I havn't given anyone any food lately and I saw a tiktok yesterday that inspired me, so here you go.
I wanted to write a story, but I'm â¨ď¸lazyâ¨ď¸. In this, it's mostly Jon trying to show her a way of stretching (when they got a lot more comfortable with eachothers where she'd actually let him hold her) and ofcourse, it was just a trick to hold her arms above her hand while tickling her armpits with the other.
Other idea would've been that he sneaked up behind her, either she was focused on something else or having one of those moments where she felt down, so it could've been to cheer her up. He caught her, started rough housing a bit and managed to trap her arms like that, and now he's being a pest.
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It had been a couple months since Will had returned from the upside down. It hadnât been easy on any of them, but it was certainly the hardest on Will.
Will had always been a very observant kid and he could feel how people were treating him; weak, fragile, and incapable.
One evening, the youngest Byers was presumably hiding away in his room.
Normally, the younger would be sitting at the kitchen table, doodling away without a care in the world, enjoying the presence of either Jonathan or Joyce.
Jonathan knew more than anyone that sometimes, people just needed some alone time. But this had been going on for days, and he was starting to worry.
Walking down the hall with the intention of returning to his own quarters, he eyed the open door to Willâs room. With a sigh, he started walking towards the entrance.
He poked his head in and knocked to make his presence known, spotting his little brother situated on his bed, sketching away in his sketchbook with a pensive expression.
âHey, buddy. Whatcha drawing?â Asked the elder, casually plopping down across from Will.
The youngerâs gaze flickered up to meet Jonathanâs before returning to his artwork. âHalloween stuff.â He responded blankly, keeping his head down.
This only fueled the older brotherâs concern.
âWill, are you okay? You know you can talk to me about anythingâŚâ Speaking in a gentle manner, he placed a tender hand on Willâs shoulder, looking at him with utmost care.
Suddenly, Will threw Jonathanâs hand away and tossed his drawings to the floor, eyes full of frustration.
âJust stop, okay?! Iâm not a baby and I donât need everyone treating me like one!â The kid snapped, taking the older by surprise.
Will had never lashed out on him like this. If he wasnât worried before, he definitely was now.
âWhat are you talking about? Will, I treat you like this because youâre my little brother and I care about you.â He tried to reason, seeing the defensiveness in Willâs eyes.
âYeah, well Iâm not fragile and I donât need you to treat me like I am!â
Seeing that his efforts werenât getting through, Jonathan decided to try something else.
If Will wanted to stop being treated like he was fragile, then Jonathan would do just that.
âYou know what? Fine. You asked for it!â
Before the youngest Byers could ask any questions, his older brother pulled him into a bear hug, growling like a vicious monster.
âGotcha! Prepare to be the tickle monsterâs dinner!â
Jonathanâs nimble fingers began to dance and wriggle all over his brotherâs torso, attacking each spot with skill and precision.
âEek! Jonathahahahan! T-That tickles!â Will squealed, squirming and wriggling in the olderâs grasp, though he was unable to evade the tickles.
Jonathan smiled at the sound of his brotherâs genuine laughter, a sound that had become quite rare as of late. Of course, nobody could blame the kid for acting the way he had been. Heâd been through hell and back and was still struggling to get back to normal, every shadow drowning him in fear and anxiety.
Will needed this, and Jonathan was more than happy to give it to him.
âThatâs the idea, smarty-pants. Now letâs see if Will the Wise can handle⌠this!â
The photographer rolled over and pinned Will to the bed, forcing his arms above his head and holding them down before teasingly hovering his fingers over one of the exposed armpits.
The kidâs eyes widened and he started to thrash, tugging at his arms to no avail.
âNooo, dohohonât!!â He protested, eyeing the wiggling fingers that were getting too close for comfort.
With a devilish grin, Jonathan let his digits dig into the sensitive hollows, earning a high pitched shriek from his little brother.
âNOHOHOO! STOHOHOP!â
The reaction only added to the elderâs delight.
âStop?! Oh, Iâm just getting started!â
Willâs laughter continued to fill the room, bright and bubbly. It was a sound that could melt even the coldest of hearts.
Jonathan was relentless, ignoring Willâs pleas and turning him to a squealing mess. The boyâs cheeks were a rosy shade of red and tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes which were squeezed shut in mirth; it was a sight for sore eyes.
Jonathan retracted his hand and admired the kidâs flushed happy face, letting his little brother catch his breath for the next attack.
âYou remember what I said about being the tickle monsterâs dinner? Well, I think heâs ready to feast!â
The younger once again burst into giggles simply at the statement, unsure what his brother had in mind.
âNohohooo, I donât tahaste good!â Whined Will, squirming more intensely when Jonathan started to roll up his shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of his tummy.
Getting a firm hold on Willâs sides, the elder bent down and nuzzled the soft skin, earning a little snort in response.
âThe tickle monster begs to differâŚâ
With no further delay, the older brother started to nibble the tender skin of his little brotherâs belly, being careful not to bite too hard.
Will bucked his hips and tossed his head back with unrestrained boyish laughter, the nibbling and occasional grazing of his brotherâs teeth against his skin was enough to drive him crazy, but he absolutely loved it.
Will had always loved being tickled, but it had become less occurrent since he returned from the upside down, everyone seemingly not wanting to break him. But now, Jonathan wasnât holding back. He was completely relentless and Will couldnât ask for it to be any other way.
âNomnomnom~ mm, ticklish tummies⌠the tickle monsterâs favorite!â Teased Jonathan, adding playful nomming noises, knowing it would intensify the sensation for Will.
âJONATHAHAHAN, I-ITS TOO TIHIHIHICKLISH!! I CANâT TAKE IHIHIT!â
The photographer delighted in the kidâs happy laughter, continuing to nuzzle and nibble the ticklish skin.
Sensing his brother was genuinely reaching his limits, Jonathan decided to finish his attack with one of Willâs favorite things.
Pulling away, he looked into Willâs mirthful eyes, a mischievous smirk on his face.
âThe tickle monster still had room for dessert, Will⌠guess what his favorite dessert is~â
Will giggled, squirming with excitement and anticipation.
âW-Whahahat?..â
Jonathan leaned in to whisper into the youngerâs ear.
âRaspberries!â
The youngest Byers squealed with delight, bursting into a fit of laughter that could only be described as pure.
âEHEHEE, TOO MUCH TOO MUHUHUCH! S-STOP PLEHEHEASE, JONATHAN!â He kicked and squirmed, struggling to catch his breath.
After what felt like forever, Jonathan finally relented, releasing his little brother and helping him sit up and seating himself across from the kid, reassuming their earlier placements.
âHow was that for not fragile?â He asked, giving a playful shove to Willâs shoulder.
Will continued to giggle and catch his breath.
âIt was fuhuhun, but really ticklishâŚâ
Jonathan let out a chuckle of his own, reaching a hand out to ruffle his brotherâs hair.
Once the younger had calmed down, he abruptly flung his arms around his big brother, catching Jonathan off guard for the second time that day.
Without a second thought, he returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around the thin frame of his little brother.
âYouâre the best brother ever⌠love you, Jonathan.â
Jonathan felt himself melt, his heart swelling with emotion.
âLove you too, buddy.â
With those words lingering in the air, the brothers remained in the embrace for awhile longer, taking comfort in each otherâs presence, and Jonathan silently promised himself that the âtickle monsterâ would be making an appearance much more often.
Day 9 and 10 - Wake up! and spidering (I really wanted to do this to IDGAF if I'm late)
Minors DNI
I am not going to lie, I based Angel's sleep habit on mine. I sleep way too much for my own good and I struggle getting up in the morning. I am such a lazy ass it's horrible.
If I can't be a morning person, Angel shall suffer the same struggles as me!
It's also ironic that I work at night as of now.
I also wrote an extra short story, it's just an extra set of dialogue really.
"JOHOHON, YOU FUHUCK, STOHOHOP! I'M AWAHAKE! I'M AWAHAHAKE!"
She cackled hyterically as she felt his right arm pressed against her back, preventing her from turning around. His fingers kept spidering all around her side and back, crawling around every sensitive spots like they were on fire.
"I've been NICE, Angel, I've been VERY VERY nice! I tried to wake you up 10 TIMES, 10 TIIIIMES! And you know what?" he asked, his tone semi exasperated but holding a tint of amusement "I even tried to wake you up with the scent of bacon! You had many extra five minutes, now you get tickles! Wake up, sleepyhead~"
Hearing that laugh of hers, it was getting increasingly hard not to keep teasing her "While we're at it, stohohop being so damn cute!"
"Alright, if you're going to be a grumpy lil spicey kitty, I have no choice but to cheer you up in whatever nefarious ways I can think of, you ticklish cutie~"
She wanted to cuddle, but she was also in a bit of a mood. So what better ways to lift someone's mood then having them stuck in your arms and tickled?
Summary: Will lies about being ticklish. His siblings decide a punishment is in order
Pairings: None
Word Count: 759
A/N: I knew I had to do something stranger things related when I saw this prompt and thereâs not enough fics of them, so here we are. Enjoy the wholesome family bonding :â)
The Byersâ living room was warm and cozy, a stark contrast to the chilly fall weather. Will, Jonathan, and Eleven were sprawled out on the carpet, a board game spread out before them.
The Byers had recently taken Eleven in as their adopted sister and she was already starting to feel at home.
Ready to make her next move, she reached across the board to grab her game piece, accidentally brushing against Willâs wrist in the process.
Her head perked up when she heard a giggle, the youngest Byers jolting and quickly pulling his hand back.
Now, Eleven wasnât a stranger to tickling. She had gotten into tickle fights many of times, mostly with Mike. She always had a feeling Will was ticklish, but now she was certain.
Suddenly disinterested in the game, she focused all her attention on her brother, eyes glittered with curiosity.
âWill, are you ticklish?â
Willâs cheeks turned a shade redder and his eyes widened, taken aback by the playful question.
âNo, Iâm not! You just scared me, thatâs allâŚâ he said hastily, avoiding eye contact.
Jonathan looked up from the game, raising an eyebrow.
âSince when are you not ticklish?â
Willâs eyes darted towards his older brother, heart racing with suspense.
âSince⌠forever?â
He tried to sound casual, though his voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.
Jonathan smirked, sensing the opportunity for some fun.
âOh really? Because I remember when I used to chase you around the house and tickle you until you couldnât breathe.â
Elevenâs eyes lit up with mischief. âFriends donât lie, Will.â
Will groaned, burying his face in a cushion. âOh no.â
Seeing the gleam in Elâs eyes, Jonathan grinned.
âYou know, El, I think Will could use a little reminder of the rules around here.â
Eleven nodded, trying to hold back her giggles.
Suddenly, the two pounced, fingers wiggling wherever they could reach.
âAh! No, w-wahahait!â Will yelped, trying to wriggle away. But it was two against one, and he didnât stand a chance.
Jonathan managed to pin one of Willâs arms down while Eleven attacked his sides, making him burst into uncontrollable laughter.
âG-Guys, I cahahahanât!â he squealed, kicking his legs out and futility tugging at his arm.
âAdmit it,â The girl said, trying to speak through her own laughter. âYouâre ticklish!â
Willâs face was bright red, eyes sparkling with mirth as he squirmed hopelessly under his siblings, embarrassed but enjoying the bonding moment nonetheless.
Jonathanâs heart also warmed at the sight, taking in the pure innocence and silliness that the three of them were engaged in. Life had been dark and scary the past few years and it was nice to take part in something ridiculous for a change.
Besides, it had been too long since heâd tickled his little brother, and if he could lend El some useful tickling tips, that was even better.
Getting that very idea, he gave a devious smirk and glanced at their adopted sister.
âHey, El, try his stomach.â
Willâs giggling increased at the anticipation, his slightly watery eyes widening with dreadful excitement.
âNonononono, donât l-listen to hihihim!â
The brown haired girl pretended to ponder, though she had no intention on giving mercy.
âJonathan, didnât lie to me, Will.â Raising her hands, she wiggled them just above Willâs tummy, a trick sheâd learned from Mike.
The youngest Byers grew more frantic in his squirming, eyes locked onto the wiggling digits.
âEEK- Iâm sorry, Iâm sohOHORRY!!â He threw his head back with a shriek when Elâs surprisingly vigorous fingers made contact with his stomach, wriggling and scratching the soft skin.
Jonathan laughed at his brotherâs reaction, all too familiar with which spot got which response.
âAh, the classic Will Byers shriek⌠never gets old.â He teased, watching the younger boyâs face turn even redder from embarrassment.
After awhile, the two finally relented and let their brother go.
âHave fun, Will?â Jonathan asked with a smirk, arms crossed as he watched the boy catch his breath.
Will laid there panting dramatically, cheeks still flushed from the laughter.
âNo... You guys are mehehean..â
Eleven narrowed her eyes, unconvinced by the statement. âFriends donât lie, WillâŚâ she glared playfully, raising her hands to threateningly wiggle her fingers once again.
Will giggled more and squirmed away, wrapping his arms defensively around himself.
âEep- Okay, Okahahay, it was r-really fuhuhun!â
The girl lowered her hands triumphantly and smiled, clearly pleased with herself.
And so, the trio continued to strengthen their bond as siblings; whether it be by board games, banter, or even a good old fashioned tickle attack.
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