#lee! will

Was thinking a Byler one (taking place sometime in season 4 maybe since that’s were you really see that Will has a crush on Mike so it would be really cute swing Mike tickle Will and Will is so flustered. Was thinking maybe one where he sees something is bothering Will and he tries to tickle Will to make him feel better (extra credit if Mike accidentally gets his worst spot and just wrecks him there lol).

If you can’t or don’t want to I totally understand!!! Either way thank you ❤️

Okay, so first off, thank you anon, and like, I’m super super sorry for putting this off for so long. I don’t have an excuse other then the fact I just haven’t been motivated to write, but I’m back now, and I’m gonna make the best fic ever!

The World Turned Upside Down

Pairings: Byler.

Warning: Tickle fic, sad Will, oblivious asf Mike.

A small grunt parted from Will’s lips as he dug the blisteringly hot shovel, into the cracking, dusty ground. Scooping pile and pile of..sand or soil, or whatever this abandoned car dump was made of, Will didn’t care, he didn’t have time to notice small things right now. There was only one thing he still had on his mind amidst all the chaos, and his name was Mike Wheeler. He pulled his shovel from the ground, his hands dampened by sweat as he leaned gently on his tool, gazing longingly at his crush. Mike Wheeler was also tugging at the tough ground, pulling heaps of rubble and dirt up. His fluffy, black hair sticking to the sides of his face, as he persisted in digging out the large grave for ‘Unknown Hero Agent Man’, as Argyle put it. Slowly, with squinting eyes, he looked up at Will Byers, who gulped and met his gaze.

‘It’s just, if that agent had just lived for one more second, one more second, then we could be on our way to El right now! We may have even got to her!’ Mike ranted his heart out on top of the wrecked car. He looked over at Will, sitting next to him, who had his chin in his palms and his elbows on his knees.

‘Yeah, I wanna find her too..’ he responded dryly, half listening to the conversation. It was always El. Always El, and never, ever him. Mike never wanted to do anything with him, he never called, he never played dnd, he didn’t even send a letter to him.

Mike looked over to his slightly absent friend, his eyes glazed over in his own thoughts. Mike could’ve gotten mad. He really could’ve. He could’ve gotten mad like he did in Rink-o-mania, he could’ve gotten mad like he did outside Will’s house in the rain, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to hurt Will, not when he was clearly hurting. God, he was so blind not to see it before.

‘You okay?’ Mike asked half heartedly, scooting closer to his friend.

‘H-huh? Yeah, I’m f-fine.’ Will stammered out, mentally kicking himself for the stutter. God, he’s gonna push further.

‘Well, that’s odd ‘cause you really don’t look it.’ Mike teased at his friend, concern filling his voice.

‘I-‘ Will huffed ‘I’m fine, Mike, I just..wanted to finally spend some time with you, and now El’s in danger, we’re in danger, everyone in Hawkins is in danger, and I just, I didn’t know, I missed you and our party.’ Will vented out unexpectedly, clenching his eyes shut as he wondered why he let his guts spill like that.

‘I missed you too, bud. I feel like if I wanted to be facing the end of the world with someone, I’d want it to be you!’ Mike smiles obliviously at his friend. It was true, he missed their DnD games, he missed talking to Will, he missed the antics the party used to get into. Hawkins was so different without Will, he was just so special to Mike. He had occasionally questioned, intrusive thoughts of course, if Mike’s feelings were more then friendship, but there was no way. What he felt for Will was totally different then what he felt for Eleven.

Mike grinned as an idea popped into his head, something he effortlessly used to cheer up Will in their childhood. He grinned and slid right next to to his friend.

‘Wanna know what I else I missed?’ He asked with an innocent tone, tapping his fingers impatiently in his lap.

‘What?’ Will asked, curiously.

‘This!’ Mike exclaimed bluntly, digging his fingers into Will’s belly, clawing his nails into them.

Byers immediately broke out into laughter, and frantically kicked his legs in the air.

‘Wait, wait, wiahahhahahat, Mihahahhahahahagakr!’ He wailed out, leaning backwards to try and avoid Mike’s dexterous fingers.

‘Hm, what is it, Will?’ Mike smiled innocently at his tortured friend, moving his hands to prod and pinch at his sides.

‘I-eep- it tihahah-eep-ckles!’ He blushed, getting flustered by Mike’s tease and his own loud, high pitched squeaking.

‘Aw, I didn’t notice, oh well!’ Mike gleefully said, trailing his fingernails down to Will’s hips, before drilling his fingers into them.

‘Gahahahahahad, gahaAHAHAHd, Mihahahahahahke!’ Will screamed, thrashing from to side to escape the vibrating, tickly feeling.

‘That’s my name, don’t wear it out.’ Mike teased at his helpless friend, before fluttering his fingertips write onto his neck.

‘Ehehehehehehehehe, nahahahahaha stahahahahp!’ Will pleaded, his head squirming around desperately to get away from Mike’s tormenting fingers.

‘Fine,’ Mike said, exaggeratedly, removing his fingers from Will and looking down at him. His soft, blushing cheeks and his gleeful filled eyes while he slowly caught his breath was slightly enamouring. Mike hadn’t a clue why, maybe he liked seeing his friend happy.

‘You’re a dick.’ Will said, bluntly, still giggling.

‘Aw, come on, don’t act like you didn’t miss that?’ Mike grinned at his friend.

‘What? N-no, I didn’t!’ Will deceived straight through his teeth, looking nervously to the side.

‘Seriously, Will, you used to say you enjoyed it when you were a kid.’

‘Yeah, and when I was a kid, I still played with action figures and that.’ Will huffed, crossing his arms lightly.

‘Maybe,’ Mike said, not believing a word ‘still, you still do some of the stuff you did when you were a kid, like drawing.’ Mike explained.

‘I guess..’ Will blushed out slightly.

‘Hey, Will, from now on, no more fights, no more secrets, no more hiding sadness away, all right?’ Mike asked, looking Will in the eye.

‘Yeah,’ Will lied. ‘Yeah, I can do that.’

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Can You do Like Season 2 Jonathan and will, and Will is upset Because he is scared the monsters will get him so Jonathan says ''The Monsters will get you, The Tickle Monster Will Get you!'' And Jonathan cheers Him Up.

You don't have to do it, it was just an idea i had and i really love your Fics so I thought you would like it <3

OMG YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES THIS IS ADORABLE!!!!!! btw I also love ur hc's I havnt completely looked over them cuz i am curently sick but yes please have this

"The tickle monster will get you!!!"

set in season two

pairings: will byers and Jonathan byers. (obviously platonic but i need to put that here because this is the internet🙄)

Lee!: Will byers

Ler!: Jonathan byers

warnings: fear, tickles and yeah!

this is a tickle fic dont like dont interact is simple as that

The end of the day was approaching and so was will's fears. Everything that happened was terrifying. Although his physical pain ended... the memories haunt him every day, he will never be able to forget that. who would anyway?

One night bothered him more and he didnt understand why, it just did.

Jonathan had noticed he was more nervous than usual moving to knock on will's door. "hey bud can i come i-" the door swung open and jonathan now had a will completely attached to him. "woah woah woah! hey whats wrong bud?" he questions concern in his voice, while somehow picking will up and moving to the bed.

"I feel like the monsters are still here...... i'm scared i dont want them to get me" will anxiously exclaimed.

jonathan let out a large sigh hiding a smirk while looking down "buddy... your right... a monster is out to get you.." he sang spookily causing will to tense up out of fear "b-but-"

"THE TICKLE MONSTER WILL GET YOU!!!''

"MUHAHAHAHAHA"

will only thought of one option... that was to run..... he ran though that was a fate full mistake

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.

Day 5: Punishment

Characters: Lee Will, Ler Lucas

Warnings: Shouting, tickle fic,

A cacophony of passionate sound was cutting through the air over the dnd table, Dustin’s hands banging against the table, well more accurately his finger, as Mike held out his hands in front of him, gesturing to various pieces and notes which laid scattered around. Lucas and Will were at the other side, with Will anxiously fiddling with the dice between his hands. It’s not that the boy couldn’t handle the shouting, no, no, he didn’t mind that, he’d been friends with these nerds for years, Will was used to the shouting. It was only bad when he was trying to think, and he’s half heartedly make a random choice at that point.

Lucas brought his legs onto his chair, curling his knees to his chest with his arms in front of his arms pressed together. ‘Okay, listen, listen, shut up!’ He ordered, waving his arms towards the other two bickering before turning his attention back to Will. ‘Okay, we don’t know much about it, so attacking the creature would be the best way to learn of it, right?’ To which Will tilted his head, definitely confused at the leaps in logic to head immediately to violence. He closed his eyes, attempting to tune them all out but it really didn’t work. He opened them again, taking in a deep breath and glancing around the room before raising his hand with the dice held firm in it..before slowly bringing his hand back down on to the table and placing the dice on it.

‘I choose to the run,’ he stated, placing his elbows on the table, holding his hands together with his fingers interlocked. Mike and Dustin had a delayed reaction, blinking slowly for a few seconds, while Lucas calmly turned towards Will. ‘Hey, Byers, you have five seconds,’ he stated shakily, spinning his chair to face the basement door. The message instantly clicked in Will’s head, he pressed his hands at the side of the table and pushed away, scrambling to get up, knocking his own dice onto the floor as he ran and ran towards the door. His socks pounded against the stairs while he took in short, panicked breath.

‘Think I should be nice to him?’ Lucas tilted his head back to Dustin, tapping his fingertips mischievously as his chair. ‘Absolutely not,’ he responded, with a smirk, which caused Lucas to dart out his chair after Will. His hands pressed against the sides of the stair case as he pushed himself upwards, chasing after the youngest Byers sibling through the mostly empty house.

‘You can’t run from me, Will!’ He called out, as he caught just a glimpse of Will’s figure sprinting through the door. ‘Ah, you dick, that wasn’t five seconds!’ Will screeched in a panicked tone, sliding against the floors as his mind raced and raced in circles. Lucas’ eyes were shining with determination, he wanted to catch up to this boy if it was the last thing he ever did. Lucas was a natural athlete compared to Will and began quickly catching up with him, much to Will’s dismay. When Will was just out of his reach, Lucas made sure to lean back and plunge towards the artist, tackling him onto the ground.

Will pressed his palms into the hard, wooden floor, getting specks of dust and dirt on his fingers to try and push himself up, before feeling a weight pressing against his thighs. Lucas was sitting cross legged on the boy’s lower body, his own legs wrapped around him as he tapped his fingers against Will’s back to build anticipation. Will whined and and buried his forehead into his wrists, his waist shifting from side to side, just begging for the tickles already.

‘Lucas!’ He pleaded, the two didn’t need more words to understand what he meant. ‘Oh no, Byers, you brought this on yourself, I think you need to learn to listen to your party more, don’t ya think?’ The ranger smirked, stroking his fingers up and down Will’s sides, sliding his shirt up more and more until his torso was bared from the chest down. ‘Yohahahahu meahahahahn lihahahahahsten to yohahahahahu, rihahahaght?’ Being more and more exposed just made the youngest Byers want the attention more and more, but Lucas intended on making him wait just a little bit longer. ‘Obviously!’ He exclaimed, pressing his thumbs deep into Will’s hips and swiftly wiggling them around against his sensitive skin.

The sudden switching of spots lead Will to squealing loudly, swinging his small hips from side to side as he uselessly pushed against the floor, his nails scraping against it desperately. ‘Gahahahahahd, Luhahahahcas, gehahahahshahaht it ahahahahahahahver wihahahahahahahth!’ He shrieked, openly begging for the tickles without Lucas having to prompt him towards them, causing a gentle red blush to spread over his cheeks. ‘Get what over with?’ Lucas asked in a clueless tone, slowly pulling his hands away. Will giggled from the phantom tickles and shook them away, before tilting his head to Lucas, confused. ‘You heard me, what do you want me to do?’ Lucas rolled off the boy’s legs, completely freeing him, but he knew Will didn’t want to run at this point. He caught a slow mumble into the floor and crawled over to Will’s head. ‘What was that?’ He prompted, getting close to him, causing Will to bite at his tongue before blurting out ‘tickle me!’ He flinched slightly at his own words, feeling his face turn a deep red as he stared at Lucas.

A small part of Lucas wanted to keep teasing the boy, but he just didn’t have the heart to. He opened his arms, inviting Will closer to him, ‘oh, tickling? You want me to tickle your adorable little ticklish self?’ Okay, maybe he wasn’t all done with the teasing, but he didn’t want to be that mean with it. ‘S-stop saying that..’ he whined, but still inched closer towards the party’s ranger, curling up as Lucas held him close, tracing some fingers slowly up his back. Will’s breathing hitched slightly at the feeling of Lucas’ cold fingers, the wizard bit down into his lip to stop any giggles from escaping.

‘Aw, come on Will, let all these giggles pour out!’ Lucan encouraged, slowly walking his fingers up and up Will’s back until Will realised what was happening. Lucas was going for his death spot. The artist through for a moment, before realising their was no way out of this for him, Lucas’ fingers were so close and he quickly stated ‘be gentle!’ Lucas’ nails slowly inched at the bottom of Will’s neck, causing it to scrunch up already as he awkwardly shifted in the boy’s lap. ‘Eheheheheehhe, kihihihihihihihi!’

‘If you insist,’ Lucas obeyed, making sure to only gentle grace his fingers around the length of Will’s neck as the artist eventually tilted his chin up, giving Lucas’s soft fingers complete free reign over his neck. ‘Aw, how nice of you,’ Lucas whispered, scratching slowly and softly at the nape of his neck, causing Will to absolutely melt into a laughing fit.

‘A-abahahahaAHAHAHAHAhahahah, Luhahaahahahahacas!’ He attempted to pull his chin back down, but couldn’t. Lucas was using his other hand to keep his head pressed upwards, aimlessly looking at the ceiling as the ranger quickly used the opportunity to skitter his fingers all over Will’s exposed neck.

‘HAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA, NAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!’ The boy helplessly kicked his legs and pushed against Lucas’ chest, breaking away from him as he laid on the floor. Will took in slow deep breathes as Sinclair offered him a pat on the back, before standing up and beginning to walk aqua.

‘We’ll be waiting for you down there!’

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Also this is like my second ever post, so it won’t be that good.

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Will byers

Lee:

Okay first, his neck is really ticklish, like his worst spot.

He’ll start giggle really high pitched, squeal, scrunch his neck, bat the other persons hands away.

His sides are also a bad spot, he’ll squirm from side to side if they’re tickled. He also snorts, which a lot of people find adorable, and is often used to tease him.

His shoulders are also really bad, nearly as much as his neck.

Teases that get him are:

‘Aww, your laughter is sooo adorable!’

‘Come on, don’t hide your face.’

‘Will, seriously, I know you like this so stop squirming.’

The lers that get him are: Mike, Eleven, Dustin, Lucas, Jonathon, Joyce, Bob (when he was alive), and sometimes Argyle and Max.

Ler:

He’s more of a childish tickler.

He lost a lot of his childhood in the Upside Down, so he acts a lot more playful with tickling.

He’ll probably tickle someone if they’re not giving him attention.

His ticklish style consists of scribbling in random spots, and blowing raspberries.

The lees he gets are: Mike, Dustin, Eleven, Joyce, sometimes Lucas and Max.