fact that tickling made her lose all control and submit to laughter.

And maybe she didn’t really mind that. Not that she would ever tell anyone. But she didn’t need to. Lucas saw through her tough girl façade and made sure to indulge her in tickle fights every now and then.

The whole situation had started when Lucas was the victim of a tickle attack himself. He was unable to do anything but laugh as Max massaged his ribs and poked his neck.

After he surrendered, she proclaimed how she couldn’t believe anyone could be that ticklish. Even going as far to say, “I couldn’t imagine being that ticklish. Not that I’m ticklish anyway.”

This sparked that revenge nerve inside Lucas. He eyed his prey and pounced before giving it a second thought. Without time to process his sudden counterattack, Max yelped as Lucas pinned her to the floor and started squeezing her sides.

“Luhucahahahahahas! Stahahahahahap!” Max scrambled to grab at his hands. She failed in the long run as he would switch to her underarms or ribs and back to her sides. This kept her on high alert and unable to predict his next move.

"Hm, but I thought you weren't ticklish?" Lucas smirked, moving to do the same technique she used on him just a moment ago.

“NAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! LUCAHAHAHAHAHAS! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” She pushed at the hand attacking her ribs and scrunched her shoulders when the hand tickling her neck skimmed her ear.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out? Sucks for you, Mad Max~” Lucas teased. Max kicked her legs and soon came to the conclusion that she wasn’t going to get out of this by squirming.

She reached out and tweaked Lucas’ side. A high pitched squeal, that Lucas would never admit to being the source of, echoed through the air before he pinned the offending hand down with his knee.

“Oh you are so in for it now, Mayfield!” He moved his wiggling fingers to her underarm and watched as she screeched and erupted once again into laughter. Her other hand tried hard to protect the area, but all efforts were futile.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Max pulled at her wrist and even let out a snort. To which Lucas struggled to keep upright as he was sent into hysterics at the sound.

“SHUHUHUHUT *snort* UHUHUHUHUP!” Lucas laughed so hard at the second snort that he completely fell over onto his side. Max immediately curled into a ball and grasped her sides. Giggles rang through the air as Max recovered from the tickles and Lucas calmed down.

“You’re soho mehean.” Max playfully whined, kicking at Lucas’ arm while he controlled his giggles.

“Sahays the one who tickled me first!” He pushed at her foot and even gave it a few scribbles making her squeal and pull her legs to her chest.

They continued to giggle and lay on the floor, telling stories and eventually getting up when it was time for Max to leave. She placed a kiss to his forehead before Lucas cupped her face and kissed her lips.

They melted into each others embrace as they hugged. Lucas waved goodbye and smiled at the memory of recent events. Yet another memorable date for the books.

~

Oh my gosh I haven’t done requests in forever!! Hope you enjoyed this and thank you everyone for your patience 💖

[nhasablogg]

Mad Max And The Week Long Tickle War part 1

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Max/Lucas, Will

Summary: Lucas beats Max in a game at the arcade and he’s being a little TOO gleeful about it.

A/N: Based on a prompt I got that has now turned into a whole collaborative project with @hypahticklish and @lesbian-byers! Stay tuned for six more parts with one fic a day for the rest of the week!

Words: 1 164

(Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

At one point in their relationship they’d stopped going to the arcade together, although Max still went on her own from time to time, when she needed space, or when Lucas was busy playing DnD. Something about how she’d beat the boys before they even knew each other had become a sore spot and while she wasn’t one to avoid doing things just because others didn’t like that she was good at something, she found no reason to rub it in. It would just create tension, even if Lucas was a good sport about it now.

Sometimes she just ended up there anyway, her skateboard having steered her in the direction of the town, her hair tangled from the wind, her knees still scarred from accidents past, and she would stand outside as a 14 year old and enter as 11, hopeful and alone. Lucas caught her once, not asking her anything but if she’d had fun, pressing a kiss to her temple when she nodded.

“We should go,” Lucas said one day, pointing at the poster announcing the shiny new game that was coming to the arcade the following weekend.

“You think?” She watched his reaction and found only excitement. “Okay.”

She should’ve known it had all been in her own head. Lucas wasn’t insecure and never had been, especially not when it came to her, and so they eventually returned to the arcade, hand in hand, just for her to lose to him.

“You cheated,” she said automatically, knowing he didn’t and that she was only human. It didn’t even really matter. She wasn’t a sore loser, but the words had slipped out anyway, used to having to defend herself, and were probably what turned Lucas into a bad winner in return.

“Did not,” he said, grinning so smugly at her that she nearly forgot how much she adored his smile.

She huffed and flicked her hair over her shoulder, finding it easy to blame it for disrupting her concentration, easy to blame the lack of sleep from the night before, easy to blame the way he’d placed his fingers over the small of her back and kept them there. “Did so.”

“Oh, okay, and how exactly did I cheat?” He tilted his head at her in mock innocence, all raised eyebrows, all playfulness.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s play again and I’ll figure it out.”

“Mm, no. I don’t think so.”

“What, why not?”

“You think I’m stupid enough to play again when I won for once? Nuh uh. We’re leaving this place with me as the winner.” He then made the mistake of poking her, which made Max instinctively lunge for him, fingers on his ribs, digging in gently enough to have him howling, but he pushed her off quickly and much more easily than he tended to when they were alone.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” he said as they exited, the clouds ominous enough for them to pick up their pace, and Max was ready for the poke this time and evaded it.

“Better be careful, Sinclair,” she warned him. “Or I’ll go for the hips next.”

Only Lucas, naturally, wouldn’t stop gloating. Once they reached the Byers’ house, just about avoiding getting soaked, he’d told not only Will about his win, but also Jonathan, Joyce and Nancy, who happened to be there. 

He had it coming, really.

Will sat and watched them without interrupting as Max pinned Lucas to the floor, going straight for his hips with no mercy. Lucas missed his window of escaping and lay there in hysterics almost instantly, kicking his feet and shaking his head and calling out Max’s name without success. Max wrecked him anyway, claiming he deserved it for gloating. Claiming he had it coming when he’d first poked her.

But really, the most glaringly obvious reason, which she hoped neither he nor Will would figure out, was that she’d missed hearing his laughter like this; all high pitched, all vulnerable and open. All her doing.

And yeah, maybe she kinda wanted to take him down a notch too.

“Stop!” he cried, trying to grab her wrists. “Max, please!”

“Apologize for being a bad winner.”

“I’m sor-”

“I don’t believe you.”

Lucas squealed when she went for his neck, his hands flailing and his hips bucking so that she was nearly flung off. He was bigger than her and she’d not managed to trap him properly, so she knew this had the chance of ending too quickly for her liking.

Will was laughing from the couch, and when Max looked at him he was watching them intently, amusement so clearly written on his face. “You wanna help?”

Will seemed surprised. He was much more quiet nowadays, keeping to himself as if scared he wasn’t welcome anymore, even though they all still dropped into his house as if they lived there, which had apparently been something they used to do as children. Max found herself here more than her own home lately, what with everyone gravitating toward the house, the old house from before, as if to reassure themselves that, yes, the Byers were back and they were all okay.

“Sit on him,” she said, sliding off of Lucas ever so slightly. “And deal with his hands.”

Will didn’t protest. He didn’t say anything at all at first. Simply got up and took her place, placing his feet on each side of him. He wasn’t uncertain - he’d probably grown up with this - but he seemed timid, as if he’d forgotten how to act.

He only spoke when Lucas, gasping for air now that Max had stopped tickling him, met his eye pleadingly. “Better you than me.”

Lucas’ protests were drowned out by his own laughter when Max went for his neck again. Will quickly tried to grab his wrists, but Lucas, seemingly aware that he would be screwed if that happened, started struggling even more. It was only once they realized that there was no containing those hands that Will decided to join in by spidering his fingers up Lucas’ ribs, just a couple of times, just to make him scream.

It was enough. Lucas did scream. Lucas threw his head back and screamed, just one long sound, and they were all laughing afterward, Will shushing him through his giggles and Max retreating from his neck in order to let him breathe, and Lucas lay panting with a smile so beautiful etched on his lips that Max nearly wanted to scream herself.

“Are you gonna behave?” she asked him, catching Will’s eye just for long enough for him to grin knowingly at her, which embarrassingly enough embarrassed her.

“Y-yes,” he said, slapping at Will’s knee. “Get off of me you traitor.”

Will let out a laugh and did as he was told. “I’m just happy to be involved.”

“Oh, you’ll be involved all right when I get you.”

Something flickered across Will’s face; something briefly worried, but predominantly excited.

Oh Will.

[amazingmsme]

Hiii! Are u able to do some Dustin tickle hc? I really enjoy ur content :D

Aw I’m so glad you love it! I can definitely give you some! Dustin is honestly so underrated & we never really see much love for him on here, so I will gladly throw my hat in the ring to share the love for such a sweet boy!

-Dustin is really playful with his friends, be it lots of teasing & smack talk, or friendly wrestling matches, he likes to rile up his friends. So obviously he starts a lot of tickle fights in their group

-he may start them, but he can rarely finish them, unless he manages to form an alliance with someone, usually Lucas or Will. He prefers to have Lucas on his side, but if Dustin’s been too annoying that day then he won’t accept the truce & attacks him then & there saying this is what he gets

-when he teams up with Will, he’s more of the protector cause he’s not as ticklish as he is & it’s one of the terms of agreement they’ve decided on

-he has a really infectious, goofy laugh & it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard! Like if you hear it, there’s no way you won’t feel happy & you can’t help but laugh along

-which is why he’s one of the main targets out of their friend group. Poor Will is the #1 target, but Dustin is a very close second. He just puts up more of a fight & isn’t taken down so easily, which is half of the fun!

-if he’s feeling really playful or is in a lee mood he’ll tickle one of his friends in the hopes they seek revenge

-he found out Steve was ticklish before he could find out about his own weakness first. It was on accident when he climbed over him to reach the remote & his hand slipped. He didn’t have enough courage then to really do much with the information other than tease him

-once he got more comfortable & confident with himself, he wasn’t afraid to attack him like he does everyone else & was so damn smug about it

-but that opened up a whole new can of worms when Steve decided it was time for revenge. & he thinks his reactions are so funny he does it all the time. He really sees Dustin as a little brother & he likes to bully him with tickles & messes up his hair

-when they all joined Hellfire you bet your ass Eddie was a fucking MENACE to them. They’re the new guys & they’re young, so they’re easy pickings for teasing. & I know he probably used that playful kind of condescension with them cause they’re younger all the time & that includes catching them off guard with tickling. & Dustin was his favorite to do it to cause the guy made it so easy for him

-when Dustin shows off his flexibility to either freak them out or show off, someone always takes the opportunity to tickle under his arms

-when he’s tickled he screeches & swears a lot. The kid’s got the mouth of a sailor let’s be real. Steve & Eddie, being older, always jokingly get onto him for his language & tickle him even more

-one time during a campaign session, Dustin & the guys were being silly & not taking Eddie’s easy monsters seriously & he was getting kinda ticked off with them. & after they killed the wimp of a beast Dustin jokingly said “come on Eddie, I thought this was supposed to be high stakes. What’s next? A tickle monster?” & Lucas & Mike laughed it off with him. But the next week, guess what Eddie threw at them? Yeah, that’s right, a tickle monster. You get what you ask for bitch

-his worst spots are his tummy, armpits, & probably thighs? But his neck & ribs are also really ticklish. He’s just bad everywhere. You might as well close your eyes & go for it, you can’t miss

-he has tickle fights with Lucas all the time! Not as much as when they were younger, but he still likes to roll around & play like they used to. He calls it “cathartic” after all the shit they’ve been through. Lucas just calls him crazy (he enjoys it tho, he can’t deny that it’s still fun)

-he DID NOT HESITATE to spill the beans to Max about all of Lucas’s worst spots. Didn’t even have the decency to do it privately either. He told her whenever he was standing right there, making direct eye contact with him the whole time. He’s rotten like that

-he & Max teamed up against Lucas then & there. But Lucas turned right back around & got revenge immediately

-I just really love their friendship & people kinda seem to ignore it, even tho their dynamic is really fun & cute. There’s seriously no content for Dustin & Lucas together, even tho they’re really close & have a lot of chemistry. Stop sleeping on my boys

That’s all for now! Hope you enjoy as much as I did!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

luxiem and noisy sex

hey guys sorry i was mia for a while you see it was because i was [DEAFENING EXPLOSION AND AFTERSHOCK FOLLOWED BY COLLAPSING DEBRIS, THUNDER CRASH, BICYCLE HORN SOUND EFFECTS]

tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, smut, bottom/top or sub/dom not specified

⚠️ blow job mention in shu's entry

⚠️ mature content under read more. content under read more is not intended for minors

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

🖋 Ike Eveland

relatively quiet. ike doesn't make a racket often— it's more likely that he'll either tease you with dirty talk and come-ons

but once his brain gets too fucked out to stay coy, he's all shaky breaths and little whines

you can hear him quivering under his breath, as if getting caught would be a problem

which it very much isn't

invite him to get a little louder if you want an adorably flustered, adorably hard novelist. he'll feel so dirty if you do, but at the same time, he feels like making noise proves how much he trusts you

if you're noisy:

even though he doesn't make much noise, sex with you isn't complete without coaxing such sweet squeaks out of you

he takes it as a challenge, trying to figure out which part of your body is most sensitive by how loud you react

it makes him feel so sexy, and desirable, and powerful no matter what position he's in

prefers when you can't form words anymore, only helpless cries. oh, and if you actually do cry? god, he'll remember that forever

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🦁 Luca Kaneshiro

brings a whole new definition to "loud in bed". like seriously, even if you've had noisy partners before, luca puts them all to shame without even trying

he reacts to almost everything, and it doesn't take him a lot to get there. sometimes you wonder if he's faking it, but no, he's just that aware of everything he feels

he starts out with exclamations, and somehow forms words all the way until the end of the night. the sentences stop making sense halfway through, and by the time he climaxes it's a miracle if he can even get through his words without tripping up

if you're noisy:

is he the luckiest guy in the universe or what? it feels great to have someone that gets what it's like to be loud

doesn't even care what you say or do as long as he can hear it. just being able to hear those noises has his engine revving

then again, when you're lips are pressed up to him and he can still hear the muffled sounds and your vibrating throat, he just wants to fuck until you both white out in the afterglow

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👟 Shu Yamino

shu doesn't take sex too seriously and just wants to have fun above all else, and you have to wonder if it's because he always laughs at least once when you sleep together

he's actually quite ticklish, and his moans sometimes end in giggles. they sound so sweet even though what you do under the covers is anything but

this is one of the few things he's actually insecure about. he's so worried that it might kill the mood or make his partner feel self conscious

don't take it personally. he whimpers plenty when he's not giggling, and the last thing he wants is a misunderstanding just because of how his body expresses pleasure

if you're noisy:

sometimes he wishes he could commit every one of your noises to memory. they're easily his favorite part of going down on you

he fantasizes about your voice getting excited often. if you're ever apart, he'd love to listen to you masturbate and call his name over the phone

hell, even hearing his name from your trembling lips has his cock throbbing, ready to fill that pretty mouth and give you something to really choke on

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👹 Vox Akuma

tends to make more guttural sounds. growls, hums, and purrs galore. vox doesn't even try to make them sound sultry, they're just so low and irresistible, as expected of the voice demon himself

but if you catch him off guard you might just make him squeak in surprise and satisfaction. he even stutters and trips over his words

which is something he gets embarrassed over, especially since all his other noises are still on the low end of the spectrum, but calling attention to it gets him even more aroused

great sex usually ends with high-pitched whimpers and gasps, and the best ones have him screaming as he orgasms

if you're noisy:

your noises make him so unbelievably horny, you have no idea. the second he realizes you're loud, he wants nothing more than to hear you all night

it's a huge ego boost and fuels him to keep pushing his limits. anything to keep you crying out for him

he'll goad you into responding to his dirty talk just so he can hear you whimper in-between your words

whether you want to be praised or degraded, he tries to mention your voice and noises as much as he can since it's all he can think about

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[lovelynim]

Ohhh it was actually someone from Twitter I can show the user

(Sorry idk how to link)

Ahhh, I see

Thanks, I could find it and link it properly now, heheh ~

And gosh, it looks so good, look at Shu's face wahhh

[rizzyu]

luxiem + tickling/cuddling their SO?

Waves of Laughter

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive

Warning: Suggestive themes in Vox’s (of course), Mysta’s (yep of course), and a TINSY TINY bit in Shu’s, other streamers are mentioned in Shu’s

Summary: Luxiem tickling and cuddling you

A/N: Thank you anon for the request :)

Vox Akuma

You and Vox were lounging on the couch, watching something on TV. Your head leaned against his chest, your legs were draped over his lap, while Vox had an arm around your waist. Both of your eyes were fixed on the screen when a spicy scene came up. You weren’t surprised when that scene came up, I mean, this is Vox we’re talking about. You’d be surprised if he had not chosen something to watch without spicy scenes in it. You wanted to try to knock off Vox’s calm demeanour while watching this. “Bet you can’t make me squirm around like that.” You teased. “Oh, really now? Don’t test me, darling” Vox whispered in you ear before bringing a hand to your neck and started gently wiggling his fingers. You immediately started to squirm while strings of uncontrolled laughter slips from your lips. You tried to push Vox away but the ache in your stomach and the ticklish feeling Vox was sending through your nerves did not help. Vox finally let you breathe after the 45th time you pleaded for him to stop. Exhausted, you laid on the side of the couch, with Vox hovering over you. “Still think I can’t make you squirm around?” Vox teased while caressing your jawline, but you were too busy catching your breath to respond to him. A smirk tugged at Vox’s cheeks when an idea hit him, before picking you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom.

“Let me show you how else I can make you squirm under me.”

Mysta Rias

“PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE”

 “No.”

“BUT PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE Y/N”

“Sorry Mysta, but I can’t risk you messing up the kitchen again.”

“But I promise to not fry raw rice again! I’ll follow your every step!”

“Nope, and that’s final.”

Mysta deflated in disappointment. Mysta plopped down onto the couch with a pout on his face, as you began to prepare the ingredients for your meal. Mysta watched you cook as he wondered if there’s a way to make you let him help cook. Sneaking behind you, Mysta suddenly gently wiggling his fingers at you neck. You flinched, causing you to drop the cup of rice. Drops of raw rice scattered onto the floor. “Mysta! Why’d you do that??” You turned your head around to face him with a shocked expression. Mysta chuckled as he reached a hand up to your face. Mysta then started tickling your jawline, causing you to squirm around and bursting into laughter. He then held you up by your waist and laid you on top of the kitchen counter. Mysta then lifted your shirt up a bit and started tickling your bare stomach. You wriggled and squirmed around laughing. “Mysta stop tickling me!” “Only if you allow me to help you cook” You were hesitant towards his request, but your stomach and jaw were started to get sore, so you gave in. “Alright fine! You can cook with me! But j-hahahaaaahah just stop tickling me!” Mysta stopped tickling your stomach and laid himself on top of your exhausted body, his head rested on your upper stomach. As you began stroking Mysta’s taupe coloured hair, he started to tease you. “Yknow, you’ve never told me that your stomach is so soft”

You sighed. “Mysta shut up and just let us rest.”

Luca Kaneshiro

You were in the kitchen of your house, making pancakes for breakfast for both you and your beloved mafia boss. You had just finished pouring in the last drop of pancake mix before you felt two hands snaked around your waist and a head draped on your shoulder. "Why do you always wake up so early?" Luca spoke with his groggy morning voice. “To make your lazy butt some breakfast of course” you teased as you brought your arm over to gently pinch his nose. “Can you come cuddle with me, pwease?” “Sorry Luca, I need to finish making our pancakes first.” “Aw… pweeeeeeease???” “No Luca, look, you will get your cuddles after breakfast is ready, alright?” Luca pouts in disappointment. He lingers behind you but then an idea clicked into his mind. He brought his hands to your sides before gently tickling your sides causing you to burst into laughter. “Luca, p-hahahaha-please stop!” You tried to shake him off, but he would not budge. You kept squirming and wriggling, trying to stop him from tickling you. With no hope trying to shake or push him away, you decided to run away from him. But even so, he clung onto you, tickling you, while you ran. Eventually you both crashed onto the floor laughing (of course he made sure to be under you before you both crashed onto the floor, so that you won’t be hurt). His fingertips kept wiggling at your sides. You laughed so much that your cheeks and stomach immensely hurt. “Okay, okay! I give! I’ll cuddle with you! I mean, after running around for that long, I think I need some cuddles too.” You said sheepishly before settling down with Luca on the couch. You took a whiff of air, and you noticed the smell of burning in the air, that was when you remembered.

“OH CRAP THE PANCAKES!”

Ike Eveland

“Älskling have you seen my caviar toasts? I just made them and they disappeared!”

Ike didn’t hear you respond to him so he began looking for you around your shared home. “Y/N?” Ike opened the door to your shared bedroom and there you are, sitting on your shared bed, holding a plate of his caviar toast. “Looking for these?” You teased. “Älskling please those were the last bit of caviar we have. We already ran out of caviar.” “Heh, sorry Ike, my caviar toast today.” You said before absorbing the caviar toasts on the plate. Ike’s lips were left agape in surprise the moment you consumed his breakfast. “So you’re gonna buy me more caviar, right?” You hummed in response as Ike walked over to you with a pout on his face. He then tackled you onto the floor before tickling your sides. Ike wiggled his fingers gently on your skin, causing you to laugh uncontrollably. He tickled you for so long that your stomach and jaw began to ache due to how much you laughed. “So do you promise not to suddenly steal my caviar toast again? Otherwise I’ll tickle you more.” “Wait no! I promise, I promise!” “That’s good.” “Wait but you don’t mind stepping on me with you heels while you’re at it… right?” Ike didn’t respond, instead he laid down on the floor with you before falling into deep slumber with you.

Shu Yamino

The clicking noises of the mouse and the keyboard radiated through the room as Shu exerted his utmost concentration playing Valorant with his friends. You straddled him on his chair with your chin rested on his shoulder. You saw when he defeated Alban from the other team when you turned your head around to watch his screen. “Oh come ON! Where did that come from?!” Alban growled in frustration after Shu shot him from behind a wall. Shu had always performed the best in Valorant. You often wondered if you could break his concentration and to mess him up. An idea clicked into your mind, you softly trailed your finger along his ticklish spot – the side of his neck. The moment his brain registered the ticklish feeling, he jolted upwards, causing him to miss the shot. Fulgur from the other team took the opportunity and defeated Shu. It took all of your strength to not giggle. “You know there are consequences for doing that, right?” You froze when you heard Shu whisper in your ear. You bursted into laughter when Shu tickled your neck. Shu then carried and plopped you onto the nearby bed. Hovering over you, he kept on tickling you while you squirmed around under him. You tried to kick him away, but he locked you legs against his chest with his arm. Using his spare hand, he tickled from your neck all the way to your stomach. Shu finally allowed you to rest your aching jaws when tears started to form in your eyes. You laid underneath Shu, panting your lungs out. You tried to sit up, but Shu placed his palm on your stomach to push you down, keeping you from moving.

“Not yet Y/N, I’m not done with you.”

Meanwhile Mysta: “Hello??? HELLOOOOO SHU WAKE UP WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GOOOOOOOOO???!!”

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Big Brown Eyes - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You’re a single mom and when you drop your son off at Dustin’s while you go to work, you meet his new friend Eddie. 

Note: So, this really just came about because I wanted cute interactions between both Eddie and Steve with a little boy. I might write more in this verse if people like this?

Warnings: single mom, reader x ex steve, stancy is together, mechanic!eddie, i think that’s it?

Words: 5.6k

[Part 2 | Big Brown Eyes masterlist]

“Hello, you’ve reached the Hendersons. Sorry we missed your call-.”

“Shit,” you mutter. You sigh and rub a hand over your face. You purse your lips in thought and tilt your head from side to side before picking up the phone again. Thankfully, this time there’s a response.

“Hello?”

“Max, hey! Do you know where the goonies are hanging out today? I’m trying to find Dustin,” you say.

“They’re all at his house. None of them would shut up about the campaign at school yesterday. Why? Everything okay?” Max asks.

“Yeah, fine. I just have to head to work and need someone to watch Ev. I know you have the evening shift at the diner tonight or I would’ve asked you.”

“Where’s Steve?” Max asks.

“Out of town for the day with the Wheelers. Holly had a dance recital somewhere near Indianapolis,” you tell her.

“Mike didn’t go,” she says with a snort. “He’s at Dustin’s with the rest of them.”

“What a loving brother,” you deadpan.

“One of the guys can watch Ev. I know for a fact Lucas has no plans tonight so don’t let him try to make any excuses.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you say. “Alright, I’ll try the house again. Thanks, Max.”

“No problem.”

With a sigh, you hang up and pick up the receiver again, your finger jamming into the familiar numbers for Dustin’s house.

It rings. And rings. And rings.

“Hey! Hello?” An out of breath Dustin gasps on the other line.

“You all good there?” you ask.

“Oh, hey. Yeah. I’m fine. Was that you who called before? Sorry, it was the final roll of the dice,” he explains, as if that makes it evident why he wouldn’t answer the phone. You can hear the others shouting in the background. You can’t tell if it’s in happiness that they won the campaign, or anger because they failed.

“Uh huh,” you say. “Listen, one of the girls at work called in sick and I said I’d come help out. Could you or one of the boys watch Everett for me, pretty please? It’ll just be for a few hours.”

“Sure, bring him on by. We all know I’m his favorite.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes fondly. There’s no way to deny it, Everett always lights up when he sees his Uncle Dusty Buns.

“Okay, we’ll be there in ten. Thanks, Dustin,” you say.

“Don’t thank me until you get him back in one piece. Bye.”

You chuckle to yourself as you hang up the phone. A squeak sounds behind you and you smirk to yourself at the familiar sound of Everett’s little sneakers hitting the linoleum tile of the kitchen floor. Slowly spinning around on your heel, you catch a pair of big brown eyes staring at you from around the corner. Out of the many things Everett had inherited from Steve, his eyes were what people noticed first. They were nearly identical to his father’s. His hair was also growing similarly, but Everett was still too young to tell if it would be quite as high as Steve’s.

“Is someone spying on me?” you ask.

“Nooooo,” you hear as his tiny head hides back around the corner. His giggling would be enough to give him away even if it weren’t for the scuffling of his feet against the floor.

“I think someone is. I think I was being watched,” you say. You creep around the corner and snatch him up in your arms. The muscles in your arms and back protest at how big and heavy he’s getting.

“By who?” Everett asks innocently. Those damn doe eyes look up at you under thick lashes. It was truly uncanny.

“You, mister!” You dig your fingers into his side, knowing his left is the most ticklish. He squeals and struggles in your grip, trying to break free.

“Mommy, no!” he calls between bouts of laughter.

“Everett, yes!” you answer before peppering kisses all over his face.

He pulls away from your kisses and the two of you look at each other, similar smiles reflecting each other. At least that’s something he got from you. He reaches up to move some hair that’s fallen into your face. It’s more of a smack than a gentle motion, but you know the intention was sweet.

“You’re silly,” he says fondly.

“Oh yeah? Well guess where silly mommy is taking you, Mr. Troublemaker?” you say.

“Toys?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. As if this kid wasn’t spoiled enough by his parents, aunts, uncles, and everyone else who knows him. His obsession with the toy store has stuck with him ever since Karen Wheeler took him there for his third birthday a few months back. You were thankful she watched him as often as she did, and that she spoiled him like her own grandchild, but this obsession was wearing on both your nerves and bank account.

“No,” you say. “Don’t you think you have enough toys? Never mind, don’t answer that, you. Nope, I’m taking you to Uncle Dusty Bun’s.”

Everett’s eyes lit up and he began to bounce in your arms. “Dusty! Dusty!”

More often than not, he called Dustin “Uncle Dusty Bun” in full, but he often reverted to “Dusty” when he was excited or angry. Dustin was never referred to by his actual name by you or Steve when Everett was born, both of you thinking it would be hilarious to give him the nickname instead. Dustin was less than thrilled at first, but the nickname didn’t seem so bad once you asked him to be Everett’s God father as well.

“Yep, come on.” You set Everett down so he can get his little backpack from his room. Whenever Everett went to somebody’s house he packed his favorite toy dinosaur, one of his coloring books, and a handful of crayons with him in his bag.

He runs off, most likely giving the family that lived in the apartment underneath yours a ceiling rattling boom, and you step into the bathroom. Working at the library meant that you didn’t have a uniform you needed to wear. As long as your clothes looked somewhat professional, your hair was neat, and your makeup wasn’t wild, you were good to go. You fix the hair that Everett had swatted and neaten up the rest of it.

Everett jumps into the doorway of the bathroom, blue backpack on and ready to go. “Let’s gooooo!”

“Can’t wait to get away from your mom, huh?” you tease him. You ruffle his dark hair as you pass him, grabbing your purse and keys from the kitchen counter. His loud footsteps echo behind you as you walk to the front door.

“Daddy home?” Everett asks as you’re locking the door behind you.

“Hmm?” you look to Everett who is gazing across the parking lot at the adjoining apartment building where Steve lives. “Oh, no, Daddy isn’t home right now. But he’ll be back by dinner time.”

“Will he make me take a bath?” Everett wrinkles his nose up in distaste as he slips his hand into yours.

“If he doesn’t, I will,” you tell him. You lead him down the stairs to the first floor, Everett jumping with two feet down each step. He hums a song to himself as you walk to the car. Though he hates sitting in it, Everett has become adept at securing his own car seat, which has saved you countless minutes over the past few weeks. “All buckled in?”

He nods to you in your rear-view mirror, and you pull out of the parking lot. It’s not a long ride to Dustin’s but Everett insists on the radio anyway. You weren’t sure when he developed such a love of music, but you’re pretty sure he recognizes more songs on the radio than you do. Love Shack comes on and Everett begins to wiggle in his seat, dancing along to the beat. You were glad the meaning of the song went over his head, and he just enjoys the silly sounds the song makes.

Everett knows the way to Dustin’s and gets more excited the closer you get to his house. He begins to look out the window, straining his neck as if that will help him see his favorite uncle sooner. As you pull up to the Henderson house, you notice a number of cars parked out front. So, the guys were still here.

“Looks like you’re seeing more than just Uncle Dusty Bun,” you tell him as you swing your car into the driveway. You would only be here five minutes; it doesn’t matter if you’re blocking anyone in.

“Who?” Everett asks.

“Let’s go see,” you say, pulling the key out of the ignition.

While your son has no issues getting into his car seat, he hasn’t gotten the hang of unbuckling it yet. He’s grateful when you free him from the confines, hopping out of the car with his little backpack, and running up to the front door. Even on his tiptoes he can’t quite reach the doorbell, so he settles on banging on the door with his little fists instead.

“Easy, Ev,” you say as you come up next to him. You go to press the doorbell but the front door swings open before you get the chance.

“Hey, I thought I heard the little monster out here!” Dustin grins and bends down, letting Everett run into his arms. “How you doing, kiddo?”

“Good!” Everett says as he wraps his arms around Dustin’s neck. “Got my dino.”

“Well, of course you do!” Dustin says. He lets go of the boy, who rushes past him into the living room. The loud hum of boys talking reaches you at the door and you nod your head inside.

“Whole crew here?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Dustin replies. “Oh, wait! Come here, you haven’t met everyone who’s here.”

Dustin closes the door behind you as you step inside. Your brow furrows in confusion as you slip your hands into your back pockets. The house smells like microwaved pizza and like one of the boys is wearing cheap cologne. It’s dark in the house, which makes you roll your eyes, because the boys always insist the room must be dark when playing DND.

“What do you mean? Not just Lucas, Mike, and Will?” you ask.

“We made a new friend,” Dustin says.

“A nerdy friend, I’m guessing,” you mumble under your breath as you follow Dustin into the living room. You can hear Everett babbling to someone, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. Besides you and Steve, his favorite people in the world are in this room.

“My sister!” Will cries as he throws his arm over your shoulders. You chuckle to yourself, forgetting when the joke that you were Will’s older sister even started. He’d always been like a little brother to you, so it came naturally enough. You turn your head to look at him and frown when you have to tilt your head up.

“Why are you still growing? You’re already taller than me,” you say.

“Have been for a few years now,” he says with a wink, and you playfully push him off you.

You expect to find Everett either clinging to Mike’s legs or being held in Lucas’s arms, but the two are arguing with each other on the opposite side of the room with no toddler in sight. Everett is never quiet, however, so you just have to turn yourself in the direction of his voice.

“M’not afraid of spiders!” he’s saying. “Spider-man is my favorite!”

Everett is leaning against a fluffy maroon couch cushion, his backpack at his feet, and his eyes focused on the boy sitting next to him. But he is not a boy. He’s a man, your age or maybe a year older. He’s grinning down at your son, the smile knocking the breath from you. You don’t think you’ve ever once swooned in your life, but that’s the best word you think of to describe the feeling. Dark curls fell just past his shoulders and his dark eyes – why did dark eyes haunt you everywhere? – crinkled in the corners as he listened to Everett.

“Yeah? I like spiders, too,” the man says. He adjusts his hand on his lap and the glinting of one of his rings catches Everett’s attention.

“S’pretty,” Everett says. He takes the man’s hand in his own little ones and inspects the different rings he’s wearing. You’re shocked. Everett is usually shy with new people. He’ll barely say hello to a stranger, let alone hold someone’s hand.

“Thank you,” he tells your son. He’s smiling so adoringly at Everett that it quickens your heartbeat even further.

“Eddie,” Dustin calls from behind you. The man picks his head up and looks at Dustin, before turning his gaze on you. He smiles again and you feel pinned in place.

“You must be this wonderful little boy’s mother,” he says. Everett lets go of his hand and walks over to you, hugging one of your legs. Eddie stands up from the couch and steps right in front of you, offering you his hand. “I’m Eddie.”

“Eddie,” Everett repeats down by your legs, causing Eddie to chuckle.

“Y/N,” you tell Eddie. You slip your hand in his and notice the roughness of callouses and the coolness of the rings as he shakes it.

“Eddie works down at the garage,” Dustin says, coming up alongside you. “He noticed the DND bumper sticker on my car when I brought it in the other day. Needless to say, we became fast friends. This was his first campaign with us.”

“You have far more patience than I do,” you tell Eddie. “When I try to play with them, they just yell at me.”

“Well, he actually knows what he’s doing,” Mike quips with a smirk as he walks by you.

“When’s that English paper due, Michael? You know, the one on Pride and Prejudice, which you haven’t even read? Didn’t you want me to help you with that?”

“I take it back!” Mike calls from the kitchen. “I love you!”

You smile to yourself and look back to Eddie, who’s smiling at you the same way he smiled at Everett. It should feel patronizing, to be smiled at the same way that a baby was, but it’s flattering. It’s an adoring smile which floods heat to your cheeks.

“I was going to ask how you put up with these guys, but I see you can handle them no problem,” Eddie says.

“Well, when you work at the library and they come there to study and beg you for help, you tend to have the upper hand,” you say with a shrug.

Eddie chuckles. He pats Dustin on the arm. “I’m heading out. Next Saturday, right?”

“Yeah! Look forward to you being the DM. Mike’s been doing it forever,” Dustin says.

“Heard that!” Mike calls.

Eddie crouches down to be on eyelevel with Everett. “It was nice to meet you, little dude. Can I get a high five?” Everett grins and slaps his hand against Eddie’s. It hardly could have hurt but Eddie shakes his hand out as if stung. “Wow! You’re a strong boy. You must eat all your vegetables.”

Everett looks up at you and grins, proud.

“That he does,” you say, petting along his hair. You crouch down as Eddie stands back up. “You’re going to be good for Uncle Dusty Bun, right?” Out of your peripheral vision you can see the smirk Eddie gives Dustin at the nickname.

“Mhmm,” Everett nods.

“Okay, good. I love you,” you press a kiss to his cheek and pull him into your arms.

He squeezes you back tightly and mumbles a “love you too” against your neck. You stand up and Everett takes Dustin’s hand, already dragging him back to the couch.

“Walk you out?” Eddie asks. He motions for you to head out first, so you do. You open the front door, and he steps out behind you. “He’s a cute kid.”

“Thanks,” you say. The two of you walk to the driveway together and Eddie leans against the van that your car is parked behind.

“But it makes sense, though,” Eddie says. “With a beautiful mom and all.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out from your chest and you look at the ground shyly. You feel the heat go all the way up to the tips of your ears. You’re about to respond by saying he looks more like his dad than he does you, but that might sound like you’re trying to interject Everett’s dad into the conversation as if the two of you are still together.

“Well, thanks,” you say again. You were never particularly good at flirting or being flirted with. Steve often used this to his advantage by flustering you on purpose and the look on Eddie’s face says he might be the kind of guy to do the same thing. “I guess I’m blocking you in. I should get going.”

“Do you often come by here on Saturdays?” Eddie asks as you start to turn away from him. You turn back and give him a smile.

“I’m not here for their DND days. Like I said, I get yelled at. But sometimes Dustin will watch him on Saturdays when I’ve got to head to work. Like today.”

“Libraries are open on the weekends?” Eddie asks.

“Saturday until three, Sunday closed,” you tell him with a shrug. “So, I only have to be there for a little while today.”

“You know, you don’t look like a librarian,” Eddie tells you with a smirk. He crosses his arms over his chest, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Well, I’m not a librarian. I just work there. But out of curiosity, what do librarians look like?” You know you need to leave for work, but you walk over and lean next to Eddie against the van.

He shrugs, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. “You know. Usually old. Hair pulled up in a tight bun on the top of their head. Glasses hanging from a chain around their neck. Old lady sweaters and a permanent scowl on their face.”

You laugh and rest your head back against the van. “You just described my boss pretty well, so you may have a point.” With a sigh, you push yourself off the van. You didn’t want to head to work before, but now you really wish you didn’t have to go. “Um,” you say. You didn’t intend to say anything, but your mouth opened anyway. A lightbulb goes off in your head and you look at Eddie. “Dustin said you work at the garage, right?”

“Sure do.” Eddie nods in confirmation. “The one on Blossom Trail off Highway Eight. Or is it eighteen? I’m new to Hawkins.”

“Oh yeah? Where from?” you ask.

“Over near Evansville. My uncle lives out here, so I thought I’d see what Hawkins is all about,” he says.

“And are you sorely disappointed so far?” you ask with a laugh, gesturing to the quiet, empty street around you.

“Definitely not.” He grins at you again and the butterflies feel as if they may actually bust out of you this time. Eddie watches you get flustered again and you lick over your lips, remembering your initial question for him.

“So, what days do you work this week? I need to bring my car in for an oil change. The light keeps flashing and one of these days the car’s just gonna stop on me altogether.”

“For an oil change?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, then shakes his head. “Sweetheart, don’t bring your car in for that. I can do that for free. Save your money.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you say. Handouts were one thing you consistently tried to avoid since you’d found out you were pregnant. You hated feeling like people felt sorry for you when they didn’t need to. Was being a young mom hard? Yeah, but worth it.

“No, come on,” Eddie says. “They’ll charge you fees and taxes and for the labor when I’ve got the oil sitting right in my shed at home. Really, it’s just sitting there. It’ll go bad if it isn’t used.”

You had no idea if that was actually true or not, but Eddie was gambling that you didn’t have the knowledge to call his bluff one way or the other. Eddie’s pleading eyes are what push you over the edge. It seems impossible that here was another man with beautiful brown eyes who knew how to use them against you.

“Okay,” you finally cave. “Sure. I can bring it by your place.”

“Don’t be silly, I can swing by after work one day. You’re a mom, I’m not going to make you come to me and take time away from your kid.”

The thoughtfulness makes you smile. You motion for Eddie to follow you over to your car. He watches as you bend over into the car – his eyes taking their time – to grab your purse. After rifling through it, you pull out a pen.

“I don’t think I have any paper,” you say. Eddie grins and offers you his hand. You chuckle and take his hand in one of yours. There’s the slightest bit of grease stains under his short nails and his fingers are long, his palm large. You scribble your number onto his palm and stick the pen back in your purse. “I usually get home from work about six-thirty on weekdays and Ev goes to bed around eight.”

“I get home around seven, so that’s perfect timing. I’ll call you soon,” Eddie says.

“Yeah?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Monday if you want,” he says. “Or tomorrow. Hell, I’d call you tonight.”

The bashful grin on your face only makes Eddie want to flirt with and tease you more. It’s addictive in a way he didn’t know possible.

“I’m not sure what my plans are for tomorrow, so Monday works.”

“Monday it is,” Eddie confirms. “Have fun at work.”

“Bye.” You give him a small wave before getting in your car.

Steve had called you at work to say he was picking up Everett from Dustin’s and they’d be home for dinner. So, when you got home you had a precious hour that could have been spent relaxing, but one look around the apartment and you knew it needed to be used for cleaning. Action figures littered the living room carpet, colored pencils scattered about the coffee table, blocks with numbers and letters on them led down the hallway practically waiting for someone to step on them. It had been a while since you had last vacuumed so you figured you might as well get it over with.

It's in the middle of vacuuming Everett’s room that the front door opened and three people entered. Steve puts his finger to his lips to encourage Everett to be quiet as they creep down the hallway towards you. Nancy reaches out and smacks Steve on the back, telling him not to scare you. He shrugs and pretends that he can’t hear her over the vacuum as he follows Everett towards his room.

Normally, it was hard to sneak up on you. Steve had made it his mission to try and scare you way back before you even started dating. He, evidently, passed this trait along to his son as well. Even the vacuum wasn’t enough to keep you from hearing someone coming up behind you. But your mind was wandering as you pushed and pulled the appliance over the blue carpet. Was Eddie just a flirt in general? Or did he like you? Would he actually call on Monday? Was it a big deal if he didn’t? It was just an oil change, after all.

“Rawr!” Little hands grip your thigh, making you jump and let out a squeal. You cut the power to the vacuum and hear Everett giggling madly to himself and he holds your leg even tighter. “Scared you!” There’s laughter coming from the doorway as well and you turn to find Steve leaning against the doorframe, his arms casually across his chest, as if he had nothing to do with this sneak attack.

“What the f-,” you stutter, “fudge, Steve?”

“How did he get away with that when I never could?” Steve asks, referring to the successful scaring.

“Where’s your babysitter?” you snap back at him.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy says, popping in the doorway behind Steve. “I tried to stop him but I think Everett is more mature.”

You smile at Nancy as you scoop Everett up into your arms. “I don’t blame you one bit, Nancy. You’re the only one around here who doesn’t drive me crazy.”

“Hey!” Steve and Everett say at the same time.

“You,” you say, looking at Everett. “It’s dinner time. What would you like?”

“Daddy wants pizza,” he says.

All eyes turn to Steve as he shrugs innocently. “I have no idea how he knows that.”

“You’re paying.”

“Deal,” Steve agrees. You set Everett down to follow his father into the kitchen to call for pizza.

Nancy walks into the room and wraps her arm around your shoulders. “You know he’s never going to let it go that he finally scared you?”

“I know.” You sigh and rest your head against hers.

Nancy was always a friend in high school, but never a close one. After Steve and Nancy broke up and Nancy moved on with Jonathan, Steve eventually found you. Becoming friends to more was easy with Steve, but it came with a catch. It was easy to go on fun dates and spend hours talking with Steve. It was easy to drive the younger teens around Hawkins with him, becoming the “mom” to his “dad” in the group – little did you know that those official titles were soon to come. It was easy to trust Steve because you already had as a friend. It was easy to fall into bed with him because you had always found him attractive and kind. What was hard, though, for both of you, was to fall in love. Being together for almost a year, most people assumed you two were madly in love. You definitely loved each other, but both of you knew deep inside it wasn’t the kind of love you should feel for someone you’re in a relationship with.

It was hard, deciding that the two of you should go back to being friends. You were in agreement that it wasn’t fair to one another to stay in a relationship that wasn’t going anywhere. Two weeks after the breakup, in which you two still remained the best of friends, you discovered you were pregnant. Telling Steve was one of the most terrifying moments of your life, though you knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t let you do this alone. What you didn’t expect was how helpful Steve’s mom would be. Not only was she supportive of you and Steve deciding to raise the baby as friends, but she used her connections as the most well-known real estate agent in Hawkins to get you and Steve apartments in the same complex.

Nancy had been away at college while you were pregnant, hearing about the news from her brother who was stunned at there being someone who would be referring to him as “Uncle Mike.” When Nancy came home for summer break, she was elated to meet baby Everett. You were still pretty sure Nancy seeing how gentle and sweet Steve was with the newborn is what led them to getting back together – even battling long distance.

Steve was a little worried this might put tension between the two of you girls, but it was the opposite. Nancy became your closest friend, talking to you on the phone almost as much as she talked to Steve. She loved and cared about Everett but never tried to insert herself as a mother figure in his life. Everett loved playing with Nancy, especially when he saw how well she shot a water gun at his dad. Nancy was now home for the summer, having one more year to go at Emerson. Everett had been a little shy around her when she first came home, having not seen her since Spring Break, but he quickly warmed up and showed her every new toy he had gotten since she’d last seen him.

Everett was thrilled that Nancy was staying just in the next building with his dad. It meant they could go outside and play with his water guns anytime he wanted to. It was sweet to see Steve and Nancy with Everett, but it always left a melancholy taste in your mouth. It just reminded you that Nancy was the only person Steve had ever been in love with, and you had never been in love ever.

“You good?” Nancy asks you, rubbing her hand up and down your arm.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say. She pulls back and gives you a quizzical look. “What?”

“What is that smile on your face?” she asks. You didn’t even realize you had been smiling and immediately wipe it off your face.

“What, I can’t smile?” But you could feel your cheeks turning pink.

“Not like that,” Nancy says. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, though it sounds unconvincing to both of you. Nancy watches as you unplug the vacuum and wind up the cord. You walk past her to put the vacuum back in the hall closet and she follows behind.

“Something happen at work?” she asks with a smirk. Nancy was never nosey, but she could tell something was going on and she knew she could get you to spill.

“Nothing out of the ordinary.” You turn to her and shrug, not quite meeting her eyes.

She smiles at you and reaches out to poke you in the ribs. “Oh, come on. You know you want to tell me.”

Glancing down the hallway to make sure the guys were still in the kitchen, you lean in towards Nancy and speak quietly. “Has Mike mentioned a new friend at their DND games?”

Nancy pulls back with a frown, that being far from what she thought would come out of your mouth. “Um, no. But to be fair, Mike doesn’t tell me a whole lot about his life. Why?”

You avoid her eyes as you lean back against the wall, head barely avoiding the framed pictures that hung there. “Well,” you start. “The guys have a new friend who plays DND with them.”

“Like a kid?” Nancy asks.

“Nope.” You shake your head, keeping your eyes on the kitchen doorway down the hall. “Like a guy. About our age.”

“Oh,” Nancy hums in understanding. “And you met him when you dropped by Dustin’s, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you confirm, still not looking at her. Nancy scoffs and grabs your arm, dragging you into your bedroom. She closes the door and rests her back against it.

“Spill,” she says.

You sit down on your bed and can’t help the smile that creeps on your face. “His name is Eddie. He’s going to come by this week and change the oil in my car.”

“Oh, is he now?” Nancy’s eyebrows raise and your face blooms red at the smirk on her face.

“Actual oil in my actual car!” You huff a laugh and rub your hands over your face. “He’s a mechanic. Dustin met him at the garage.”

“Is he cute?” Nancy moves from her spot against the door and sits down next to you on the bed. You bunch the yellow floral blanket in your fingers as you bite back an even bigger grin.

“Very,” you confirm. It feels nice to have a friend to talk about these things with. Yeah, there were girls in high school with you that you talked about boys with, but you were in a very different spot in your life than they were now. And Nancy was here and knew your life well. She’d become the best friend you’d ever had.

“When’s he coming by?”

“I gave him my number and he said he’d call Monday,” you say. You were about to tell her more about the conversation you’d had with Eddie but pounding started raining down on your bedroom door.

“Moooooooommy!”

“What’s up, buttercup?” you call through the door.

“Lemme in!”

“Excuse me?” you ask.

A tiny huff. “Can I come in pleeeease?”

You stand and open the door to find a little boy with a big smile staring up at you.

“Yes, sir?”

“Pizza’s coming!”

“Good. Know what you can do while we wait for it?” you ask.

“What?” he asks.

“Tell your daddy he needs to give you a bath.”

“Huh?” Steve asks, coming up behind Everett. He’s holding an apple with a bite missing and you remember why your son is constantly asking for snacks before dinner. “What do I have to do?” he asks through a mouthful of apple.

“Bath,” Everett says with a sigh.

“What?” Steve says as he looks down at Everett. “Why’d you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

“Boring,” Everett says.

“Nothing’s boring with me, you know that,” Steve tells him. He leans down and throws Everett over his shoulder. The little boy giggles and kicks his legs as Steve carries him to the bathroom.

“Please keep my bathroom dry!” you shout down the hall.

“No promises!” Steve answers.