#ticklish max

[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 💖

[cloudysfluffs]

tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[radio-navlee]

can u write some hcs for ler dadvid...lee max ofc - leebrains

Yess! Ofc I can! I’d love to! These hcs might be a little longer than most, I got carried away😵‍💫

Max definitely has a soft spot for David, he just doesn’t want to show it.

David loves to taser his sides every now and then

Max doesn’t usually gets back at David, tickling people in general is awkward for him.

David has totally woken up Max with tickles

The few times Max and David are alone together, David likes to tickle massage Max’s shoulders. (He thinks it’s funny how he scrunched up his shoulders)

Max usually holds onto David when he’s getting tickled, weather it’s an arm, leg, finger, torso, foot, Max just needs something to hold onto.

David and Max have made systems, if Max is getting tired but still wants tickles he’s taps David 3 times, if he wants to move spots that’s 2 touches, if Max wants David to go for the kill at his worst spots that’s multiple taps for it to start and stop, if Max is tired in general he taps David’s arms 4 times.

David loves to tease, Max hates it. (Love hate relationship with teasing)

Different spots have different laughs for Max, you can’t tell at first but after a while you can’t deny it.

Max likes the pinning, David does not like pinning max. Max thinks it’s fun and David thinks it’s torture for the poor boy

Max sometimes sleeps over at the counselor cabin, before falling asleep David always rubs his back so he can fall asleep faster.

David will find any way to tickle Max, cussing, bad moods, being mean to people, he will find a way to tickle him to bits.

Davids favorite tickle moments are when he finds Max grumpy or sad and tickles to cheer him up

David never knew he was ticklish until the ‘missing incident’ (I wrote a fic on it) but before that, he would alway graze or accidentally tweak his sides causing a gasp or a squeak in return. “Sorry Max, you ok?” “Yeah-yeah. It’s- just a bruise. That’s all!”

Even though Max is a crazy good liar, David can alway tell. (David tickles him until he tells the truth)

David loves nicknames, but only when he uses them, and Max hates nicknames. (Max: Grumpy pants, Maximilian, Maxy, Cutie, Ticklish Man, etc). (David: Camp Man, Leaf hair, etc)

Maxs laugh is very squeaky, he hates it, so he tries to cover it up by laughing deeper when he’s around other’s. So instead of a “Hihihi” it’s a “Hah Hah Hah” and most people think it’s fake.

David loved hearing Maxs real laugh for the first time, he was so shocked his voice could go that high.

Davids favorite spots to attack first are sides, underarms, thighs, knees, neck, then ears.

Max has memorized David’s tickling patterns and loves hates it.

Max is constantly wondering and exporting the camp, so it wouldn’t have surprised David if he got himself stuck in place. The most recent ones have been; (Little Fics Below)

An old cabin, he had reached for railing but missed and his fall caused the floor to cave in, causing his legs and arms to be pinned to his side. Good thing he wasn’t too far from the camp or David would have never found him. (David tickled his ears, neck, and shoulders)

Stuck in vines, classic, but not for the amount of bugs that were there. Max had adventured to the forest but David was concerned because of the last incident so he came with. Noticing vines just a little out of his reach, Max jumped up to grab them. The vines pulled down around max but tightened when they got caught on a branch. The vines were practically laced with Beatles making Max panic. “Uhh, David- DAVID!!” He squirmed realizing the Beatles came crawling towards him. Max had his arms pinned out and was held in the air but 5 tangled vines. “Stop! Stop!! Get- go away!!” He tried to shake them off the branch but they kept getting closer. Crawling through his hoodie sleeve, they scurried around his body, their favorite spots being the belly, armpits, and neck. Max practically screamed for David and David helped him out of this predicament.

String, now max wasn’t completely stuck but he was limited on movement. Neil thought if he tangled him up in string he wouldn’t be able to get out, and he was right, but Max took it as a challenge. After 6 failed attempts, he gave up and asked Neil to get him out. Unfortunately, not even Neil could get Max out of it. So when all else fails, go to David. David awed at the moment to make Max feel embarrassed. David then helped him untangle himself and got a few quick tickles here and there which drove Max insane. As quick attacks always made him jump and yell, but never laugh or giggle.

I hope this was enough for you guys🩷🩷

(Yes i did decide to just write tiny fics at the end😊🤫)

[toweroftickles]

Batman Beyond Tickle Headcanons

Gotham Case File #489B-KRL

Maxine “Max” Gibson

Ticklishness Rating: 7.5/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Soles, Hips

Despite her lack of superpowers, a skilled fighter who won't hold still. She kicks and punches.

Will agree to anything he wants if Terry playfully tickles her. This doesn't happen often but she enjoys it when it does. Far more tolerant of this from Terry than from others.

Sometimes pokes Terry in the ribs when he's being too serious.

Hates her tickle laugh…she thinks her throaty cackles make her sound like an old lady. This bothers her more than tickling itself.

Always fights back skillfully during tickle wars. Her intelligence, strategic mind, and competitive streak serve her well and bring out her playful edge.

Her go-to move in a tickle fight is to pinch the sides.

Displays plenty of snark and sass regardless of her position.

Inque

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Ribs, Thighs

Liquid morph makes tickling of any kind impossible. Matter phase distortion field is necessary to keep her in a human state.

Unused to most physical sensations, owing to near-constant viscous form. Very low tolerance for pain…and, as it turns out, for tickling.

Begs and pleads for mercy almost immediately. She’s completely crippled by tickle torture. Will surrender any information without much resistance...easy target for interrogation.

A seductress with very physical inclinations and a penchant for younger men, she occasionally enjoys playfully tickling them in her efforts. Sharp fingers would make effective tools.

Shows expert skills in teasing, taunting, and toying with her foes. A skillful tickler, if given the opportunity.

Melanie Walker/10

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10 (unfortunate lack of numerical synergy)

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Toes

Timid reactions: pouty, moaning giggles and submissive squirms.

Covers her face a lot.

Obviously uncomfortable with being tickled - the activity distresses her somewhat.

Lack of childhood friends & normal familial bonds may have created emotional distance from tickling. Shows no propensity toward it...the thought simply doesn't amuse her or occur to her naturally (and she certainly doesn't want to provoke any revenge).

Consequently not very fun to tickle.

Dee Dee Twins

Ticklishness Rating: 10/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches of Feet, Belly Buttons, Armpits

Ruthless tickle fanatics. Love to hold down (or tie up) and tickle their victims without pity.

Giggle and laugh wickedly at the mere mention of tickling.

Sadistically tickled/wrestled one another growing up, and still do.

Active online “community” members. Each has a secret stash of tickling videos & fanfics that they think the other is oblivious to.

Switches through and through, but unable to handle doses of their own medicine for long. Low resistance. Violently kick and struggle.

Claim to have "gotten it from (their) Nana Harley."

Hobby: Spouting off dad jokes and terrible puns whilst forcing their captives to laugh. This usually involves either nitrous oxide or tickle torture.

Favorite tickle tools: their fingers, backscratchers, Wartenberg wheels

Add. Notes: Contact information exchanged with the twins. They showed more enthusiasm to join my research assignment than any other subjects encountered so far. Request funds to hire interns.

Terry McGinnis/Batman

Ticklishness Rating: 6/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Abs, Ribs

More ticklish than one would expect; less ticklish than one would hope.

Not overly physically affectionate; more rough-and-tumble from growing up as a gang punk. Doesn’t really tickle anyone except Max.

More mildly-irritated by tickling than anything else. Not sensitive enough for it to be a major deterrent.

Once bound and tickle-tortured by Dee Dee in the hopes of getting information about the Batcave. (Their methods proved ineffective.)

Add. Notes: Highly-advanced WayneTech exosuit taps into the user's central nervous system, inhibiting pain and increasing reflex speed. Practical applications obvious. Reverse-engineer at earliest opportunity.

[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.

[anasticklefics]

Another Way To Bond

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve, Max

Anonymous said: Could you write a fic about ler!Steve and lee!Max from Stranger Things (PLATONIC OBVIOUSLY) where Max is purposely annoying Steve because she’s bored and Steve tickles her? 

Words: 835

One thing about the kids - Steve felt he had them mostly figured out and therefore knew how to handle them. He could pinpoint Dustin’s mood from the way he moved and not necessarily from how he spoke (the kid had a tone on most good days too). Even when excited or agitated they spoke pretty much the same way to each other, and thus Steve had learned to read him from the way he sat, hunching over or leaning back, from how he walked with quick steps or much too slow, from how he let his eyes linger or quickly dart away.

As life would have it he started seeing the other kids more and more as well, and even though he never really did it on purpose he found himself cataloging them as he did Dustin, putting pieces together until he eventually had a nearly fully accurate description of how to read (and in turn handle) these teenagers that had grown up way too quickly.

He knew Mike distanced himself because he was scared of loss. He knew Will would never say if something was bothering him because he was scared no one would care. Lucas wanted to help everyone so badly that he ignored his own boundaries. He knew Eleven hated not fitting in so much that she would copy everyone to the most ridiculous details.

And Max? Well, Max wasn’t sure how to stop pushing everyone away, and so she kept resorting to what she knew: sass.

Fortunately - or unfortunately - for her, Steve was all too used to sass.

“Stop,” he said, swatting away her foot. “You’re worse than Dustin.”

“That’s an insult.”

“It was meant to be.”

She huffed, sticking her shoe into his face again. “You’re boring.”

“You’re free to leave.”

“There’s nothing better to do anyway.”

They were sitting on the steps leading up to Eddie’s trailer, Steve waiting for Eddie and Max waiting for god knows what. Max seemed to avoid being at home, but she seemed to avoid purposefully seeking everyone else out too, maybe afraid her mind couldn’t handle it once she got there. With Steve (or maybe more with Eddie - Steve suspected she did this more with him) she could just leave when she felt like it. No commitment. No hurt feelings.

Steve pushed her foot away again, twisting his body to glare up at where she was sitting two steps higher than him. She smiled, not innocently, but provocatively. Steve could see why everyone adored her. Why Lucas was head over heels for her, why Dustin and El fought for the title of her best friend, why Eddie let her hang around even though they had nothing in common. Why Steve himself would protect her with his life like he protected the others.

He huffed and looked away, hoping his thoughts weren’t written on his face because how cheesy was that? Fortunately Max didn’t seem to be done tormenting him because her red shoe was in his face again, this time tapping his ear and Steve had had enough, his dealing with Dustin instincts kicking in as he grabbed her ankle. “Stop.”

“Make me.” She said it before she started tugging at her leg and realizing she couldn’t escape his grip. “Let go.” Her tone, albeit in a subtle way, was less cocky now.

“No. You need to learn some manners.” Without thinking he started scribbling his fingers over the back of her knee, making her jerk away with a sudden, panicked laugh. “Oh, really? I didn’t think a little tickling would be your weakness.”

“Don’t,” she said, her voice laced with laughter. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

“Mm, no. I think I need to make sure you won’t do it again first.”

“Steve, I’m warning yo-AH!”

Steve had gone for her knee cap this time, spidering his nails over it in a way he knew made Dustin freak, and while Max’s reactions were smaller, more calm, it seemed to be doing the trick anyway. She curled in on herself, hands flailing, seemingly unsure of how to react since Steve had her leg trapped. He tried to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, tickling and pausing and tickling and pausing in order to keep her from sliding down the stairs or hitting her head against the railing. His repetitive stopping made her laughter choppy, which was cute.

“Is your calf ticklish?”

“No!”

“I feel like you’re lying.”

She managed to grab the back of his shirt as he pinched her calf, pulling weakly at him without much success at whatever she was trying to do. “Stop!”

“This? This is called revenge. And I’ve only been at it for a minute.”

She groaned through her laughter and Steve was so focused on how her leg vibrated each time he tickled it that he didn’t notice his grip loosening until a foot came flying for his face.

That was how Eddie found them, residual giggles pouring out of Max’s mouth, and blood pouring out of Steve’s nose.

[blushyeleven]

This is a fic dedicated to @maxnotmaxine56 because It’s her birthday!

Happy birthday ash I hope you have the best day <33 (I’m sorry it’s short!)

Characters: lee! y/n, ler! Sadie

Warnings: tickles

(this also is not proof read😭, I didn’t have time)

𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢

You sat at the sofa. Legs kicked rested on the coffee table, relaxing on your phone. Messaging your online friends via tumblr “Why don’t you just tell her you want tickles?!” A message popped up. Your phone vibrated in your hand from the notification. You began to type back “No way! She’s gonna think I’m so weird!” you refused to utter a word of liking tickled to anybody. You were mainly afraid of judgement. So you thought it was better to keep it to yourself. You were stuck in a fantasy.. smiling slightly at your phone and that’s when sadie walked in the room. She glanced at you before sitting herself down oposite

“What’s got you all smiley, hm?” She questioned as she raised a brow, smiling back at you. You woke up from your trace and wiped the stupid grin plastered on your face. “Oh, sorry! Nothing” you said trying to sound relaxed as you turned your phone of, placing it inside your pocket.

“Hm, it seemed like something!” She mused seeing you growing nervous. “Well… I’m just in a good mood today!” You said trying to find any excuse that made sense. “Oh! Any reason in particular?” She said, smiling at you once again. “Nope!” You exclaimed trying to smile back at her, in attempt to mask the slightly nervous look prominent on your face.

“Oh really? It seemed like you were all smiley at your phone!?” She stated “why are you so inquisitive today” you chuckled “why are you avoiding the questions?” she fired back, giggling slightly.

“I’m not avoiding anything!” You remarked, a bit to quickly. Sadie just giggled again “then why wont you answer my questions, what were you so smiley at!” She stood up then sat herself next to you. You shuffled back a little bit before avoiding her eye contact “ohhh I- well..” you stuttered. “If it’s something personal you don’t have to tell me!“ she reassured, clearly trying to ease your overflowing nerves

“no.. it’s not personal.. it’s just.. embarrassing..” you struggled to find the right words. “Awh that’s okay! Don’t feel pressured to tell me if your not comfortable! I’m just curious!” The way sadie phrased things were so genuine and sweet. She had such a comforting tone. “No.. it’s okay!” You said finally managing to look her in the eyes. She then smiled at you “hm, okay then! Was it.. like a message?”

Your eyes grew. “What! No! I’ll be back! I need to charge my phone!” You stood up from the sofa. “Oh no! Your staying right here!” Sadie said, then she grabbed onto your sides, squeezing them slightly. That’s when you let out a high-pitched squeal before jumping back slightly. “pffft, what was that?!” Sadie said as she stated to laugh at your unexpected reaction. Your face grew into a blush out of embarrassment before you managed to say “you scared me!”

Said resided a brow, clearly not seeing through your non believable lies. “Yeah.. I don’t think so” she said before reaching out, latching onto your sides again, trying to bring you to sit down but as her fingers she places her fingers on your sides you then jumped again letting a barely noticeable giggle slip out. “See you did it again!” She said before gasping in realisation. “Oh! Your ticklish!” She said before just smiling at you. “oh please, as if!” You tried to play it off cool, but yet coming to the concluding there was no escape out of this. You weren’t quite sure why you were so nervous but you still decided to just keep denying everything. “Oh come on! It’s obvious, no point trying to lie about it!” She stated. “Uh huh, well I’m going to chart my phone!” You then began walking off before she could disagree or try and make you sit down again.

You treaded over to the plug socket before putting your phone on charge and then walked back to Sadie, before sitting back down beside her. “You seemed very avoidant about being ticklish.. something wrong?” She questioned. “Oh no it’s just..” your heart pounded in to ur chest. Mainly because you had just decided to do something you swore you never would. Sadie just smiled patiently, listening to you. “please don’t think I’m weird” you said, becoming increasingly more concerned “ofcourse not! I would never judge you, y/n” sadie spoke comfortly.

“Well.. I- could you..” you stuttered out. “It’s okay! Take your time!” She reassured. You then reached out for her hand, taking ahold of it and placing it on your stomach. Sadie then furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before coming to a moment of realisation. “Oh! You want tickles?” She asked before watching your face fade into a bright pink before you covered your face with your hands before nodding. “Oh! Awh! Y/n, I don’t think that’s weird! That’s actually adorable!” She grinned before wiggling her nails all over your stomach.

“Although.. if you wanted this, why did you avoid it so much?” She added “ihihitsss ehehembahaharasssingg tohhohoho tahahhahalkkkk ahahhahahaboutttt!!” You said through uncontrolled laughter. “I don’t think so!”

She smiled innocently at you before moving her acrylic finger nails to your sides, skittering them. “ahahaahahhahahahaaa sahahahahahhadiehehehheheee!!” Sadies grin streatched across her face, clearly finding this endearing. “You look adorable like this!” She cooed as she continued to scribble her pale fingers all over her sides. “nahhahahhahahahahhaha ihihihittt tihihihicklesss!!” you started squirming around softly, resisting the urge to bat at her hands. “Well obviously!!” She stated, giggling at you.

Sadie then decided to start clawing her fingers into your ribs. She decided jus to experiment, she didn’t want to push you past your limits, but she also wanted you to enjoy this. “eek! bahahhahahahahaaahha” you couldn’t even say anything through your blabbering giggles, every time you opened your mouth to try and say something, loud, boisterous laughter just freely flowed out of it. You could clearly see that sadie was extremely happy about her discovery, you equally as happy. You finally received tickles, after months of waiting! You also was ecstatic with the outcome, you couldn’t of ask for anything better.

Sadie then decided to finish off because she was to scared of pushing you to far. So she decided just start spidering her fingers into the hollows of your armpits. You let out a piercing shriek before falling into silent laughter. Wiggling at the touch. “BAHA SAHAHADIEE!! NAHAHA” for a second you could see sadie mouth open slighty before her lips curved upwards. “awh y/n! Sweet spot?” She teased as she confined to work her fingers into your armpits. “YEHEHEHHESSS!!” you cried as you brung your arms down to your side. And that’s when sadie pulled her hands away, and brung you in for a cuddle. Making the same mistake to grab your sides to pul you in. “EEK!” you squeaked. “Oh! Oh sorry! No more tickles for today!” She said as you then crawled into her lap, snuggling into her. A blush smeared across your cheeks from the words “for today”

She was going to tickle you again?

[italeean]

Don’t listen to your brother!

Teucer has come back to Liyue, and Childe has the great idea to leave him under the Traveler's responsibility while he goes... selling toys

AN: Hi guys!! I'm being punctual for once... more or less (let's say I won't tell you what time it is here rn lol) 😸 Today's fic was requested by @wertzunge and I still don't know how he manages to have such adorable ideas 🥺 I hope you like it, specialmente tu Max (especially you Max) 💚🤍❤️ Suggestions and support are always appreciated ^_^

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

"Nohohoho Trahaveleheheher stahahap!!" Teucer had been giggling and squealing in Aether's lap for a couple of minutes, while the latter squeezed his sides and poked his little tummy. "Wasn't I Mr. Nice Guy once? What happened? Am I not nice anymore?" The blonde asked with a fake sad tone "I suppose I gotta make you laugh more, then." He declared while increasing the speed of his fingers, smiling fondly at the child's flushed cheeks.

But how had they ended up in that predicament?

The answer is rather simple, the kid had managed to sneak into a ship once more and go to Liyue to see his big brother again. Said brother, however, was busy with 'being the best toy seller of Snezhnaya' so he couldn't hang out with him, and he decided to convince Aether to take care of his little brother once more. It wasn't even that difficult... who could resist Teucer's puppy eyes..?

After another tour of the Nation of Contracts, some fishing (which Teucer was surprisingly good at) and a visit to the Serenitea Pot, where Paimon had decided to stop to take a nap, the two of them were laying down on top of Mt. Tianheng to rest. Well, the guy wanted to rest... the redhead was still full of energy and wanted to play, which made Aether think of a solution to tire him out. And what better idea than a tickle fight?

"Wow... having fun without me? That's not nice guys!" A voice they both recognized came from behind them. "Brother!!" Teucer exclaimed while getting up from the Traveler's lap, who let him go immediately, and running towards Childe. The older redhead picked him up and kissed his forehead and then his nose, making him giggle once more.

"So, what trouble did you get into to make Mr. Nice Guy attack you, huh?" The Harbinger asked right before blowing a raspberry on his sibling's neck. "EHEHEK!! Nothihing... he was just beheing a meanie..!" The kid whined, still laughing from all the tickles he had received. "Ooohh is that so?" The taller guy asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes that made Aether shiver as if he was in Snezhnaya.

Teucer nodded quickly while his brother put him down and marched towards the blond, who was so antsy that couldn't even get up. Childe pinned him down easily, so easily that it was a shame it didn't count as a real fight, and told the kid to get closer. "Now Teucer, what about if we take a little revenge on this meanie?" He grinned evilly, even though his expression softened when he saw his brother's eyes sparkling with playfulness and joy.

He made the child straddle the Traveler, who had already a giddy smile plastered all over his face in anticipation. "Hmmmm... where to start..." he asked himself while poking all over Aether's torso "I know! Teucer, wiggle your fingers on the crook of his elbows... yeah, like that- no wait, a bit softer... that's it." The Traveler was giggling already, knowing what his... let's say frenemy was planning.

Following Tartaglia's instructions, the little redhead started slowly dragging his fingers down, towards the underarms, laughing a bit when he heard the guy under him squeak. The amber-eyed guy, on the other hand, couldn't keep his laughter in at all. As soon as the child reached his armpits, the dam broke.

"Nahahahaha Teheuceheher wahahaihit!! Pleheheahase behehehe nihihihhice..!" Aether's high-pitched laughing echoed on the mountain. "But if you're laughing, it means you're enjoying it, right? That's what you told me earlier." The kid smiled innocently, to the point that Childe didn't know if it was supposed to be a comeback or just a consideration, but given how much the blond was blushing, he was proud nonetheless.

"You're absolutely right, and look, he's blushing..." the taller guy cooed in fake sympathy "Even his ears are getting red! Listen to me, try to massage the lobes with your fingers and scratch behind the ears as if he was a little kitten." The Harbinger gave more evil instructions, which the child executed immediately, laughing at how Aether was trying to scrunch his shoulders.

"That's it, now switch between his ears and neck, and if you want you can go back to the underarms. Just do whatever you want." Childe smiled lovingly at his brother, who was having the time of his life being on the giving end for once.

The guys found out that Teucer was unexpectedly mean. He switched quickly between the spots to not let the Traveler get used to the sensation, made him scrunch one side of his neck to attack the exposed one... and the list went on. It seemed like he had gotten his brother's genes after all. They went on for five minutes, until the older brother had another idea. "Teucer, do you know how many ribs we have?"

The kid knew the answer, since all his brothers had played that game with him at least once. "Twenty-four!!" He exclaimed with a big smile on his face... only to be corrected by the older redhead. "Nuh uh, it's thirty, fifteen on every side." He said casually, as if he wasn't planning on pulling one of the meanest tricks ever. "Just count them and you'll see I'm right. But take your time, you don't wanna lose count, do you?"

Had Teucer understood the plan and was playing along? Probably, but no one will ever know. What's certain is that he started immediately. "One... two... three..." He went agonizingly slow, so much that the blond arched his back and bucked his hips reflexively, almost making the kid fall.

"Woah!" The little boy managed to keep himself steady "Brother... I think I've lost count. Can I restart?" He asked, making Childe snort and Aether shiver again. "Of course you can, we have all the time in the world..." The older one replied, lowering his head to whisper something into the other guy's ear.

"If he falls, you're gonna regret it." He simply said, making him stop squirming, although not completely (that was basically impossible), while the kid resumed his important task with extreme precision.

"...and twenty-four. I was right hehehe" Teucer said with a triumphant expression while scribbling again under the Traveler's underarms "You're so silly, brother" He taunted. "What..? It can't be... impossible!" The Fatui member exclaimed with a fake dramatic tone. "I think you should count them all over again, just to be sure." He stated, which made Aether squawk.

"Nohohoho dohohon't lihihistehen toho yohohohour brohohotheher!!" The amber-eyed guy begged, but Childe gasped feigning disdain. "Don't listen to your brother?! What kind of advice is that? Who should he listen to, hm? To the evil man who called Mr. Cyclops a killing machine? And to think that I left him under your responsibility... you need to be taught a lesson." He decided. The blond gulped between his giggles, Tartaglia's tone was way too ominous for his own liking.

"Teucer, this is gonna be the final blow to complete our revenge, so let's make it memorable. Watch closely what I'm doing." The Hydro holder moved Aether's arms under his knees and unleashed a merciless attack on the latter's tummy and sides, which were unfortunately his death spots and, more unfortunately, perfectly exposed. He poked and scribbled on the tummy, squeezed and kneaded his sides, pinched lightly his lower tummy and repeated the cycle irregularly to keep the blond on his toes.

"NONONOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEAHAHAHSE NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEREEE" The shorter guy went berserk, but tried his best to not buck the little boy off, not wanting to find out if Childe's threat was true or just a bluff.

However, things got even worse when another pair of hands joined the fun, trying to imitate the Harbinger. Twenty fingers on his death spot? Aether howled. "NAHAHAHAHAT THIHIHIHIS!! OHOHOH AHAHARCHOHONS!!" The Harbinger laughed wholeheartedly, and got another idea. "Now repeat after me, tickle tickle tickle..." He told his brother, who repeated it quickly. The two brothers kept saying it, making the blond become crimson red from his neck to the tip of his ears. "PLEHEHEAHAHAHAHASEHE NAHAHAT THIHIHIHIHIS!!"

"Not this? But it can't be that bad..." Tartaglia pondered "Imagine if someone were to find out that your giggle button is super effective... now that would be bad." He didn't even need to look at his little brother to make him get the hint. By the end of his sentence, Teucer had already dipped a finger in Aether's belly button, wiggling it and moving it up and down as if he was pressing a little button.

"TEHEHEHEUCEHEHER THIHIHIS IHIHIHIS NAHAHAHAT NIHIHICEHEHEHE!! YOHOHOUHUHU MEHEHEAHAHANIEHEHEHE!!" The shorter guy screamed, a tear running down his face, which was as red as a tomato. Seeing that, Childe understood that it was time to stop, but there was one last thing he wanted to teach to his little sibling.

"Now, for the grand finale..." He said theatrically "We're gonna use the ultimate weapon, feared even by the best and bravest employees of the toy factory!" He announced, making Teucer even more excited. "Now put your lips on his giggle button and blow like I do on your neck." He said.

The little redhead quickly obliged, but he'd never blown a raspberry, so it took him a few attempts to get it right, much to Aether's dismay, since the first little blows were already enough to make him jump and squeal. "Nonononohoho EEK!! Teuhuceher ple- EEK!! Pleheahahase dohohon't... EEP!! Ihihit's gohonna behehe so ba- WAAAAAAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO IHIHIHI GIHIHIVEHEHE!! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!!" He surrendered, feeling his stamina reach its limit.

The two brother let him go and waited for him to recover. "Look brother! Mr. Nice Guy's got the giggles!" The little kid cackled while the shorter guy was getting rid of the remaining tingly feeling after the mean attack. In the meanwhile, Tartaglia laid next to him on the grass and put his brother on top of him, to make his head rest on his chest.

"So," Aether spoke after regaining his breath "did you have fun, Teucer?" No one replied. "Teucer? Are you lis-" When the blond turned around, he found the child fast asleep on his brother's chest, looking peaceful and cozy.

"Poor kid, that tickle attack must have tired him out..." Childe said, as if Teucer had been the victim, earning a deadpanned look from the Traveler. "Anyway, I have work to do, so please let him sleep with you." The Harbinger asked while trying to get up, but when he tried to pass his sleeping brother to the shorter guy, the child wrapped his arms around his neck and whined in his sleep.

Childe denied that he awed at the scene and smiled fondly with the faintest blush on his face, but in that occasion he decided that work could've waited for a day.

[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!

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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.

[hazmatazz]

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

[luveline]

(𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞) 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Steve hears you wrong, thinks he’s your boyfriend, and begins to act accordingly. You try your best to go along with it until you can’t anymore. 3k, fem. requested here ♡ 

cw shy(ish)!reader, misunderstandings, steve being a huge sweetheart, fluff, hurt/comfort, bonus fluff scene 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The arcade is loud and brisk this evening, doors thrown open to allow for the constant ebb and flow of younglings, the machine music turned up to account for so many voices. You’re lost in a sea of rainbow flashing lights and the ticklish smell of sugar. Without Steve’s hand behind your shoulder, you’re pretty sure you would’ve gotten lost and trampled half an hour ago. 

A candy necklace pinwheels past your heads like a torpedo, forcing you closer together, your shoulders tight with a flinch. 

“We can leave,” Steve says immediately. He’s weirdly thoughtful. Before he asked you out you had no idea he thought so much about other people, but he’s always thinking about other people. You could argue he thinks a little too much, like you. 

“I wanna see Max.” 

“She has to be here somewhere.” 

That theory proves less and less likely. Steve’s hand falls away from you, tugging through his hair in a marker of stress as you circle the Palace Arcade for the tenth time. “Maybe she quit?” you suggest. 

Steve’s eyebrows pinch together as he gives the arcade another sweep. Max’s rough patch freaked him out, as it freaked you out, because ‘rough patch’ is a kind way to describe it. She could’ve got a whole lot worse; she was suffering, capital S. It’s nice to see her returning to society, but not if she isn’t actually settling in. That’s the whole reason you’re here. 

Steve frowns at you worriedly. 

“Who died?” asks a new voice.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Max!” Steve cheers. 

“That’s me,” Max says, looking at you both sceptically. Her ginger hair is pulled into two tight braids either side of her face, her cheeks flushed red. Mascara paints her usually pale lashes a darker brown, and a rosy tinted chapstick shines on her lips. 

“Hey, the uniform looks good on you,” he says affectionately. “You look like a valued member of society.”

“A society in need of better labour laws. I’m pretty sure this is child abuse.” She rolls her eyes. 

“Is it awful?” you ask. 

“It’s fine. Better when your stupid friends aren’t here making themselves sick on candy like they’re nine years old,” she says pointedly to Steve. “Are you going to throw up too? You look–” she grimaces in place of insult. 

“Who’s throwing up?” you ask. 

“Dustin. He’s outside.” 

Steve sighs and gives your shoulder a kind squeeze. “I’ll be right back,” he says, squaring his expression. “Goddamn kids.” 

He sounds like an old man, you think to yourself with a small smile. Disgruntled, he still goes to make sure everyone’s alright. He’s nice, even when that nice is begrudging and tiresome and plain gross sometimes. 

“Why are you smiling at him like that?” Max asks.

You school your impression. “Like what?” 

“Like you like him.” 

You shake your head. “Tell me about work, Max. What’s it like here? Are they giving you your breaks?” 

She drags you over to the counter to sit in the seat waiting behind. She glares at any kid who approaches, but besides that she seems in good spirits. The job isn’t hard, it’s just a job. She’d much rather be at home reading, but wouldn’t everyone? “And I get this sweet uniform,” she says, pointing at the embroidered icon on her shirt pocket. “What’s with you and Steve?” 

“Nothing,” you say, though it’s something. You’re mortified to have been caught having feelings. 

“Looks like something. Are you dating?” 

“I mean, this is a date,” you say, almost whispering as heat floods your face. “But we’re not together.” 

“He was touching you a lot.” 

“Max, he’s really nice. He’s a really nice guy,” you say gently, “and we’re not together, but if he does ask me out eventually, maybe I’ll say yes.” You realise what you’re saying and attempt to backtrack —you do like Steve, but Max doesn’t need to know that. “It’s not like he’s my boyfriend,” you say strangely. 

“Ew,” Max says with a laugh. 

“Not ew,” you correct. You hadn’t meant it in a bad way, it’s— 

“Not ew,” Steve says from behind you, his arm a heavy weight across your shoulder. 

You look wide-eyed up at his face, surprised by his huge beaming smile, an intense loveliness about him as he gives you a half hug. 

“What’s ew about that?” he asks you softly. 

Oh, boy, you think. 

As it turns out, being Steve’s girlfriend is kind of nice, but you aren’t ready.

From that afternoon at the Palace Arcade onward, he treats you like you’re made of gold. And it’s great, he’s so kind, he brings you flowers and takes you out for breakfast, where he pays the tab without any flourishes and talks to you as casually as always. You almost hope he hasn’t got it wrong at all, and that his soft tone a few days ago had been down to a brief overwhelming fondness. You’d get that. You have your moments with him, you’re falling for him, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re desperately in love, you’re sure, but then the waitress asks if you need anything else and he says, “Just a water for my girl,” and you realise you’re not getting off easy. 

Dating is sort of like being good friends; you’d planned to spend the day together anyways. You enjoy his company. It’s clear he’s eager, optioning off the day’s agenda as you return to the car, the bottom of your face hidden in your bouquet. 

“We could go to the movies,” he says, opening the passenger door, his smile seemingly permanent as you climb inside. “No science fiction, I promise.” 

“I kind of like sci-fi.” Petals press fragrant to your top lip.

“Well, we don’t have to go to the Hawk. We could go into the city. I bet they’re playing any movie you wanna see.” He checks that your leg is properly inside the car before he closes the door, jogging around to the driver’s side and practically throwing himself inside. He’s giggling like a kid. “Shit, I’ll see anything you want to.” 

“Steve.” 

“Or we can go do nothing? Until dinner.” 

“Steve,” you say again, thinking you’ll tell him. Nothing good ever comes from dishonesty. 

“What?” he asks. 

His eyes are so brown. Billions of people with brown eyes and you swear you’ve never seen anything like it before, their centres like hot honey, the sweetheart shape to them when he smiles 

You sigh. His smile is contagious, even while your stomach hurts. “Nothing. Let’s go see a movie.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“What?” 

“What do you mean, what? You sounded weird.” 

“I sounded weird?” 

“No!” He winces. “I mean, yeah, you sounded weird for you, like you… I don’t know. Sorry.” 

You feel bad, then. His apology is earnest, his hand resting open on the console for you to take if you could manage the flustering heat of it. 

“I wanna go to the movies,” you say, ‘cos you really do. 

“Alright, good. It’s just, I think my last relationship, I– I didn’t pay enough attention, and I want to do that better this time around. So yeah. Sorry.” 

Oh, Steve, you think. How are you supposed to tell him now? You’re gonna have to pretend to be ready for a relationship with him until you really are, it seems. He doesn’t deserve to have his heart played with twice. 

“Don’t be sorry,” you say gently. “Let’s go watch a movie, okay? I want to go, with you, we’ll watch a shitty daytime flick and then get dinner after. It’ll be fun.” 

You aren’t lying to him about what you want. It’s clear to everybody, Steve and his friends and especially you, that you like him, that you want to be around him and make him laugh. Maybe being his girlfriend won’t even be that different to being his something. 

After all, what’s romantic about seeing a movie? 

“You good?” he asks, half an hour later, your agony prolonged. 

You’re at the back of the movies where the seats have the most leg room, more popcorn and candy than you could ever eat at your feet and a litre cup stuffed into the armrest between you. Steve is tucking his shirt back into his jeans, his head parting the light of the projector and leaving a silhouette in the previews. 

“Steve,” you advise, gesturing for him to lean down out of the way. 

He leans down, further and further, face to face with you with his hands on his hips. A flirtatious teasing makes its way onto his lips. “What?” he asks, amused. 

“You were in the way of the light.” 

“That what it was?”

“Seriously!” you whisper-shout, laughing despite yourself. 

“You’re so cute,” he whispers back. “Want to take your jacket off?” 

Your lips part at his good suggestion. You hold your arm out and start to peel from your jacket, but he takes your sleeve and helps you out of it before folding it and sitting in the seat next to you, your jacket on his thigh. “How’s that, babe?” he asks. 

“It’s good.” 

“Okay, perfect.” He beams at you. He’s always smiling when he’s with you, like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. Like he loves you. “Tell me if you need something, yeah? I know you’re kinda shy.” 

He settles back in his seat with your jacket still in his lap and no indication that he might want to move it. Your knees touch as he relaxes, your knuckles as he puts his arm on the rest between you, a picture of contentedness as the movie begins and the opening credits play. “That’s us,” he says without looking at you. 

Two people walk down the street holding hands as the title of the movie blazes in yellow font with thick red outlines. A Day In Paradise! 

You bite down on a slither of the inside of your lip until it stings. You try to fight it off but the longer you sit there, the more your eyes burn, thinking about Steve and what he deserves and how unfortunate this whole thing is, and yeah, you’re overwhelmed, too. You aren’t ready for so much sweetness all at once. You don’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve this. 

You force the tears away. The movie goes on and on, the lights low, the chatter of moviegoers and the occasional popcorn crush not nearly loud enough to cover the sound of Steve’s breathing. 

He pushes his hair out of his face. Somebody on screen makes a joke, his hand brushes against yours, and then takes it gently as he laughs. 

You pull your hand away and tip your head down, a frantic tear flicking from your lashes. 

“You okay?” he whispers. 

You try to answer. You whimper instead, a terrible, sorry sound stuck to your throat —you can’t hold it in anymore. It’s too much. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble tearily, looking up, a tear rolling fast down the bump of your cheek. 

Steve sits still in moderate horror. “Why are you crying?” he whispers.

The thing about Steve that people tend to forget is that, while he takes care of people the best that he can, he’s really young. He doesn’t always know what to do. He stares at you now like you’re a foreign object, hand tucked back into his abdomen. 

A tear drips onto your lip. It tastes salty. “Sorry,” you say. 

“Why?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“I really like you, Steve.” 

He stares at you. “…But?”

“But I–” His frown hurts your heart. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this, I never– never had someone like me like this, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You say that last part to yourself rather than him, scrubbing your cheeks with your hands roughly before hiding your face completely. “It’s not you.” 

“I thought…” And of course he did. 

“I know,” you say. “I’m sorry, Steve. I thought it wouldn’t matter but everything’s going so fast.” 

He touches your arm gently. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I thought you wanted this. You– you said I was your boyfriend, to Max? I thought you liked me.” 

“I do like you,” you insist, meeting his eyes. 

“Can I wipe your tears away? They’re everywhere,” he says. You struggle to read his expression, but there’s no resentment or anger there for you. He looks quite serious. 

“Yeah.” 

Steve bends in his seat to wipe your tears off of your face gently. They really are everywhere, on your cheeks, your top lip, your chin, even down the arc of your neck. “I don’t understand,” he says, going back to your cheek for a missed streak, “but you don’t have to be upset. Please. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, I promise.” 

“Steve, when I was talking to Max, I said,” —you wince— “that it’s not like you’re my boyfriend. She was asking me about you, and I got all panicky because I like you, but I’m too weird about this stuff, I’m panicking now–”

“Don’t.” His hand lingers on your face, before a sorry flash of dejection passes over him, and he drops your face altogether. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please believe me.” 

“Of course I believe you.” He grimaces at you, and the heartbreak turns to something more manageable, like he’s brushing himself off. “I’m sorry. For getting the wrong idea.” 

“I like you,” you whisper. Your voice is nearly lost to the rustle of popcorn and drinks. 

“I like you too!” he says loudly. 

A few seats down, somebody turns, an angry whirl of hair and clicky nails. “Can you guys shut up?” 

You and Steve leave your mountain of snacks behind to stand in the theatre hallway, where the winter air is cool on your flushed skin, and the silence is stifling. You lean against a wood feature wall and try to calm down, because he’s the one who should be upset (or maybe he’s not that fussed about you). He stands a half foot away with his arms crossed, looking down at his shoes, though occasionally he glances at you for a split-second and looks away again. 

“You okay?” he asks tightly. 

“I’m sorry.”

He pokes his cheek with his tongue. “So you don’t want to be together?” 

You don’t know. He deserves the truth, even if you barely understand it yourself, and it stings to say. “I do, I like you, but I… I want to take things slowly.” 

He stands there without talking for a while. When he does talk again, he’s laughing, that achy awful sadness he’d worn a far off memory. “You’re this upset because you want us to take things slow?” 

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

“You haven’t,” he promises. “That would never hurt my feelings. I knew when I heard it that it was too good to be true.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I guess I gotta earn the title like everybody else does. Is that… cool?” 

You nod vehemently. 

Steve blows a relieved breath of air up his face, his hair ruffling off of his forehead. “I thought I was gonna lose you completely,” he says, smiling. “This is fine. I can work with slow. Slow’s my middle name.”

—♡—

The sun is a blistering heat today. “Can’t believe it’s only spring,” you murmur, eyes covered by the back of your arm. 

A weight sits down on the blanket beside you, the sound of dry grass crushed underfoot. He brings the fresh scent of lemon slices with him, the zest sticking to his hands.

“I think I might melt.” 

“I’d never let that happen,” Steve says, laying down beside you. 

“You can be my parasol.” 

“Your what?” 

“It’s a sun umbrella.” 

“Like this?” he asks, gently laying himself across your front, his face on the slip of your stomach that’s bare, his arms sneaking behind your thighs to hug them as you bring them up. 

You reach down to stroke his hair, taking your fingers through the silky lengths of it, fingernails scratching ever so slightly at his scalp. “Thanks,” you say.

He kisses your naked leg. “You’re welcome, honey.” 

If he’d done that at the beginning of your relationship, you’d have frozen up; not because he would’ve done it differently, not because he wasn't always your handsome sweetheart, but because being comfortable with someone this intimately takes time, and that’s okay. 

“Your face is digging into my hip,” you murmur. 

He shifts back, his ear above your belly button. “Is that better?” 

“That’s perfect.” 

“Are you falling asleep?” he asks softly. 

“No… I’m thinking.” 

“Nothing good ever comes of that.” 

“I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“I love talking to you,” he says. He sounds as though he might fall asleep himself, his tongue heavy in his mouth. 

You stroke his hair away from his face by touch alone. Long, warm minutes pass without conversation. You aren’t scared to tell him how you’re feeling. He’s proved to you over time that he’s someone you’ll always be able to trust, and that whatever you have to say will hold weight. 

“It’s a question.” 

He turns in your hold to face you. You raise your arm, greeted by the image of him sun-kissed and lazing, laid out across you without a care in the world. 

“Don’t tell me then,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Jesus, you’re terrifying.” 

“Would you wanna be my boyfriend?”

He narrows his eyes at you. A myriad of emotions pass between you both, until he’s smiling, and you know he’s sitting up for a kiss seconds before he actually does. He presses his lips to yours carefully. “Baby,” he says as he pulls away, voice as mild as his soft kiss, “I think we’ve passed that point.” 

“I realised I’d never asked you, is all.” 

His hair falls down into his eyes. You tuck it behind his ear. It’s pretty clear now you’re together, even after such a bumpy start. 

“Can I get it in writing this time?” he asks, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering closed in tandem. 

“Give you anything you want if you kiss me,” you murmur. 

His laugh fans over your lips. He cups your cheek, your heart a hummingbird drilling at your ribs as Steve moves in to kiss you properly. Your lips part under the pressure, your head tilting a touch to one side to accommodate him as he searches down for you, melty hot pleasure and nerves that never seem to fade arising as his thumb moves up your cheek, a semi-circle of touch. It promises undulating care whenever you want it. 

You tip your head aside to catch your breath.

“Better late than never,” you joke. 

Steve talks into the soft skin beside your mouth. “You weren’t late, babe. I was early, and I didn’t mind waiting.” 

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank u for reading!! pretty please like/reblog or comment if you enjoyed cos it means so much to me and inspires me to write even more!!! but either way i hope u enjoyed❤️❤️❤️

[radio-navlee]

id sell my soul for you to write nikki and neil ganging up on max >:3

No need to sell your soul goul! I gotch you!

Say it!

Lee: Max

Ler: Nikki & Neil

Summary: Nikki and Neil had enough with Max just insulting them and decided to finally do something about it!(Takes place before s5)

——————————————— “Eugh! Max you reek of coffee!” Neil complained causing Max to growl back

“Yeah, I need it so I can deal with your bullshit!”

“Shhhh! Guys I’m trying to listen to what Terrence is trying to say!” Nikki shushed the boys cupping her hands around a fly and holding it up to her ear

It was a relatively hot day at Camp Campbell. Nikki, Neil, and Max laid in the grass that had been warmed up by the sun. David and Gwen thought it would be a good idea to give the campers a free day. (It totally wasn’t because Gwen didn’t wake up on time and David couldn’t think of anything to do for the day)

“Okay! Good bye Terrance!…. Yeah I can’t speak fly..” Nikki sighed

“I thought having a free day would be fun or something, I’m just bored!” Neil whined.

“Shhh! I’m trying sun bathe!” Max whipped out a pair of sun glasses and put them over his eyes.

“Sun bathing in a hoodie and jeans?”

“Guys did you hear that? I could have sworn I heard an annoying pussy start talkin” Max said with sarcasm

“Don’t call me a pussy Max!”

“I’ll call you what ever I want!”

“Can I call you stuff too Neil?” Nikki interrupted

“Nikki how about you go speak with the animals, you Snow White wanna be!” Max grumped

“Hey! I don’t even like Snow White!” Nikki frowned

“Max quit being such a dick!” Neil stated

“That’s funny, if you get to call me a dick then I get to call you a pussy!” Max crossed his arms

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Neil started to get annoyed with all the bickering.

Max, Neil, and Nikki broke out into an argument between all of them for different reasons, but it was mostly all traced back to Max. Neil pushed first

“Max your so annoying!”

“Don’t push me!” Max pushed back

“Ugh! This is exactly what I mean!” Neil and Max wrestled on the ground bumping into Nikki and pulling her into the fight as well.

“Let go!”

“Ow stop!”

“Hey!”

“GET OFF!”

“AUGH!”

Nikki and Neil both caught each others eyes and nodded their head, ganging up on Max and pinning him down.

“Hey! No fair!” Max gritted his teeth

“Stop calling me a pussy!”

“Stop calling me Snow White!”

“Get off me!!” Max growled

Now Max was pissed, this was just ridiculous! He squirmed underneath them but could get free. Nikki had pinned his shoulders to the ground while Neil unintentionally held his sides down.

“Stop callin us names! And say sorry!” Neil compromised

“This is outrageous!” Max groaned

“Now!” Neil readjusted his grip squeezing Maxs sides

“GAH! NEIL!” Max jumped

“What?”

“Don’t doho- that!”

“Do what?”

“Eh? Whatever you just did!”

Neil thought and squeezed Maxs sides again.

“Stohop! I mean it!”

“Max your ticklish?”

“Shut up!” Max blurted embarrassed

“What, can’t handle when I do this?” Neil teased squeezing Maxs sides over and over again. Max almost lost it. He tried to stifle any giggles trying to escape but Nikki was already starting to pin his arms

“GaHAha!” Max finally broke letting all the pent up giggles spill.

Neil moved up to his ribs to try to get a better reaction. Spidering between every rib and vibrating his fingers, Max was losing it.

“EHAHAhehaHA! NEHEhil!!”

“What?”

“QUHIhihit it!” Max bucked

“Say sorry!” Neil let up

“I- hihi- don’t say (inhale) sohorry!”

“Is that so? Nikki, help me out!” Neil smirked down at Max watching the smug in his eyes drain.

“I’d be glad too!” Nikki chirped, instead of hold his hands up she used her legs to pin them down, making her hands free. She giggled looking at Max wiggling her fingers, she swore she heard Max whine.

“Fuck!” Max let out his last words before Neil went back to his ribs and Nikki went right above his armpit. Teasing and tickling his upper arms instead. Luck for Max, Nikki couldn’t get under his hoodie like Neil.

“THISIS ihis STUPIHihihid!!”

“Just say sorry Max!”

“Yeah! Before I get you!” Nikki wiggled her hands in front of Maxs eyes. ‘That’s right, fuck!’ Max remembered, Nikki knew Max was ticklish, she knew all his spots.

“So are you gonna say sorry or not?” Neil stoped for a second.

“s-sohohorry…..YOUR STILL A PUSSY!!” Max insulted

“Oh that’s it-” Neil was cut off by Max laughing hysterically.

“GAHAHA! NIHIHIKIII!! FUHAHAHACK!!” Max scrunched up his neck at best he could, but he could not escape Nikki’s fast fingers.

“Nikki how did you-”

“DAHAHMNIT!!!”

“That’s not all! Look how he reacts when I get his ears!” Nikki quickly changed spots, Max squealed.

“SHIHIHIHIT!!” Max tried to shake her off but Nikki was too quick.

“NIHIKKII!! YOHOUR SUCH AHA *snort* GAH!”Did Max just snort? Holy moly, Neil was impressed. Nikki stoped to laugh.

“HAHAHehe! Sehee! Gosh Max you’re insane!” Nikki wiped a tear from her eye

“Nohot fuhunny!” Max said trying to catch his breath.

“Neil, if you’re still look for that apology. Try his hips!” Nikki said, grabbing Maxs hands and pinning them.

“His hips?”

“NO!” Max blurted

“Yeah his hips!”

“Like right here?” Neil teased tickling the air right above his hips

“Fohor fucks sake!” Max complained

“Yea yea! Right there!”

“okay!”

“Wait your serious?”

Neil inched closer

“WAITWAITWAIT!!”

Closer

“NEILISWEARTOGOD!”

“Closer”

“neilneilneilwaitpleaseyouhavenoideahowloudimgonnaget!!” Max tried to warn him panicking at the anticipation.

“If only you would-,” Neil latched onto Maxs hips, massaging into the bone

“-Just say sorry!”

“AHAHAHAHAAA! OHOHKAY!! ILL APOLOGIZE! PLEHEHEAHASEE!!” Max plead

“And it will be a real apology?” Neil did his best to drag the tickling on

“YEHES!! IT WI-*snort*-IHILL!!” Max snorted again! Nikki was laughing her ass off.

“Ok ok!” Neil let up

“gehehez!” Max panted

“I’m sohorry! I’m sorry I cahalled yohou a- a pussy!”

“There we go!” Neil clapped, Nikki let go of Maxs arms and Neil got off.

“Ugh, please shut up!” Max said covering his face in embarrassment

“Some one’s embarrassed!” Neil said in a baby voice

“Stop!” Max pushed Neil away

“I got an apology! I got max to say sor-ry!” Neil sang

Max whined, turning to his side to think of what just happened. ‘Did I really just say sorry?’ God damnit! Neil turned around to see Max lying on the ground facing away from him.

“Hey Max? Are you okay?”

“just don’t mention this every again!” Mad mumbled

“Sorry what?” Neil got closer

“I SAID-!” Max stoped himself and quieted down

“I said, don’t mention this ever again! Not to David! Not to Space Kid! Nobody should know about this!”

“About how easy it is to take you down with just a couple wiggles of the finger?” Neil laughed

“Ugh! Shut up! And yes!” Max groaned

“it took so long to get Nikki not to say anything!” Max pointed to Nikki who was digging up the grass.

“Okay okay! I won’t say a thing!” Neil said putting his hands up and backing off.

The rest of the day was pretty tiring for Max, the three of them laid back down in the grass just talking about whatever came to mind. Max eventually fell asleep causing Neil to also fall asleep, which made Nikki also fall asleep.

——————————————

Okie Dokie artichokie! Hope you enjoyed :)

-Navy out!

[kissedsuns]

SLEEPING WITH THEM, F1 BOYS.

INTRODUCING THE GRID: oscar piastri. lando norris. charles leclerc. max verstappen. carlos sainz.

CW: fem!reader, teasing, kissing, established rel . . .

— OSCAR PIASTRI (81)

no matter how long you've been together, oscar's shy nature never really fades. the moment you climb into bed beside him, his heart starts racing, and a light blush quickly spreads across his cheeks. even though he has spent countless nights with you, the simple act of your body curling up next to him still makes him feel dizzy—something you find so endearing about him. when you plop your sleepy head on his chest, he stiffens slightly, unsure of how to respond. should he wrap his arm around you? is he being too forward? eventually, oscar can't resist the urge to hold you close. he lets out a small sigh and slowly he wraps his big arm around you. as he settles into the moment, oscar instinctively nuzzles his face into your hair. the sweet scent of your shampoo fills his senses, and it's enough to lull him to sleep. on nights when you're wearing thin pyjamas, oscar finds himself wanting to be even closer to you. he'll gently slip his hand under the fabric, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

— LANDO NORRIS (4)

lando is naturally touchy, no doubt about it. from the moment you both climb into bed, his arms instinctively reach out to wrap around you. it doesn't matter how you're positioned—he always manages to find a way to drape himself over you, his hands gliding up and down your back in soothing strokes. it's a habit of his, one that never fails to send you into a peaceful sleep. there is just something about the way his hands move. no matter how much you toss and turn throughout the night, you always seem to wake up in his grasp. it's almost like he has a magnetic pull towards you, his arms never straying far. sometimes, you'll wake up to find him clinging to you like a koala, his head resting on your chest or his legs slightly tangled with yours, as if he's afraid to let go. and while he might joke about it in the morning, saying how he must have been cold, you know it's just his way of staying connected to you. as much as lando loves holding you, there are nights when he craves a bit of extra attention himself. on those particular nights, he'll gently nudge you, signalling that he wants to be the little spoon. you are more than happy to oblige. his curls are ticklish against your face, and you can't resist burying yourself in them. your fingers also naturally find their way to his hair, twirling little strands between them before it sends you to sleep. lando absolutely loves to sleep, and because of that, these scenarios tend to happen often.

— CHARLES LECLERC (16)

once the two of you have crawled into bed, all charles wants is to hear your soft, soothing voice which puts him to sleep easily. he likes to have a quiet conversation with you about your day, listening intently as you talk about the little things that happened, genuinely interested. and he also takes these vulnerable moments to spice things up by mentioning all of the gossip surrounding the paddock, or somethings that happened over the race weekend that you may have missed. occasionally, charles will press a kiss to your shoulder or the top of your head, murmuring sweet nothings in french. if you ever wake up in the middle of the night, you'll often find that charles is right there, still holding you. sometimes, he's already awake, just watching you with a sleepy smile. he'll ask if you're okay, and if you need anything. he is more than willing to get up and help, whether it's fetching you a glass of water or simply holding you tighter until you fall back asleep.

— MAX VERSTAPPEN (1)

when you first get into bed, max is usually stiff and almost a little shy, but you can tell that he's just waiting for the right moment to pull you close. he's not overly cuddly by nature, but he'll often hold you firmly, and if you happen to stir or move away in your sleep, max will instinctively tighten his grip, drawing you back to him without even fully waking up. he will naturally gravitate towards you, his arm draped over your waist. he's not one to sprawl out; instead, he prefers to be as close as humanly possible. even if you start off with some space between you, max inevitably ends up shifting closer during the night. however, he does have this habit of bringing racing magazines to bed with him, flipping through them with concentration. to you, it's kind of funny—he almost looks like a teenage girl absorbed in the latest gossip magazines. you can't help but tease him a little when you catch him squinting at the pages, totally engrossed that you have to stifle a giggle. "are you reading up on your rivals again, max?" you might ask with a smirk. sometimes, you might also jokingly ask him about who his 'favorite' driver is in the magazine, just to see how he'll react. max will play along, maybe flipping a page and pretending to consider your question seriously. "this one," he'll say, pointing to a picture of himself, "he's the best looking, i think." but if you dare tell anyone that he reads formula 1 gossip magazines before bed, you might just find yourself on the couch for a while.

— CARLOS SAINZ (55)

carlos is a natural protector, and that instinct carries over into how he sleeps. he loves to wrap his big arms around you, holding you close to his warm body. carlos also has a habit of tangling his legs with yours, especially when you're lying face to face and get to see that giddy smile of his through the moonlight peeking through the curtains. but, we can't forget his playful side. before the two of you settle into the soft sheets, he might attempt to tickle your sides just to hear you laugh, or trap you in a bearhug that can be surprisingly easy to get out of given his sleepy state. another adorable thing about carlos is that he loves to not only intertwine legs, but also hands. carlos always wants to be holding your hand, even when you're both asleep so he will often reach for your hand, linking your fingers together and keeping them close to where his heart is.

© kissedsuns

[amazingmsme]

Hear me out, the lib punishing Max in the Black and White by teasing him if he can keep his arms above his head they'll let him go as they take turns playing with him.

YOU!!! YOU GET ME!!! The lib would absolutely pull something like this! They think they’re sooooo funny (they are) & they love making fake deals they have no intention of upholding. Something about the false hope they give their victims is so satisfying to them. & poor Max has never thought anything through in his life & falls for their lies hook line & sinker. & like, that’s on you dude you actually trusted these rainbow bitches? Get got

He puts on a show trying to get away & yelling at them through his laughter, but a tiny part of him knows he’s actually lucky they aren’t inflicting horrible pain on him, but he’s kinda got that markiplier mentality where he thinks he can handle anything thrown at him & openly encourages it, so another part of him would prefer real torture instead of whatever this humiliating shit is (he’s lying to himself, he really doesn’t mind)

The lords just coo over his cute smile & loud laughter & they like to tell him that he’s being so loud he can probably be heard in Hatchetfield & all he can do is growl through his giggles & tell them to shut up. & of course Wiggly uses his tentacles to keep him still, kinda like at the end of npmd

[anasticklefics]

Nighttime Giggles

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Lucas/Max

Anonymous said: I loved the fic you wrote for Lucas/Max from Stranger Things and I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing for them again? If so, I’d love to see something about the whole group having a sleepover maybe, and Max can’t sleep and the two of them have a nice little nighttime chat complete with some gentle tickles and hushed giggling?

A/N: Omg how did it take me a year and a half to write barely 700 words... Anon, if you’re out there, I’m sorry and I hope you liked this if you read it

Words: 700 ish

Lucas noticed her leaving, but didn’t instantly follow. Knowing Max, she most likely wanted a moment to breathe on her own, especially at night, when she let her guard down the most. She’d let Lucas in many times, but he still felt wary of crossing a line he’d not noticed, and so he waited. Dustin was mumbling something in his sleep, while Mike was mumbling something into El’s ear, earning a stifled giggle. Will was quiet. It wasn’t common for them to have an actual sleepover that didn’t involve everyone falling asleep like dominoes throughout the night in Mike’s basement while working a monster case. Not anymore. They’d used to, way back when, before Max and El. Lucas felt oddly weird about it now, not used to having Max on one side and Will on the other.

Lucas got up and left the basement silently, - because where else would six people fit? - ascending the Wheeler’s stairs and crossing the hallway until he came to a halt in the kitchen. Max was sitting by the table, the room illuminated only by a single lamp by the window. Her back was toward him.

“Hey,” he said gently, although he was sure she’d heard him.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Drawing.”

Lucas walked closer. “What is it?”

She shrugged, finally turning to look at him. She seemed tired, but Lucas knew she’d not been able to sleep recently. “I’m not sure.”

He leaned over her, looking at the notebook. It really wasn’t looking like anything yet, but who was Lucas to tell. “It’s pretty.”

Max snorted, rolling her eyes when Lucas looked at her. “Thank you,” she said, grinning up at him in a way that made Lucas smile right back.

He sat beside her, their arms touching. Max had resumed her drawing, and Lucas was watching her quietly. He was used to watching people draw; had spent years watching Will doodle in notebooks and textbooks. It helped calm her down, whether she was drawing out something that was on her mind or simply allowing her pencil to take the lead. He wasn’t sure what it was this time, and he wasn’t sure if he should ask. She was focusing on the page before her, focused on turning it into something new, but Lucas could feel her energy shift from the drawing to him and back, constantly ping-ponging between them, as if she, too, was unsure of what to do.

Lucas made a move to get up, hating to be disturbing her, but she grabbed his wrist. “Stay.”

“But I’m tired,” he said, an attempt at teasing as he lowered himself back onto the chair. “Aren’t you?”

“Not really.”

“Liar. I can see you fighting off a yawn.” He poked her cheek and she laughed, her walls down, both safe within the semi-darkness of the empty room, the empty story of the house.

“Maybe you’re just boring me,” she said..

“Oh, well, excuse me for trying to be nice to you.”

It was a game. Their tones light, all smiles, all love. Lucas had missed that. They rarely laughed nowadays.

Lucas poked her stomach this time. “I want an apology.”

She swatted his hand away with a sound he knew as her panicked laugh which she tried to smother on the way out, usually only heard when he tickled her. “Never.”

He grinned. It wasn’t the time or place for a tickle fight, but he could make her giggle just a little bit.

“Come here,” he said, snaking his arm around her. “Bed time.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” she said, playfully elbowing him in the side.

“No, but this finger is.” He poked her again, this time in the ribs, and she let out a strangled sound which Lucas adored.

“Not here,” she hissed, dropping her facade. “We’ll wake everyone.”

“So come to bed then.” He squeezed her side with the hand he had around her, smiling when she giggled and moved closer to him on instinct. “And maybe I’ll stop. Or maybe I won’t.”

“You’re so annoying.” But she followed him back downstairs, holding onto him until they both fell asleep.

[blushyeleven]

hey so I have had this comment request in my fic list for a while so I’m so sorry it took so long!

Thankyou all for being so patient!

Warnings: tickles, light swearing

Characters!: ler/lee!dustin ler!eleven Lee!max

𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴

It was another damp,drizzly day in the town of Hawkins with rain falling, pattering to the ground and the sky covered in silvery clouds.

“Okay el.. truth or dare!” Max said and smiled . Eleven, max and dustin sat in elevens bedroom playing a childish game of truth or dare. It was only the three of them thst day because the rest of the group were either to “busy” or didn’t want to travel to hoppers cabin in the rain

They planned for it to only be max and el hanging out that day but when dustin announced through this walkie-talkie that he was free, eleven and max couldn’t leave him alone.

“truth!” Eleven excitedly responded “hmm.. would you rather give up me or eggos?” Max said with a raised eyebrow.

Without hesitation Eleven answered with “eggos! I can live without them” max’s smile lit up. “Awh your so cute” max teased and followed with a poke to elevens stomach. Causing her to giggle, bat maxs hand away and blush. Max instantly started smirking and dustin just watched and rolled his eyes (poor dustin.. always the the third wheel)

“Dustin it’s your turn to ask!” el stated.

“Hm! Okay max, truth or dare?” Dustin said as him and el watch max start to ponder about her decision

“Truth” she declared smirking at dustins disappointed face. “boringg.. but alright - what’s your weakness?”

Max eyes grew at the heart-pounding question “I uhm don’t have one” she managed to stutter out. Real smooth max. She thought to herself

Maxs answer had eleven giggling slightly and dustin furrowed his eyebrows at her

“Everybody has a weakness” dustin confused tone had El giggling more

“nope.. I don’t” max played it off seeming confident but inside she was dying. She wanted the ground just to swallow her up right there. The only person that knew about her weakness was El and she was not prepared to have Dustin find out and tell the whole party her embarrassing secret!

“but max your really ti-“ El tried to state but was cut of my max covering her mouth slightly “dont you dare” max softly threatened nervously. She didn’t mean to be so defensive to her girlfriend especially because she didn’t understand why this situation was so important but she couldn’t risk her weakness being blurted out.

“Hey leave her alone!” Dustin remarked as she elbowed her in the side. This came unexpectedly to max as she flinched and a giggle escaped her mouth

Dustin didn’t need els help this time to clarify what just happened. He use to have to many tickle fights with the party that he could read her reaction like a book.

El Just smirked and dustin followed with a tease that made maxs face glow an obvious red “are you sure you don’t have any weaknesses?”

Max gulped as she watched El and dustin slowly move closer with a predatory look on their face

“no! You scared me.. okay?” Dustin just rolled his eyes at maxs poor attempt to lie her way out of it

El pokes maxs side causing her to squeal slightly and block it with her hands “yea sure.. you look terrified” dustin joked and he pounced on her

“Dustin don’t you dAREHHEHARREE-“ max sentence was interrupted by her own squealing laughter as dustin prodded his fingers into maxs side causing a squirmy and squealing reaction from max

“NOHOHOHOOO ASSHOHOHOLEE!” Max spat out as the laughter just poured out of her mouth. Dustin looked extremely thrilled with his discovery and eleven just sat and watched, giggling at the state max was in. Maxs legs were flailing about as she aggressively kicked them causing Dustin to almost loose his balance.

“El come and help me!” Dustin moaned as el was more then happy to oblige. She exitedly crawled over sitting infront of maxs swinging legs.

“EHEHELLL PLEHEHEASEEE!” Max begged through her screams of laughter. Ofcourse eleven ignored her and gripped onto her foot and starts wiggling her fingers into her arch. Eleven know exactly we’re to tickle to get max to laugh the loudest. Of course only el knew this and el is the only person that ever will know.

“EEEK! NAHAHAHAAHAAAA ELL NOT THEREEE! BAHAAHA” eleven was smiling to herself, she loved hearing the sweet sound of maxs laugh. It was a rare occasion, especially for her to laugh so loudly and freely like this. Although eleven could tell the differences in maxs laugh. The only times she ever laughs the loudest is when she is tickled by el, when she is around her her laugh just flows freely out of her mouth. When she is tickled by anybody else her laugh is still loud but more controlled

Meanwhile dustin was fluttering his fingers over maxs covered stomach. “BAHAHHAA NOHOHOO” “woah max.. this is absolutely shocking” dustin teased. “SHUHUHUT UPPP!” Max practically yelled at him. Although max hated feeling weak she couldn’t deny that she was sort of having fun

Eleven was playing her foot like a guitar, strumming her fingers along her arches and scraping them down to her sole sending max into hysterics “NO GUYS COME OHOHONNN!!” “Awh max your so ticklish!” Eleven cooed clearly enjoying this way to much as dustin was still in shock. Max mayfield. The max mayfield was ticklish?

Dustin started squirming his fingers into maxs ribs, wiggling them like spiders. Maxs high pitched squeals and complaints were useless as they both looked like they weren’t stopping anytime soon

While max was in ticklish hell eleven was in heaven, she figured she could listen to maxs laugh on repeat for hours on end. She loved her bubbly giggles that subsided into wild laughter. It never failed to bring a smile to els adorably pink face.

“PLEHEHEHEASEEE” max wailed. “I think we should stop now before we kill her” eleven giggles slowing down her deadly fingers as dustin poked her side one more time “HEHEY!” and then he climbed off. “I hehehate you both” max said through deep breaths which eleven took as an opportunity to poke her foot again at that comment “EEK! Okay okay I love you El” eleven smiled and then crawled next to max

Max sat up and evil-eyed dustin “if you tell anybody your dead” Dustin reacted with a chuckle “or what?” he said clearly challenging her. Max just smirked at him and eleven watched curiously.

Max spontaneously poked his side causing him to flinch away with an alarmed squeak. “Eeeaa! no!” Max smirk got wider a she started sporadically jabbing her fingers into his sides. Dustin yelped and fell flat on his back, laughing uncontrollably “HEHEHEEE OKAHAHAHAYYY” “okay what?” Max teased as she began poking faster “AAAHAHHAHAHA I WOHOHONNT TELL ANYBOHOHODYY” dustin cried.

“How do I know your not lying..” max responded mischievously turning her quick poked into rough squeezes to his side “NAHAHAHHAHA I PROHOHOMISEEEE” and after that max haulted her ambush

“I was just joking.. jeez” dustin panted. “Well if anybody else finds out I won’t hesitate to do it again” max snarkily added

Max just chuckled to herself at how the childish game of truth or dare ended