I’ve made the tk audio, but it’s too… cringe I guess? Just don’t make fun of it, and if you feel uncomfortable, just keep scrolling or, ignore it. Anyways, here you go sweety
summary: mike is in a killer lee mood , and will is there to help
mike (he/him) will (he/him)
notes : tickling , tummy kissing
dni: nsfw . im a minor
Michael Wheeler was suffering.
Not in the sense of pain or discomfort, but in the sense of wanting. He wanted something... there was an itch that he needed to be scratched, if you will. A very, very specific itch. The kind that makes you laugh if someone touches you a certain way. Mike wanted that more than anything right now.
He was never very good at expressing his emotions or wants, but when it came to this topic, he would never be able to say anything. No, not Mike Wheeler. Plus, who would he even ask? Nobody would be willing to do that to him, right?
So when he's hanging out with Will Byers on a normal weekend day, he can't help but to provoke a little bit.
It started off with some contemplating. A bit of nervousness would wash over him the moment that Will stepped foot into his room, the two sitting down on his bed each doing their respective activities. Will was drawing, it looked like he was drawing a person. Maybe he was drawing Mike. Mike was reading a comic book. Or, well, he looked like he was reading a comic book. He would flip the pages every few seconds or so but not paying attention to any of them, only to the way that Will's hand glides across his paper, the way his fingers readjust the pencil in his hand. The way he taps his fingers on Mike's bed when he thinks. It makes Mike go crazy, until he forgets to turn the page-
"Mike?
Will waves his hand in front of Mike's face and the boy snaps back into reality, inching away from the hand in front of his face as his fingers flexed. He could feel his face get warm.
"You okay?" Will asked, soft as ever.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Mike answered. A bit too quickly. Will raised an eyebrow in some confusion but nodded and turned back to his paper. Mike leaned against the wall, looking at Will's side. He bit his lip, fingers twitching. Just one movement, and maybe Will would think to get revenge.
Mike propped his knees up, comic book flat on them, and he turned a page before quickly prodding Will in the side. The boy jumped with a gasp, inching away from Mike.
"Hey!" He'd managed with a jumpy giggle. "Don't do that," Will smirked, looking at Mike as he rubbed his side free of phantoms. He turned back to his sketchbook.
That was it? No, "I'm gonna get you for that" or "If you do that again, I'll do it to you", or anything? He was hoping for at least a poke back.
Mike smirked. Looking away, he imagined Will's fingers digging back into his side, then turning it into scribbling and squeezing and eventually it turning into a full-on one-sided fight where Will is on top of Mike wrestling him down and kneading into his ribs and-
Suddenly, a squeal.
Mike covered his mouth as if it would cover up the sound that just came out of him.
Will had been trying to get his attention again and break him from his daydream, and in a failed attempt to do so, resorted to placing a gentle poke to his side.
The two looked at each other, Mike wide eyed with his face as red as a tomato, and Will with his eyebrows raised and a small smirk on his face.
"I'm- sorry, I didn't think you'd have that kind of reaction." Will giggled, bringing his hand up to his mouth. Mike stammered, looking for a response. Something. To make him continue.
"No, it's okay! I- uh... I- I don't mind,"
I don't mind? God, that sounds so weird. Why would he even say that-
"...So, you don't mind if I just-"
Suddenly Mike was giggling. Loud giggles poured from his mouth. He jolted as Will's fingers lay on his side.
"I haven't even moved yet, Mike."
He was laughing for no reason. Just the gentle tapping of Will's fingers, his hands resting on his sides, got him overly giddy. Then Mike was readjusting himself, propped up on his elbows as Will straddled his waist. Mike's heart dropped to his stomach, and he felt the butterflies flutter around as Will's fingers tapped over his sweater once more.
Will grinned softly, slowly pulling up Mike's sweater. He looked almost eager. Like he's wanted to do this for so long. Or at least, something similar. Mike shivered, then slightly jolted when Will's fingers made contact with the soft skin of his stomach to pull up the shirt beneath.
"God, your fingers are so cold-" He lay on his back, covering his face with his hands. He sucked in his stomach with a shiver as Will's hands landed back on his sides, which were now bare. Christ, why did he have to build so much anticipation? Mike waited, biting his lip with a small whine. He groaned softly at Will's small chuckle.
"Hello?!" Mike squeaks, uncovering his face to be met with Will's brown eyes, and the evil grin on his face.
"Sorry, sorry, It's just... I don't really know what you want, you know?"
"Bullshit!" Mike cried through soft giggles. And after a long pause, he whined out, "Just do it already!"
Will smirked, and Mike threw his head back in laughter immediately as Will clawed into his ribs. Scribbling over each individual bone, poking into the divots that separated them, quickly raking his fingers down each ladder. Mike bucked his hips, uncharacteristically high-pitched laughter pouring from his lips. "Wait- wait!" He cried out suddenly, going to grab at Will's wrists, and Will paused.
"Yes?" He asked, waiting for a response. His fingers rest on Mike's ribcage. Mike stammered, groaning before muttering out, "N-Nothing,"
"What were you gonna say?" Will leaned in, tilting his head a little bit. Beckoning. Mike groaned. "Nothing! K-Keep going, please?" He asked, his face bright red as he hid behind his hands again. The second squeal of the day escaped his lips as Will's fingers now attacked his tummy. Gently scribbling over the bare skin and especially attacking the spot on either side of his stomach where it met his sides. It killed Mike Wheeler.
Will was having the time of his life. He dared to imagine he was having even more fun than Mike now, as his fingers wiggled and scribbled over his exposed stomach and sides. Seeing the love of his life with that giant smile on his face, hearing that laughter that he barely gets to hear anymore... it's bliss, and Will adores every second of it.
He smirks down at Mike, who's thrashing and bucking, but not actually trying to get away. If anything, he's leaning into the touch. And if there's anything Will wants to do before this comes to an end, then he would like to do it now.
"Hey, Mike, want some fruit?"
The rhetorical question was enough to make Mike's eyes go wide in his mirth as Will took in a big breath and leaned down. Mike squeaked and threw his head back as Will planted a giant raspberry on his stomach.
"SHUT UP!" Mike cried through laughter, shaking his head.
"We know you don't actually want that," Will hummed softly. A little bit uncharacteristic for him to be so teasy. But when it came to Mike Wheeler, he would do anything. Even if that meant wrecking him silly.
Will took in some more air and blew another raspberry, directly on Mike's bellybutton.
snrk!
"Oh my god, did you just snort?" Will smirked, merely lifting his head from Mike's stomach as he wiggled his fingers over the boy's sides.
"No!"
"Friends don't lie, Mike,"
Suddenly, Will's fingers slowed to a stop, resting on Mike's sides. Unfortunately, this was almost worse, as Mike kept jerking and squirming. Waiting for him to continue.
"W-Why'd you stop?"
Mike's tone made Will melt. He wanted to crumble and just wreck him, but he couldn't let Mike get away with snarky comments now. Especially not lies. Not when he's in this position.
"Did you snort?" Will asked.
Mike scoffed through small giggles. "Fine! Yes- I did, can you please-"
"Okay, okay, jeez. You're such a baby." Will chuckled softly, and slowly grabbed Mike's wrists in one hand and pulls both his arms above his head. Mike's eyes go wide once more as this occurs, shaking his head softly. "No, no, no, Will, please- that's so bad!" He whined.
"Should've thought about that before you lied to me, huh?"
"I didn't lie!"
"Yes, you did, you told me you didn't snort when you obviously did," Will teased.
"That's not fair- NO!"
Mike shrieked as Will's fingers dove into his armpits, and he clamped his arms down in cackles. He squirmed desperately despite the fact that, now that Will's fingers were trapped beneath his arms, nothing was happening.
"Mike," Will hummed in a low, sing-song tone. "I'm not doing anything yet. And you kinda trapped my hands," He smirked wide.
"Wihill please, it's so bad," Mike whined.
"Dude, shut up, stop begging," Will giggled out, wiggling his fingers from under Mike's arms earning a shrill squeak. "Let me have my hands back."
Mike slowly raised his arms back above his head, flinching a few times before his arms fully went up. Will couldn't help but giggle each time he jumped, and now that his hands were free, he simply wiggled his fingers in his direction. Mike wrapped his arms around himself, a wide goofy smile on his face. "Stop it-"
"Oh, okay." Will said, his hands now in his lap.
"That's not what I meant!" Mike whined.
"What'd you mean, then?" Will asked.
God, Mike loved hated this. He hated how good Will was at teasing, especially alongside the fact that Will knew exactly what he wanted. He was just acting oblivious.
"You're so mean-"
"Oh, I'm mean? Okay, let's see how you like this-"
Mike erupted once more into chaotic laughter as Will's fingers found their way to his hips. They drilled circles into the skin, and Mike couldn't help but buck and grab Will's wrist as he squirmed desperately. "WILL!"
Will ignored him, smiling softly down at the boy beneath him. God, he was beautiful. A beautiful, beautiful boy. He grinned, and now reached behind him and squeezed gently down his thighs. Mike giggled softly, covering his face with his hands again.
His legs kicked out as Will's fingers squeezed his kneecaps, and he let out another shriek when Will's fingers wiggled behind his knees.
"OKAY- OKAY! WILL!"
Mike whined out, tapping the bed three fast times. Will smiled softly, and his fingers slowed to a stop behind Mike's knees. He looked at what he caused.
Never did he think he'd get a chance to be straddling Mike Wheeler, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead, face red and wet from tears of mirth, and a big, wide smile plastered on his face. But he would cherish every moment of it.
"Can I do one more thing?" Will asked.
Mike whined softly, hiding behind his hands. He nodded.
Will smiled softly, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss to Mike's stomach. Then peppering kisses, all around, leaving Mike in giggly squeaks and giggles. Then to end it off, one last raspberry to the center of his stomach. Mike cursed as Will additionally shook his head to add to the sensations.
"Okay- okay!" Mike giggled, pushing at Will's head once the raspberry became too long for his liking. If even possible.
Will smiled, his chin laying on Mike's stomach. "That... was fun," Mike shyly admitted, looking off to the wall. "Really?"
"...Yeah. You're good at that,"
"At what? What do you mean?"
"...Shut up." Mike scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Will grinned widely, laying down on the bed besides Mike. They lay in silence for a moment, before Mike speaks up.
"I'm gonna get you back for that."
"Wh- You asked for it!"
"Yeah, I know... thanks, by the way,"
Will pulled Mike's shirt and sweater back down and picks up his sketchbook. The page has been opened to an unfinished drawing of Mike, waiting to be finished.
Mike yawned, turning on his side, facing Will. His forehead rested on his shoulder, and he almost immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Will looked over, smiling softly down at him, and started drawing.
The unfinished drawing could wait. For now, Will started a separate drawing of Mike, wearing that smile he loved to see.
I've been getting lots of requests recently, so I figured I'd make a post to let everyone know what's going to be going on in the future!
1.) I've mentioned this before, but I am in school, so I don't have a lot of free time, and often take a while to write. Because of this, I've made a little challenge for myself to write at least one fic every month! There may be more, but for my own sanity, I won't stress too hard about that.
2.) That being said, feel free to send in any ideas or requests you may have! My main interest is definitely Stranger Things at the moment, so apologies to anyone who knew me on my previous blog- If you send in requests for other fandoms, I may still do them, but expect it to take a while longer, as it isn't a main focus to me right now :)
3.) I've got lots of ideas for fics, so here is a list of the ones I'm planning right now. The order that I make them isn't set, but here's what to expect from me pretty soon:
Lee Will byler fic! I'm between a miwi idea or a different one 🙂
A requested lee Jonathan fic! That's right, I will in fact be feeding the masses who are starving for for content of our favorite older brother!!!
Yet another requested lee Dustin fic! Ler Steve is on the sceneee
Lee Will ler Jonathan fic! I love these too so much 🫶🫶
Potentially Stranger Things tickle hcs? I haven't seen a lot of those around, and I've got lots to work with
Animaniacs tickle hcs! I've had this request for a while (sorry for it taking such a long time :/) but I've been thinking aout rewatching the show lately, so that might happen in the future!
Mayybe lee Mike bravebyers fic? I've got a cute idea, and I know there's hardly anything for cleradin in the community
Hey silly guys hey uhm what's kicking? Ya'll like Eddie Munson? I sure do! And because I HATE myself, I'm totally imagining Eddie singing a little horror tune as you are trying to hide from him during T-word hide and seek.
Like hide and seek with HIM of all people is stressful enough WITHOUT hearing "One... two... Eddie's comin' for you..." being sang in the background! 😭🙏🏽
