Hello! This is a sfw tickle blog, run by a minor, where I'll post about my interests, any writing I want to share, and sometimes art! Expect lots of self-indulgent ideas, as well as reblogs from other creators I like :)
You can call me Juice! 🧃 Also, something that I have just recently decided is that I would like to use he/they pronouns. This may change as I learn more about myself, but I feel more confident announcing that right now :)
I currently am not accepting requests. Thank you!
My old blog, see my old writing! -> @savemeafruitjuice
My masterlist of all the fics I've written on this blog is here!
BOUNDARIES:
First things first, I am a minor, so NO NSFW INTERACTION!!! I am okay with adult interaction as long as it is respectful and kind.
I don't tolerate any hateful interaction. Doing so will result in an immediate block. This also goes for such behavior towards my friends. This means the following:
No racism, sexism, pedophiles, maps, homophobia, ableism, transphobia, or any other kinds of discrimination, or negative/harmful behavior. Just because I didn't list it doesn't mean I will tolerate it.
There is a lot of controversy in today's world, especially on the Internet. I am okay with people having different beliefs than I do, so long as it is respectful. That being said, I am usually open to discussion about arguments and disagreements, but I am not okay with belittling people because of their thoughts or values. Feel free not to interact if you can't handle yourself.
Because of a very busy personal life, it is possible that I may not be online for extended periods of time, or simply not post. If my mental health has me down, I may not respond to messages, or have a strong presence as well. Sorry for the inconvenience, but as I prioritize myself, I will do my best to be aware of what is going on in the Internet!
Interests:
I currently have lots of interests!! How I feel about them varies, so you may see more or less content of each fandom listed.
Bold = Very interested, expect content and talk
Italics = Interested, but isn't a main fixation now
Normal = Part of the fandom, not a main interest
Stranger Things
IT (2017, 2019)
Project Hail Mary
Iron Lung
The Barbie Movie
Heartstopper
Pokemon Journeys
TMNT ('03, '12, Rise, MM/Tales)
Ducktales
Captain Underpants (Movie, TECOCU)
FNAF (Games, movies)
Sonic (Movies)
Steven Universe
Hamilton
Bloodmoney/Human Expenditure Program
Animaniacs
The Amazing Digital Circus
I like to paint, write, draw, play instruments, listen to music, crochet, and much more!
Feel free to interact with me, and don't be afraid to say hi!
One of the best writing advice I have gotten in all the months I have been writing is "if you can't go anywhere from a sentence, the problem isn't in you, it's in the last sentence." and I'm mad because it works so well and barely anyone talks about it. If you're stuck at a line, go back. Backspace those last two lines and write it from another angle or take it to some other route. You're stuck because you thought up to that exact sentence and nothing after that. Well, delete that sentence, make your brain think because the dead end is gone. It has worked wonders for me for so long it's unreal
I don't remember where I heard this now, but I absorbed the advice, "if you're stuck, count ten sentences back and start again from there". It's not always ten sentences back, for me, but it does force me to look at the last handful of lines I've actually written on a sentence instead of a story level, and that is eminently helpful in unsticking myself most of the time.
I recently resolved a point where I'd been stuck for months not by changing anything in the scene I was currently writing, but by realizing I needed to add another scene before that one to establish key information I couldn't work into the current one
I know I said I was writing some reddie stuff, and different stranger things pairs, but the boys got to me 😭😭😭 Here's some more byler everyone
Also HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! 🌈 I genuinely love you all so much 🫶🫶 Never forget how important you are!!!
Lee: Will
Ler: Mike
TW!: None!
Word Count: 2189
"Mike! Stohohop, I swehear—"
"You swear? That's pretty rude, Will." Mike giggled along with the squirming boy in his hold, slipping his fingers under Will's plaid button-up to scribble directly at his belly. "Your mom must be disappointed."
Will just laughed, tipping his head back against Mike's chest in a way that made his hair stick up, wild and unruly. His hands flew to push Mike away, but it wasn't easy, considering the teen was an almost-six-foot mass of long limbs and curly hair, wrapped around him like a personal suit of armor.
Moments ago, the boys had been cuddling while they watched a movie. Return of the Jedi softly filled the basement, just audible enough to be heard over quiet conversation. It was meant to be a calm night, but the peace between them could only last for so long.
As they drifted from their usual talk, like what schoolwork was due next week, and when they should have another campaign or hangout, Mike and Will found that they didn't have much to say.
Which was fine. It wasn't like they hadn't sat in silence with one another before. There were some days when words didn't feel necessary; it was easy enough to understand each other without having to say anything at all.
Tonight though, Mike was bored, and quiet wasn't helping to keep him occupied.
His fingers traced absentmindedly at Will's waist, pressing soft patterns into skin so still that Mike wondered if he had fallen asleep. Looking for an excuse to move, he leaned to press a kiss to Will's shoulder, only to find that there were goosebumps spread up his neck. Mike hadn't felt Will shiver—was he cold? Before he could wonder much longer, Will shifted, and just as he was about to ask—
"…'T tickles, Mike," the boy murmured, turning his head to meet the dark eyes behind him.
"Hm?" Mike's lips quirked a little. Will looked about ready to doze off, eyes droopy with sleep and comfort, yet his cheeks were flushed a rosy hue.
"Your hand. It tickles."
The taller hummed in response. That explained the goosebumps, at least. "Sorry, I'm kinda fidgety," he whispered, suddenly enamored by the pretty hazel irises gazing back at him. He pecked Will's lips, stilling his hands and instead opting to hold onto his waist. "I can stop if you'd like."
"That's okay. It kinda feels nice."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, like a spider"—Will grinned—"But if you bite me, I'm never speaking to you again."
Mike smiled right back, his fingers resuming their path across the expanse of tummy underneath them. "I thought you didn't like spiders."
"That's besides the pohohoint!" Will gasped, arching away as a finger wiggled at his bellybutton. "Mike, wahait!"
And the rest was history.
"What's wrong? They just wanna play," the raven-haired boy teased, crawling his hands higher up Will's midsection. He dug into his lower ribs, grinning at the squeal that flew from his best friend's mouth.
Mike slipped his hands out of Will's shirt and tapped at his arms, pressed tightly to his sides to prevent further attack. "Do you mind? The spiders need to get back to their home."
Will shook his head ardently. He knew exactly what that meant, and it wasn't good.
"Nohot thehere! Please, I cahahan't!" he pushed at the claws with t-rex hands, feet kicking out in giddy panic.
Mike snorted. "Jeez, you're so ticklish!" He tried to pry an elbow away from Will's side, reaching and wiggling the fingers of his free hand to keep Will giggling. "I haven't even touched you yet!"
"Ahand—hic!—You're not gohonna!" In a sudden rush of motion, Will jumped from Mike's lap and booked it to the stairs. He looked back only to stick his tongue out at his partner, sprinting up to the first floor of the house.
Mike gaped at what just unfolded. That little shit.
He was up a moment later, skipping steps as he hauled butt to catch up to Will. Judging by the distant thud of footsteps, the escapee was making a break for Mike's room.
Oh, he was totally asking for it at this point.
Out of breath from two flights of stairs, Mike latched onto the familiar doorknob to his room, but it didn't budge.
"Will? Did you seriously lock the door?"
"You're not gonna get me!"
"We'll see about that." He reached for the top of his doorframe, feeling along the small space until he found what he was looking for.
He flung the door open a moment later and was met with the sight of a very shocked Will scrambling up from his bed.
"You have a key."
Mike laughed, tossing the shiny object to the floor as he made his way to his boyfriend. "Wouldn't it be a shame if I were locked out?"
Will squeaked, his feet already to the floor as if making to run again, but Mike was ready this time. He grabbed him by the waist, pushing him back up onto the mattress and sitting on his thighs in one quick motion.
Will burst into giggles, pushing at Mike's chest in an attempt to dislodge him, and then at his arms when they reached for his sides. He wouldn't be going down without a fight.
"Wiiill," Mike sang. He caught one of the flying wrists and pinned it under his knee. "Don't make this harder than it has to be!"
Well, crap. The brunette twisted to the side—or about as close as he could with the teen on his legs—and tried bucking him off. It was nearly impossible to fend off the tickly hands when he only had use of one, and Mike wasn't moving an inch.
"This ihisn't fahahair!"
"Yeah? I would argue that locking me out of my own room is unfair, but that might just be me."
Will shook his head, squealing when Mike grabbed hold of his other arm and pinned it as well.
"Nononono wahahait!" He exploded into frantic laughter as his boyfriend resumed that same crawling motion at his now unprotected sides. "Screhehew yohohohou!"
"Wow, Will. I see how it is." Mike scribbled over his bottom-most ribs, laughing as he jumped beneath him. "It's like you want me to get your armpits."
"NOHOHO!" Will snorted, his giggles jumping up a whole octave at the proposition. "I'm sohorry! Mihihike!"
Will's underarms were his worst spot, and ever since Mike found out in first-grade, that knowledge has been put to good use.
Sure, Jonathan would tickle him lots when he was little, and even his mom when he would give a little more attitude than usual, but it was different with Mike.
With him, it was never quick pokes and scribbles like his mom, or the kinds of tickles that made him scream more than anything when roughhousing with his brother. Mike always tickled him with the sole intent of making him smile.
During his darkest moments, when Will felt out of control, scared and wrong, he knew that he could count on his best friend to make him feel better.
And when things felt okay again—maybe not the same, but closer to how life should be—he was the constant support that just made better days worth having.
Will never understood the people who hated being tickled. To him, it felt like comfort and home. It felt like love.
Even as Mike's long fingers met his underarms, drilling into the squishy skin in that silly, awkward motion that just screamed Mike Wheeler, Will felt his heart swell with adoration.
"NAHAHAHAH!—hic!—MIHIIIIKE!"
Mike burst into giggles at the squeals of his boyfriend, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek just as Will threw his head to the side in laughter.
After the first few seconds, Will's squirming slowed, the thrashing replaced by bouncing shoulders and weak, happy laughter. Mike watched in real time as his face flushed a dark strawberry color.
"Wihill? Are you doing alright down there?"
He didn't answer at first, and it took Mike a couple of seconds to realize it was because he was laughing too hard to string any words together. He wordlessly moved to his tummy, scratching and scribbling all over until Will gasped in a breath, peeking through teary eyes to muster up a half-hearted glare.
"Noho thanks to yohohou…"
"What? Are you back to hating spiders?"
"Juhuhust yohou!"
"Um, hello? Is this you asking for round two?" Mike squished Will's sides in warning.
"Wahahait!" Will jumped, kicking his legs out in giggly protest.
"That's not a no."
When he didn't give any real indication that he wanted to stop, Mike went right back to his armpits, and Will was sent cascading back into laughter.
This time, though, Mike was gentler. He carefully tapped his fingers under Will's arms, barely firm enough to even be a real touch at all. He leaned his weight forwards to pin Will a little better when he started squirming again, making sure to keep his balance as his boyfriend tried rolling away once again.
"Ihihit tihiHIHicklES!"
Will was in stitches. Somehow, the light poking was so much worse than what Mike was doing before, forcing choked giggles out before he even had a thought to stop them. The lack of real force felt almost like anticipation, as if Mike would dig in at any moment, and it was driving him crazy.
"Plehehease!"
"Please, what? Isn't this what you wanted?"
Will felt his whole face burn. "Nohohoho!"
"Are you sure?" Mike was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Will didn't say anything. Instead, he squeaked, ducking his face into Mike's blanket. Sure, he didn't hate being tickled. Mike knew it was something he was comfortable with, and that was one of the reasons why he did it so often. Still, even after all of this time, it was embarrassing to admit to something like that. Will supposed that he had conditions to his vulnerability.
Of course, Mike knew all of this. He knew Will got flustered being tickled; he knew it was worse talking about it. More than that, he knew it was all okay anyways. Being with Will allowed Mike to be himself, unafraid of judgement, or of sharing secrets and feelings, and just being him. If Mike made Will feel safe, then Will made Mike brave.
"Friends don't lie, Will."
The brunette gasped in air as Mike stilled his hands. He tried to hide his giddy smile in the sheets beneath him, but wiggling fingers under his chin put an end to that almost immediately.
"AHAH! Whyhyhy?"
"I told you already!" Mike found that spot where Will's neck met his shoulders and pinched gently. "I don't appreciate you lying to me."
The motion made Will squeal once again. He tried to block Mike out by pressing his ear to his shoulder, but that just started the whole new problem of the other side of his neck being exposed. Like clockwork, Mike leaned down to blow a raspberry to the ticklish skin.
Will was definitely going crazy now. He pulled desperately at his trapped hands, trying and failing to pull himself together enough to break free. When Mike squeezed at his hips, Will wondered if he'd actually make it out with his mind still intact.
"I can't believe how cute you are."
Definitely not.
Mike pressed his lips to Will's neck again. Then, to his jaw, and over his cheeks until he was peppering kisses all over the face of his giggling boyfriend. Will leaned his head back, welcoming the affection with a smile. The curly-haired boy rested his hands on Will's chest as he caught his lips in a final kiss.
"Ihi… still think you're evihil." Will panted.
"Mm, I know." Mike drummed his fingers over his collarbones. "You like it though."
There was that strawberry color again. Only this time, if he looked really closely, Will could see that Mike was blushing too.
"Mahaybe I do."
Mike laughed, teeth shining in the white light of his bedside lamp. "Maybe, or you actually do?"
"I do," Will promised. He gave another tug on his arms, and Mike let him go, sitting back over his waist as Will cupped his face.
Will tugged him down for another kiss, the two of them laughing despite themselves at the silliness of the whole night.
"Oh, by the way," the shorter started as they pulled apart. "I'm totally getting you back for that."
"Huh? I thought you said you didn't mind?"
Will snickered. "I don't. But I still want revenge."
Mike was off his lap in an instant, about ready to flee for his life, until Will caught hold of his arm.
"Not now. I wanna cuddle."
Mike looked skeptical, but he relaxed anyways, just as he always did around his best friend. "You're being serious?"
"Yes," Will nodded. "I swear you're safe…for now."
"Wow, how romantic." Mike sighed, settling next to Will and throwing an arm over his side. "I feel so loved."
Will hummed, reaching for a hand and interlocking their fingers. "Good. That means I'm doing something right."
And as long as Mike and Will were together, just as they were destined to be, the universe is undoubtedly right.
Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.
it makes me so sad to see so many creators talking in the tags about how they’re not creating as much because less and less people are interacting. this is proof that interaction is vital. this is proof that a lack of interaction leads to discouraged creators and leads to less creations. liking—and only liking—does not encourage creators.
and that’s because (1) the purpose of this website is to share things that bring us joy and (2) likes don’t share things or ensure something is seen by more people, not like they do on other sites. so, when so many people decide to only like a post and not share it (i.e. not reblog it), that tells the creator that those people didn’t think their hard work was worth sharing with others. that’s discouraging.
and the creator isn’t the only one that gets something out of that. you get something, too. you get the joy of sharing something you like; that’s a meaningful experience for both you and for the creator. and that experience—that interaction—encourages the creator to create more, and so there’s more joy to be had for both you and the creator.
long story short, interaction (i.e., reblogging, which is interaction in its simplest form on this site) brings joy. it’s literally all about the joy, people. the joy in discovering and sharing and appreciating and marveling at creations. so please reblog—for everyone’s sake, including your own.
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A coming of age story about Black kids who finally have power to fight back against systems designed against them.
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