I’m going to be doing one Headcanon post and one tk fic a day, from now on.
I saw someone requested Byler headcanons, so I’ll just be doing Mike in general.
Mike Wheeler tickle headcanons
Lee:
•Absolute baby man.
•Would constantly deny being ticklish.
•His worst spot is definitely his feet with his belly bring his 2nd.
•Used to HATE tickling, but has grown to like it through his friends.
•He’s more of a stubborn lee then a bratty lee, like if someone’s ticking him to change his mind on something, he isn’t changing his mind any time soon.
•Maybe because he doesn’t want them to stop idk
•Very weak to raspberries; he legit screams if he gets one.
•Also his laughter, just omg. It is so loud, but so contagious and adorable.
•He definitely giggles when his belly buttons tickled.
•His favourite tickles are reward tickles, especially from El/Will.
•Hates being tickled in public.
•Hard tickles work better then soft tickles.
•Would never ask for tickles.
•Teases that get him our
‘Come on, it’s clear that you wanted this!’
‘Mike, if you want me to tickle you, you have to ask first.’
‘Aww, you have a giggle button, that’s adorable!’
And if he’s being tickled, and he says ‘stop’ and then the ler actually stops. Like, what? How dare they, now he has to ask for them to keep tickling him.
Lers that get him out: Nancy, Will, El, Dustin, Lucas, Eddie, sometimes Max.
Byler tk scenario. Sometime between season 2 and 3.
Mike and Will were forced to hold a one of one DnD session, with Lucas being with Max and Dustin being with Steve. Mike had clearly put a lot of work into it, so Will couldn’t let it go to waste.
‘Will, Lieutenant Kas approaches you, and wails ‘This is for my leader!’ before sprinting towards you with his sword readied.’
‘Uh-uh, fireball! Will yells, messily throwing his dice.
The dice roll landed…off the table.
‘Shit, where’d it go?’ Exclaimed Mike, getting up out of his chair.
‘I’ll check under here.’ Will informed him, crouching under the table.
Mike scoured around the room, searching for his precious dice, until he looked behind the dryer of his basement.
‘Oh, it’s here, I’ll get it!’ Mike told the other, getting on the floor on his stomach and sliding between the thin space of the wall.
Will was nervous, really nervous about the campaign, all his work over the hours could be for nothing if this dice roll isn’t right, and seeing how much effort Mike out in, he couldn’t allow that, could he?
He sat next to the dryer, looking at his friend, before sliding a finger gently over his white sock.
‘Eep!’ Mike squeaked out, stretching his arms against the floor to try and reach the stupid dice.
‘What was that, Mike?’ Will beamed innocently.
‘N-nothing.’ Mike said, a bit too quickly.
‘Okay, I’ll just find out!’ Will smiled happily, before skittering all ten of his fingers along Mike’s soles.
Mike screamed with laughter from under the dryer, trying to kick his legs to the best of his ability as he fumbled with his hands to try and push himself away from the tickles.
‘W-WIHAHAHAHHAHALL, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!’ Mike begged.
‘Hm, I don’t know, did I roll a 20?’ Will teased, smiling at his plan.
Mike looked at his dice. A 6, but no time for that now.
He fumbled with his squirming his hands to flip the dice over and finally
‘YEHAHAHAAHS, ITHAHAHS AHAHAHAHAHAHA 20!’
Almost immediately, Will removed his fingers and grabbed Mike by the ankles, pulling him free from the prison.
‘You’re a dick.’ Mike giggled.
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Milelven tk scenario.
Sometime between Season 1 and 2.
•Mike couldn’t be happier. Will was finally saved, he had grown to like Max as a member of the group, the gate was closed, and most importantly, Eleven had returned.
•They wanted to make up for all the time they lost, both desperate to see each other and talk about what they had done while they were away.
•‘And so, Mr. Clarke was in the middle of teaching, when Ryan burst through, like half an hour late, and his nose was just covered in blood…’ Mike babbled on.
•El zoned him out, finding comfort in the white noise of his voice. She was admittedly curious about something. After discovering ticklish through the TV 134 days ago, she was curious about Mike.
•However, going about asking wasn’t enough. She needed to test the theory.
•Slowly lifting her hand, she placed it against Mike’s thin T-shirt and began prodding her fingers at his belly.
•‘And then he went to the frog containers, and- dah, ahahahahahaha, E-El, wiahahahahahaht!’ Taken by surprise, Mike squirmed around against Eleven’s messy prods at his belly, sometimes poking at his belly button, causing him to squeal and squeak.
‘You are ticklish, Mike.’ Eleven states.
‘Yeahahahahah, nahahaahahaha shihahahahahat!’
Eleven excitedly moved her hands up to his sides, striking her fingertips up and down them.
‘Ee-eeep!’ Mike squealed, wiggling from side to side. ‘Ohahahahahakay, you can stahahahahahp now!’ He pleaded, kicking his legs in the air.
Eleven removed her hands from him, and placed them on her lap.
‘That was cute.’ Eleven beamed.
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Ler Mike:
•He’s really new to being a ler.
•Like, he was always the victim in his family due to Nancy always tickling him.
•He finds it hard to tease people, cause he flusters himself with his own teases.
•Definitely more of a rough ler.
•But after tickling, he’s definitely like really caring and making sure the lee is okay.
•Uses only tickles people for revenge.
•But sometimes he’ll give cheer up tickles.
•The teases he can use is
‘Your laughter is just so adorable!’
‘Come on, don’t hide your face!’
‘Okay, let’s count your ribs.. one, two, stop squirming, you’re making me lose my count!’
•His tickling style is just clawing his fingers around slowly at one spot and slowly changing areas.
•Sometimes holds down lees if they’re okay with it.
•Defo gives cuddle tickles.
•And here’s some Byler tickle scenarios.
•It takes place after vol.2, with them riding back to their home. Eleven is sleeping on the far right window seat, with Mike next to her and Will next to him. Jonathon and Argyle are talking in the front.
•Will decided to break the silence. ‘D-did you mean everything you said to El back there?’ He asks, biting at his cheek and gripping onto his knee.
•’Huh? Oh, of course! Why wouldn’t I?’ Mike inquires.
•Will looks down, sniffling slightly.
‘Even the part where you said your life began the day you met her?’
•Mike looks at him in confusion, and then his stomach drops. The day Will went missing.
‘Oh, no, no, no.’ Mike repeats, as Will quietly sobs into his hand. Mike pulls Will from his seat so his head is laying against the others chest.
•’I didn’t realise..Will, you matter so, so much to me. I don’t know what I’d go if I lost you. Hawkins has never been the same without you, and I think I know why.’ Mike monologues, looking directly into Will’s teared filled eyes.
‘W-what?’ Will chokes out.
‘You’re the heart, not me. The heart would of never, ever forgotten his friend. You hold our group together, Will. I missed you.’ He gently placed his hands on Will’s shoulders.
‘T-thanks Mike, I really needed that..’ he giggles silently, hiding his face against the others chest.
‘What are you giggling about, huh?’ Teases Mike, catching onto the situation and slowly circling a finger against the back of Will’s neck.
‘Eep! M-mike, yoheheheu kneheheowheh whehehat you’re doehehehinh!’ Will whines, squirming around in his seat.
‘Oh, I think I don’t, can you tell me?’ Mike begins clawing five fingers against the back of his neck.
‘Nahahahahah, Mihahahahahake, dohahahahahahn’t!’ Will wails, jumping around in his seat.
‘Don’t what, Will?’ Mike grins.
‘Tihahahahahckle me!’ Will screams.
‘Tickle you? Okay!’ Mike says happily, switching to pinching at his ribs, earning some high pitched squeaks.
‘Eek, nahahah, whahahahahy?’ Will exclaims, gripping onto Mike’s shirt.
•After a while, Mike would stop.
‘I can’t believe Will the Wise would fall for the ‘tickle me’ trick!’ Mike giggles, still poking at Will’s side.
‘Oh, shheheut up! Will giggles, hitting his shoulder, before looking forward. ‘Mike, you may not be the heart of the party, but you’re the heart to me.’ Will smiles, blushing slightly while hiding his sweaty palms behind his back, anxiously waiting a response.
‘Thanks Will, I think you’re kinda my heart too!’ Mike beams obliviously.
Now for Milelven.
This is gonna take place sometime between season 2 and 3 when these two were madly in love.
Eleven and Mike are sitting on El’s bed, and Elvlaying on her back and her belly on Mike’s lap. El had only recently discovered tickling and was still trying to figure out everything about it. One thing she knew was that she liked it.
‘H-hey Mike..’ she whispered out quietly, instantly regretting trying to start the conversation.
‘Yeah, what is it, El?’ Mike said, his gaze averting to Eleven’s eyes.
El felt a blushing creeping into her cheeks. What was wrong with this? She know she enjoyed tickling and Mike was more then happy to, so why couldn’t she ask?
‘C-could you..?’ El asked, wiggling her fingers in the air before turning away from him, her cheeks caked in a crimson red.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.’ Mike grinned.
El whined at her boyfriend. ‘You know what I mean!’
‘If you want something, you have to ask, cause right now I’m clueless.’ Mike explained, trying to sound calm.
El looked at the first pristine white blanket next to her.
‘T-tickles…’ she muttered, feeling her face heat up more.
‘Oh, tickles! Why don’t you say so, I’ve been happy to tickle your ticklish self!’ Mike teased, gently glazing his fingertips over her belly, causing her to twist around and giggle.
El was going crazy over the teases, hiding her face in the blanket and desperately trying to stay in place.
‘Aww, El, don’t hide your cute face!’ Mike teases, squeezing at her sides.
Eleven erupted into laughter, rolling on the bed and kicking her legs rapidly.
‘Stahahahahahahahaahahahp!’ She begged, looking up at Mike.
Wheeler immediately removed his hands, and patted at El’s forehead.
‘You okay?’ He asked, a look of concern in his eyes.
‘Y-yes, I’m fine, it was just…a lot of tickle.’ She said, avoiding his gaze and blushing more.
‘Well, I think you handled it well!’ He said, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her waist.
‘T-thanks, Mike.’ El said, closing her eyes; holding their foreheads together.
And that’s it for this post. Be sure to like if you enjoyed, and I am open to any requests you may have, I love inspiration! I’ll be posting a tk fic later tonight, I don’t know whose in it yet. Maybe just Steddie again.
(Also I know my dnd section isn’t accurate, I do play DND I just can’t be bothered to make it accurate, and others may not know how to play.)