#deh tickle

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

'Bringing A Feather to a Knife fight' PART 2

A continuation of Bob in quite a tickly situation...

Lee!Bob Velseb

Ler!Lila

[awkwardlyflustered]

Careful What You Wish For

Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

A/N: Alright, it is finally happening, I’m doing (attempting) Tickletober. As always, thank you so much to @august-anon for doing the prompts. They are so horribly adorable, I love them. Anyways, we’ll see how this all goes. There’s a lot of days I’m super excited about and a lot of days I’m worried about doing well with. So without further ado, enjoy!

It all started small, barely noticeable. Evan kissing the spot on his neck that sent shivers down his spine, leaving his hand on the spot that makes Connor tense up, little wiggling fingers as they waved each other off to classes. Connor noticed it of course, but thought it was just a small coincidence, so he brushed it off, trying to calm the slight pink in his cheeks. He was still smiling and running through the “events” of the day when Evan came up behind him and slotted his fingers in between his ribs. Connor sucked in a quick breath and froze up, smiling a little wider knowing what was coming. Well… he thought he knew what was coming. He stood waiting for the fingers to start buzzing into the sensitive spaces, but it never came. Just as he started to open his mouth to say something, Evan leaned up to his ear and whispered in a way that sent shivers throughout his entire body, “Wait for it.” With that, he took his hands away, smirking, knowing just how much he dumbfounded Connor. 

Connor stood there in shock, unable to think, move, or speak. His eyes wider than saucers, and his mouth uselessly stuttering as Evan just chuckled at him.

“Come on babe, it’s time to go.” Connor managed to shake off his shock well enough to follow Evan outside, but the flustered blush made its way back onto his face. “I think I should do that to you more often, pink is a good color on you,” he teased, giving a quick peck to his boyfriend’s cheek. Conor just glared at him and tried to mumble out a retort, but ultimately failed. 

The two started their trek back to Connor’s house, which was very empty at the moment, and they intended to take full advantage of that. The longer they walked, the more excited Connor got. All the way there, Evan would “accidentally” start up his teasing again, and all over again Connor would be a blushing mess. The hand on his waist with the fingers pinched right up against his hips and not moving. The fingers lightly trailing along the back of his neck, but never enough to tickle, just enough to make him jittery. Every little thing Evan did got Connor jumping and smiling, anxiously awaiting the second they walked through the door. He was absolutely certain that Evan was going to damn near tackle him to the door and take him apart, piece by piece. Surely, Evan wouldn’t make this worse than it already was, right?

The two finally made it back to the Murphy residence, and Connor was practically buzzing with excitement. They walked in, and immediately Evan grabbed him and led him over to the couch. Connor happily laid down, and even put his arms up for him. Evan straddled his ever eager boyfriend, and held his hand just a few centimeters away from his tummy.

“You know, I really think this needs to go, don’t you?” He asked, picking at the fabric covering his tummy. Connor didn’t say anything, just laid there, waiting for what he wanted. Evan took his time, slowly rolling Connor’s shirt up. Connor squirmed, unable to help himself. “Hmmm, now where to start?” Evan questioned, smirking at Connor as he groaned. “There’s this beautiful tummy,” he started, gently putting his fingers on his tummy. Connor sucked in his stomach smiling. “Ah ah ah,” he tsked, “wait for it.” Connor groaned, and glared at Evan. He was really starting to hate that phrase.

“Evaaaaaan,” he whined out, wanting nothing more than to just start. Evan simply ignored the whining with a smile. 

“Or there is always your wonderful ribs,” he slowly climbed his fingers up to the bones jutting out of his abdomen. Connor bit his lip, desperately trying to keep himself from giggling before anything had even started. “And of course, there is always these hips that would be so fun, hmm?” Finally, Connor just couldn’t take it anymore.

“EVAN!” He screamed out, finally giving in, “Please just tickle me already!”

“Careful what you wish for.” 

With that, Evan began scribbling under Connor’s arms, making him absolutely scream with laughter. 

“WAHAHAHAIT PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” He begged out, not ready to already have his worst spot being targeted. 

“Awww what’s wrong, love? I thought you wanted this. In fact you asked me for it,” He teased out, never ceasing the tickling. Connor couldn’t even respond, just kick his feet out and squeal with delight at the feeling wracking his nerves. 

Evan decided to grant just a little bit of mercy to the poor, ticklish boy and moved his fingers down to pinch at his sides. Granted, he couldn’t make it too easy so, naturally, he started blowing raspberries into his tummy. Connor squealed and giggled like a little kid. 

“Ehehehehehevahahahahan!” Evan couldn’t help but smile into Connor’s tummy at hearing him. He was just so cute, he couldn’t stand it. Connor gave up at trying to keep his arms up, and just grabbed onto his wrists, slowly losing his ability to fight and squirm away. 

The two of them carried on like this for a few more minutes. Connor lying there, effortlessly giggling at the tickles he was receiving, and Evan unable to stop smiling at just how cute his boyfriend was. Eventually, though, the tickling slowed to a stop and Evan climbed off the taller boy. 

“Enjoy yourself?” He asked, helping Connor sit up and get resituated. Connor nodded eagerly. 

“Of course I did, but teasing me all day was mean, and you know it.”

“Oh trust me, I know. But what’s the point of tickling you straight away all the time, hmm? Sometimes there has to be a little bit of anticipation, makes it fun.”

“I’ll remember that,” Connor warned, teasingly putting his fingers in between the slots of Evan’s ribs, mirroring the events from earlier. Evan, refusing to lose the battle he started, simply reached down and began squeezing at Connor’s knees. Connor, having absolutely no ability to fight back when tickled doubled over and accepted his fate for the second time of many more that day. 

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Giggly Glam (Connor, Zoe)

Summary: Connor buys himself makeup, then realizes he has no idea how to do makeup. Zoe tries to help. (Take this Connor lives and gets to heal his relationship with his sister thing I wrote. No one asked me to, I just have an obsession with this stupid fandom. Enjoy it or else /lh.)

He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to buy it. He’d only gone into the beauty aisle to buy a new bottle of black nail polish, and had somehow ended up picking out a few cheap makeup products. It was a completely impulsive, stupid decision, and if Connor had an ounce of sense, he’d turn back around and return it all.

But he didn’t. Instead, he decided to use it as an olive branch, or whatever the saying was. You see, almost dying had sort of knocked some sense into his head. Well, that plus some therapy, and seeing the looks that Zoe kept shooting him across the table at dinner.

So, maybe when he got back from the hospital, he’d made a whole big scene about how sorry he was for the way he’d acted towards her, towards them all, and maybe he’d cried harder than he had in years, and clung to his mom like a scared child on the first day of school.

Yeah, looking back, that had been pretty embarrassing. But it had shattered the layer of ice between him and his family, which he supposed was a good thing. He just hadn’t worked up the courage to dip into that murky water again, afraid he’d do something stupid like cry again, or make it worse by clamming up and telling his sister to fuck off like he would have a few months prior.

But a gift? It was an olive branch, he supposed. Not an apology, not an explanation, but it was something. So when he got home, he went right up to Zoe’s door and knocked.

“Come in,” she replied, and she looked surprised when it was Connor who entered, not her mother. “What do you want?”

Her tone wasn’t overly harsh, just a tad annoyed, mostly confused. Connor cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, I got you something. At the store. I don’t know if you even really wear makeup, but I just…Yeah. Here you go.”

He placed the bag on her dresser, and turned to leave, but paused when she spoke.

“Makeup?” Zoe asked, standing up off of her bed and walking over, snatching up the bag and looking inside. “Thanks, I guess. I don’t wear it that much, but it’s good to have.”

Connor nodded. “Cool.”

“Why though?”

“Why what?”

Zoe raised an eyebrow. “I can’t remember the last time you got me a gift. At least, one that wasn’t clearly bought by mom, who put your name on the label. So why?”

Connor shrugged. “I mean, honestly, I bought it on impulse and realized I was never gonna use it, so I gave it to you. Not very thought out, I guess. Do I get points for trying?” he asked, his tone light although there was a pit of anxiety in his stomach. He still wasn’t used to talking to Zoe like this; normal, casual conversation wasn’t really his forte.

“You got it for yourself?” Zoe asked. “Why wouldn’t you wear it?”

“Cause I get called gay at school for wearing nail polish, I think eyeliner would be pushing my luck,” he replied. When she didn’t seem amused, he continued, “Plus, I have no idea how to use any of it.”

“Where do you think I learned it? It’s not some inherent skill that comes with being a woman. Look up a tutorial online or something,” she said. “Fuck what kids at school think.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” he shot back. God, could he not get through one conversation without being an asshole? He opened his mouth to apologize, but it got stuck somewhere in his throat and wouldn’t come out. It was like every time he tried to swallow his pride, he fucking choked on it.

Zoe just rolled her eyes. “I was gonna offer to just show you myself, but if you’re gonna be a dick, I’ll just keep my secrets to myself.”

“What do you mean show me? I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you do your own makeup,” he said.

“I could do it for you. I mean, I’m not great at it, but at least you’d get an idea of what it’s supposed to look like. And if you don’t like how it looks, I’ll keep the makeup and we can pretend this never happened.”

Connor thought about it for a moment, nibbling at his bottom lip. “I guess. Uh, thanks. And sorry for, um, snapping at you.”

“Whatever,” Zoe replied, but she had a small smile on her face. Almost fond. “Sit on my bed. Wait, but take your shoes off first.”

He obeyed wordlessly, feeling incredibly strange. Zoe’s room had changed a lot since they were kids. The walls that had once been covered in stickers of flowers and photos of boy band members were now decorated much more tastefully, although Harry Styles was still making an appearance. Her twin bed had been upgraded to a full-sized one, and it was in the middle of the room rather than pushed against the wall like it had once been. Her sheets were no longer Disney princess themed, but rather soft blue ones with stars on them.

As he sat down, Zoe began peeling plastic off of each makeup product: A stick of black eyeliner, and a palette of four eyeshadows, in varying shades of purple, and a tube of mascara.

“Just your eye makeup, or do you want a full glam?”

Connor furrowed his brows at her, chuckling. “Full glam? Nah, I’ll pass.”

“Okay, okay, fine.”

She placed the products on the bed, then went back over to her dresser to grab a cup of brushes. “Your first mistake was thinking that the little wand this eyeshadow comes with would be enough,” she said. “You’re lucky that mom keeps buying me sets of brushes for every holiday.”

“Every holiday?”

“Every. Holiday. Three Hanukkahs in a row, two birthdays. So many brushes.”

Connor snorted. “I guess she thinks you wear ‘full glam’ every day,” he said, putting air quotes around the phrase she’d used, which made her chuckle.

She sat down on the bed beside him, her tongue poking between her teeth as she thought. “Okay, I think I’ll do your eyeshadow first…Just close your eyes and try to sit still,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, shutting his eyes as he was told, and he heard her shuffling around with the products.

After a moment, he could feel her hand hovering in front of him, and braced for impact, ever so dramatic. A somewhat flat, stiff brush touched his eyelid, and his face twitched despite his best efforts. He got it under control quickly, the sensation surprisingly easy to get used to.

“So, I’m putting the lighter color on your lid right now,” Zoe explained. “And after, I’m gonna use the darker one sort of, like, around it.”

“Sounds fancy,” he replied.

Zoe snorted, using her other hand to hold the side of his face, keeping him in place. Connor couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so close to his sister, or shared this much physical contact with her. It was weird, but it somehow felt natural, still so familiar. Her fingertips were rough from guitar string scars, and her hands were steady.

He heard her switching the brush, presumably also switching the color. The heel of her hand pressed against his jaw as she continued.

The brush was much fluffier than the last, and she was doing it so lightly, it felt like an annoying itch, and he scrunched his face up on instinct.

“Stay still,” she reminded him.

He huffed, but attempted to comply. He managed to keep his composure for a bit, but as the brush stroked against his face, turning the outer corner of his left eye the striking color of artificial grape candy, the feeling turned from an annoying itch to a feather-light sensation.

Connor couldn’t help it; he giggled, turning his face away from her.

“Stop moving!” Zoe said, retracting her hand.

“I can’t help it!” he replied. “It…feels weird.”

She ignored him and attempted to continue, but when the brush touched his skin again, he giggled again.

“Does it tickle?” Zoe asked, sounding almost incredulous. “There’s no way your face is ticklish.”

He felt his cheeks turn hot, and scowled. “Shut up,” he said, knowing he had no argument that would convince her that she was wrong.

Zoe’s lips twitched.

“Shut up. It’s not funny.”

She lost it, starting to giggle herself. “I’m sorry, but it is funny.”

Normally embarrassment felt white-hot, a rage-inducing humiliation that sent him running for the hills or taking out his anger on whoever was closest, a pit in his stomach. He was expecting that feeling to surface at that moment, but all he could feel was the color in his face and Zoe’s gaze on him.

Maybe it was because there were very few things his sister hadn’t witnessed: She knew him when he was still a gap-toothed child that was afraid of bugs, or when he grew into a pre-teen with braces and a constantly cracking voice.

So, instead of freaking out, he just glared at her half-heartedly. “Whatever.”

“Are you gonna survive if I continue?” she asked, grinning.

He rolled his eyes but nodded, bracing himself for the brush to return. He managed to sit still for the rest of the process, perhaps by sheer willpower or because Zoe was using a firmer touch to spare him some dignity.

“I’m kind of terrified of poking your eye out if I do your mascara,” she said to fill the silence. “Or eyeliner. I’ve never done it on anyone else.”

“Very reassuring,” he muttered.

All the brushes were away from his face, but he kept his eyes shut in case she went back, which was apparently a mistake, as Zoe had taken his sass as a chance to poke him in the ribs, making him flinch and huff out a laugh.

“I can’t believe I forgot you were ticklish,” she said.

“Please forget again,” he replied. “And, if I remember correctly, you are too. I’m not above revenge.”

Zoe laughed. “Okay, truce. But it’s nice to see you smile again.”

The sincerity of her statement made Connor freeze up, just for a moment. He was wading into foreign territory enough, but genuine conversation was almost too much. “Uh, thanks. I think?”

“Sorry, I just—You know, it’s just been a while since…” she trailed off.

“I know.”

She nodded, twirling the eyeliner pencil between her fingers. “So, do you trust me to not blind you?”

“...Not really, but fuck it.”

It turned out that Connor really rocked the color purple, and he loved the way that black eyeliner looked on him, and Zoe offered to show him how to do it himself next time.

He left his sister’s room and walked down the hallway with a giddy feeling in his stomach, something he hadn’t felt for a long time. It occurred to him that he had really missed his sister, no matter how hard he’d ignored it in the past. They still had a lot to work on, but Connor felt like something healed in them both that day, and it was all thanks to an impulsive purchase.

[kanene-yaaay]

I really like your writing style. Your stories are a true delight to read. Like an entire movie is playing and gently taking you by the hand thro every scene. It's very lovely and magical! Watching both Miguel and Connor not only growing more and more fond of each other but also letting themselves being vulnerable is just so so so great to see! They are both incredibly goofy and precious for real ♡♡♡♡

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Notes: Commission for @ticklishraspberries. Thank you so, so much for being patient as I worked on this through finals and getting back into the flow of my normal life, you’re seriously amazing and I’ve loved having you as such a loyal customer, even if it is to fuel our mutual love for conguel lol. This fic is set somewhere during their college years, and I had a lot of fun getting to explore all the little details of their lives together <3 I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Connor’s growing interest in art holds unanticipated consequences for Miguel.

The fascination had started as doodles, drawn miscellaneously on the margins of his notebook or the palm of his hand when Connor was bored in class. Back then, Miguel was still a stranger to Connor, but he sat next to the other in class and watched him as the clock ticked by slower and slower by the minute. Somehow, watching him made mind-numbing lectures far easier to withstand. Miguel’s gaze would follow the swirling structures climbing up the boy’s wrists that always ended in an explosion of some sort in his palm, whether that be a skull cracking open or fire licking up his fingers. Everything with him had been violent like that back then.

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[koffeesfancy]

Defend Ch. 2 | Bodyguard!AU | Koffee x Reader

Summary: You're a district attorney that has been placed under 24/7 security during the investigation of a prominent member of a local gang. You believe the whole situation is blown out of proportion and resent the imperious woman you are entrusted to. Partly due to her teasing, cocky nature, you struggle to take the short-statured woman seriously. Eventually, you not only find yourself seeking her protection but also solace in her company.

Genre: slow-burn romance, fluff, angst

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2265

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly @prettymrswright

The heavy wooden door creaked open, and you stepped inside, cautiously peering into the darkness of the house. The air was thick with dust, and a faint musty odor tickled your nose. Your fingers grazed the cold walls as you felt for a light switch, but the only response was the echo of your footsteps on the wood flooring in the empty foyer.

A sudden movement in the darkness sent a shiver down your spine. "Hello? Is someone there?" you called out, your voice wavering slightly. Silence followed. You took a tentative step forward, trying to steady your breathing. Just as you began to relax, something brushed against your leg. You let out a yelp, jumping back in fear.

Mikayla's laughter rang out from behind you, and she flicked on a flashlight, illuminating her amused face. "Jumpin' at shadows, are we?" she teased, her accent slipping into a playful lilt.

You glared at her, trying to regain your composure. "Very funny. What was that?"

Mikayla pointed the flashlight on her keyring at the ground, revealing a stray curtain that had fluttered in the draft. "Nuttin' but a piece of cloth," she said with a grin.

You exhaled deeply, shaking your head. "You really enjoy this, don't you?"

"Maybe a likkle," she admitted, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, let's get some lights on and I'll show yuh 'round."

She led the way, her flashlight guiding you through the dimly lit house. The floorboards creaked underfoot, and you could see the outline of old furniture covered in white sheets. Mikayla found a light switch and flicked it on, bathing the room in a warm, yellow glow.

"This place has seen better days," you commented, eyeing the dusty furniture and cobwebbed corners.

Mikayla shrugged. "It’s secure. That’s all that matters."

She led you down a narrow hallway, pointing out various rooms along the way. "Dis here’s the livin' room," she said, pulling back a sheet to reveal a worn-out couch and a rickety coffee table. "An’ over there’s the kitchen."

You peeked into the kitchen, noting the old-fashioned appliances and a small, round table covered in a faded floral tablecloth. "Charming," you said dryly.

Mikayla chuckled. "Come, I'll show yuh the bedrooms."

She guided you up a set of creaky stairs to the second floor. "We have two bedrooms up yah. Dis one a fi yuh," she said, opening a door to reveal a modest room with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. The window was covered in dust, but the room looked relatively clean compared to the rest of the house.

"Home sweet home," you muttered, stepping inside to drop your purse on the bed.

Mikayla gestured to the room across the hall. "An’ dat one deh a fi mi. I'm there if you needa help."

You nodded, appreciating the practicality. "Thanks."

She flashed you a smile, her braces glinting in the light. "No worries. Now, sekkle in. I'll be down the stairs."

You watched her disappear, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and gratitude. You were still irritated by the whole situation, but Mikayla's presence was undeniably reassuring. You could not imagine living here alone. You sat down on the edge of the bed, the old springs creaking under your weight.

As you looked around the room, your mind wandered back to the events of the day- being surprised with the security scheme at work in the morning, driving to the capitol to meet with the state attorney, the encounter with Mikayla, and now this house. It all felt surreal, like a strange dream you couldn't wake up from.

You sighed, laying back on the bed and staring up at the cracked ceiling. The quiet of the house settled around you, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax. Maybe this would all blow over soon, and you could get back to your normal life. But for now, you were stuck here, under the watchful eye of a short, sarcastic soldier with a knack for making you jump at shadows.

But as you lay there, a gnawing hunger pulled you from your thoughts. You realized you hadn't eaten since breakfast, and the thought of food made your stomach rumble. Sighing, you decided to head downstairs and see if there was anything edible in the kitchen.

You descended the stairs, the wood creaking beneath your feet. As you entered the kitchen, the smell of dust and age hit you again. You wrinkled your nose, searching for a light switch. After fumbling around, you found it and flipped it on, illuminating the small, cluttered space.

On the counter, you spotted a few boxes. Curious, you opened them one by one. Inside, you found some of your clothes, some personal items, and, to your relief, a few cleaning products from home. Apparently, someone had thought to bring your essentials here, as promised.

"Great, at least I can clean this place up," you muttered to yourself, pulling out a bottle of all-purpose cleaner and some rags.

As you started to wipe down the countertops, you heard a soft scraping sound coming from the living room. You peeked around the corner and saw Mikayla sitting on the couch, a small piece of wood in her hands. She was carefully whittling it with a knife, her brow furrowed in concentration.

"Hey," you called out, stepping into the room. "What are you working on?"

Mikayla glanced up, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I'm makin' a hummingbird."

You watched her hands deftly carve the wood, the shape of a tiny bird beginning to emerge. "That's impressive," you said, genuinely intrigued. "I didn't know you were an artist."

She shrugged modestly. "I wouldn't call myself an artist. Jus' somethin' I do fi pass the time."

You nodded, leaning against the doorway. "Well, I'm going to clean up a bit. This place could use a good scrub."

Mikayla's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Feel free. Yuh don't strike me as the cleanin' type, though."

You laughed. "Shows what you know. I like things tidy."

As you turned back to the kitchen and resumed cleaning, you decided to strike up a conversation. "So, Mikayla, how did you end up in this line of work?"

Mikayla kept whittling, her focus on the hummingbird. "Long story. What about you? Why did yuh decide to become an attorney?"

You paused, not expecting the question to be turned back on you so quickly. "Well, I wanted to make a difference. Help people, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes flicking up to meet yours briefly. "Noble cause. But must be a tough job, especially wit' a case like dis."

"Yeah, it's been...challenging," you admitted, scrubbing harder at a particularly stubborn stain. "What about you? What made you leave the military?"

Mikayla's expression didn't change as she expertly deflected your question. "Life can be unpredictable like that. Dis work keep me on my toes."

You huffed in frustration at her evasiveness but tried a different tack. "Do you have any family?"

She paused, her knife stilling for a moment before she resumed her work. "Everyone has family."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, Miss Mysterious. What about hobbies, besides whittling?"

Mikayla grinned. "I like to play basketball. What about you? Any hobbies?"

You sighed, realizing this conversation was going to be like pulling teeth. "I like to read, mostly legal thrillers. And I bake when I have time."

Her eyes lit up. "Bakin', huh? What's yuh specialty?"

"Chocolate chip cookies," you said with a small smile. "They're my grandma's recipe."

Mikayla nodded approvingly, adding with a suggestively raised eyebrow, "Yuh should make some while we're here."

"Maybe I will," you replied, feeling a bit more at ease. 

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, the only sounds being the scrape of Mikayla's knife and the swish of your cleaning rag. Despite her guarded nature, you found yourself growing more curious about her. Maybe, in time, she would open up a bit more. For now, you were content to work alongside her in companionable silence, each of you dealing with your own thoughts and demons.

As you finished cleaning the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a small sense of accomplishment. Downstairs looked much better, and the act of cleaning had helped calm your nerves. You glanced over at Mikayla, who was now carefully smoothing out the edges of the hummingbird.

"Hey, Mikayla," you said, wiping your hands on a towel. "Thanks for...you know, not being as much of a hardass as I thought you were."

She looked up, her expression softening. "No problem." You nodded, feeling a surprising sense of camaraderie with the small but fierce woman. 

With the kitchen now somewhat clean, your stomach growled loudly, reminding you of your earlier hunger. Determined to find something edible, you started raiding the cabinets. Most were empty, but in one, you discovered a hopefully unexpired can of marinara sauce and a box of pasta.

"Better than nothing," you muttered, grabbing the ingredients and setting them on the counter. You filled a pot with water and set it to boil, then opened the can of marinara sauce, pouring it into a small saucepan to heat.

As the water began to bubble, you glanced over at Mikayla, who was still engrossed in her whittling. "Hey, Mikayla, I'm making some pasta. Want some?"

She looked up, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Yuh cook too? Yuh domestic so," she teased, her accent thick with amusement.

You rolled your eyes. "Just trying to make the best of this situation. I hope you like pasta."

She chuckled, setting her whittling aside. "Cyaan be too bad. I don't really cook much."

"Oh, really? Surprising," you replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of your voice. "A woman of many talents, and yet, cooking isn't one of them."

Mikayla's large brown eyes sparkled with mischief. "Nah, I leave dat to the experts. Besides, it's nice to be taken care of once in a while." 

You couldn't tell if she was being sincere or making fun of you, but you decided to let it slide. "Well, don't get used to it," you said, focusing on stirring the pasta.

As the pasta cooked, you set the table, finding a couple of plates and some mismatched utensils. The simple act of preparing a meal helped you feel a bit more grounded, a small slice of normalcy in the midst of the chaos.

Once the pasta was done, you drained it and mixed in the marinara sauce. You divided the meal between the two plates and carried them to the table. "Dinner is served," you announced, trying to add a bit of cheer to your voice.

Mikayla joined you at the table, eyeing the pasta with a hungry look. "Looks good," she said, taking a forkful. "And it tastes good too."

"Thanks," you replied, a little surprised by the genuine compliment. "I wasn't sure what to expect from these old cans."

She winked at you. "Yuh did well, chef."

You both ate in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the clinking of forks against plates. Finally, you decided to break the ice. "So, Mikayla, tell me more about this town. It seems pretty isolated."

Mikayla took a sip of water, considering your question. "It's a small town, not much happen here. Mostly farmers and a few small businesses. The house we're in used to belong to an old couple who passed away a few years back. Their children sold it.”

You nodded, taking in the information. "And what about the townspeople? Are they friendly?"

She shrugged. "For the most part, yes. Small-town folk, yuh know? Dem keep to demself but a quick to help out if did need. Jus' stay outta trouble.."

You raised an eyebrow. "Trouble? In a place like this?"

Mikayla winked. "Yuh plenty trouble yuhself."

You couldn't help but feel a bit flustered and clammored before changing the subject. "So, what is there to do for fun around here? Besides whittling tiny birds?"

She chuckled. "Not much, honestly. Maybe I’ll take yuh for walks in the woods or you can read a book. It'll be peaceful."

You took another bite of pasta, mulling over her words. "It sounds...nice. Peaceful is good, considering the circumstances."

She leaned back in her chair, studying you with those sharp, inquisitive eyes. "Yuh don't seem like the type to enjoy peace and quiet. Always on the move, busy working working."

You sighed, realizing she had hit the nail on the head. "Yeah, I guess I am. It's hard to slow down when you're used to the fast pace."

Mikayla nodded in understanding. "Well, maybe dis'll be good for yuh. A chance to breathe, take a step back."

You shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see."

As you finished your meal, you couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease. Despite the rough start, Mikayla was starting to grow on you. Her teasing nature was still annoying, but there was something reassuring about her presence.

"Thanks for the dinner, mama," she said, standing up and collecting the plates. "I'll wash these up."

Your heart beat a little faster at the friendly title. You watched her walk to the sink, surprised by the gesture. "Thanks, Mikayla."

She flashed you a smile over her shoulder. "No problem. Teamwork, right?"

"Right," you replied, feeling a small smile tug at your lips.

As you both settled into a comfortable rhythm of cleaning up, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wouldn't be so bad after all.

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[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Reblog with any musical tickle headcannons you might have!

Literally any musical. I'm just curious.

[calmlypanicking]

In my opinion theres not nearly enough lee!connor Murphy content and ive decided to try to help with that. I'm writing one right now, and i actually have another draft from a whileee ago with lee!connor. I'll post them eventually, when i finish them lol. Comment on this post if u want to be tagged on my next one. (I prob wont keep up the tags, but for this one since its my first non tss I thought id do it a lil special☺☺)

[curled-up-blushing]

Could you write a prompt for the Murphy siblings? Prompts 2 and 4? Please and thanks. 😊

“Cuhuhut it out!! Cohohohonnohor!!” Zoe squealed, as his hands squeezed her sides and spidered all over her stomach. “Ihihi sahahid stop!”

“Ugh, fine,” Connor smirked, letting her go and watching her gasp for air.

“You suck, y’know that?” She shiver him over and he fell into the couch cushions, laughing.

“Not my fault you’re ticklish, sis.” He smiled, quite satisfied with himself and rested his hands behind his head.

“Shut up. It’s not my fault either. You’re ticklish too.”

He shook his head. “Hate to break it to you, but I’m not.”

“Yeah right! You’re just trying to get me off your back,” she scoffed. Pouting, she jabbed him in the side, eliciting a violent kick and a shriek. “HAH! I was right!”

Connor, who has involuntarily curled in on himself, turned red. “Uh…” Suddenly, he bolted. And Zoe, with a devilish grin, followed suit.

“Get the fuck away from me!!” He yelled, running up the stairs.

“Zoe, your friend Alana is here!” Cynthia entered the hallway, almost getting run over by her children. “Oh my, here we go again,” she sighed.

Zoe perked up, hearing that name. “Alana!! Come here!!!”

Alana warily approached the stairs. “Zoe? What’s going on here?”

“Help me get revenge on Connor!” She pointed at him menacingly, glaring as his face turned red.

“Revenge for what?” She met her girlfriend by her side.

“For tickling me all the damn time!!!”

“Oh, okay. Sure.”

“Lana!!” Connor whined.

“I mean, it’s fair. She is pretty ticklish. And either way, I never see your laugh, Con.”

“I hate both of yOU- HEY!!” His voice cracked when Zoe attacked him from behind. “How did you even get th- WAIT!! Nohohoho!” He was cut off as she grabbed his sides and wrestled him to the ground.

“Zohohohoho! Stohohahahahahap!! Yohou fuhuhucking f-FUHUHUHUCK!!!” He squirmed and bucked as she dug her fingers into his ribs and underarms. He’d never been tickled this much before. It was torture. He squirmed violently, doing anything to make it stop.

“ALAHAHANA!! HEHELP ME!!”

“Nah, I’m good,” she chuckled. Neither of them realized that she was filming the whole time. What with Connor’s eyes being screwed shut and Zoe being determined to kill him. She couldn’t help but smile at how wholesome it was.

“WHYHY AHAHARE YOU DOHOING THIS??” He whined/ screamed as she drilled her thumbs into his hips. It actually wasn’t too hard to retrain him, considering he was so lanky. Probably cause he was so light and bony. Which made his knees, hips, and ribs that more sensitive, as he was now learning.

“I’m sorry, I’m just a little confused, because you said you weren’t ticklish, but I’m tickling you and you’re laughing. So I just need to confirm that you’re a ticklish bitch,” she snickered, watching him turn red and visibly more frustrated.

By this time though, he couldn’t even come out with a retort. He couldn’t suppress his laughter for long enough to say anything. He just kept laughing and laughing, due to the torturous sensations he was getting as a result of his sister’s revenge.

“Uh, Zoe? I think you should stop. He’s kind of dying.”

Zoe looked at Alana, then back at her mess of a brother, and decided she was right. So she let him go to gasp for air and recollect himself.

“Alright,” Zoe shook out her hands. “I’m satisfied. Wanna cuddle?”

Alana blushed. “Sure. But you know he’s gonna get you back, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine. I’ll be able to handle it.”

“Whatever you say…”

******

[bmeef-jermky]

ALSO GIVE ME ZOBRINA TICKLES HCS

•Sabrina is a vicious ler, DEVIOUS even

•Zoe and Connor had a few tickle fights as kids but other than that Zoe wasn’t tickled often

•so Zoe is of course very ticklish because of this

•Sabrina is ticklish too but she’s had practice because she’s had tickle fights with her cousins a bunch

•Zoe tries to play the guitar or anything and Sabrina will just gently squeeze her side and make her squeal

•Sabrina teases Zoe and is like “oh your face is so red! Oh I think it got redder from me just saying that!!”

•Zoe doesn’t get Sabrina back often but when she does it’s very gentle and not usually that bad, but she is sometimes ruthless if Sabrina is being rude

•They’re in love ur honor ❤️

[tickletastic]

Soulmates

Title: Soulmates 

Rating: a lil NSFW I guess 

Warnings: none really? No TWs 

Word Count:1975

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen 

Ship: Jared + Connor + Evan/Sincerely Three 

Summary: This is a soulmate AU where if your soulmate thinks about touching you, you feel it, as if they really are touching you. (If your soulmate is doing it to you, you can't do it to them, or if our soulmate is touching you physically, you also can't do it to them) 

Notes: I worked p hard on this, and i thought the concept was like good?? So I hope y'all like it :)) It's a lil cheesy and once again shorter than I would've liked, but *shrugs*

It didn't take long for Jared and Evan to find out they were soulmates. They were family friends, after all. 

 It had began one day when Jared had been particularly horny, but his family had been visiting Evan's. His thoughts had began to wonder, and he began to think about his soulmate's parts. He imagined himself trailing hickeys down his soulmates neck, and he noticed something strange. 

 Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Evan squirming a little, his face turning red. 

 So, he decided to get a lil naughtier, thinking about his soulmate's more intimate spots, and what he would like to do to them. 

 Evan began squirming in his seat, reaching for a pillow and putting it in his lap. 

"U-uhm m-mom, I'm gonna go up to my room" He stuttered out, his words directed as Heidi. 

 "Okay sweetie, take Jared with you." She responded to him, watching as Evan and Jared both got up and exited. 

 Once they had arrived to Evan's room, Jared decided to perform a little experiment, continuing to think about touching his soulmate. 

 He noticed how Evan's continued to squirm, laying on his stomach on his bed, so Jared decided to take a more playful route. 

 He thought about tickling Evan's under arms, knowing it would drive him nuts, and he watched as Evan clamped him hands down and let out a squeal, squirming everywhere. 

 "Are you fucking kidding me?" Jared asked, making eye contact with Evan and ceasing his torturous thoughts. Evan's face turned redder than Jared's ever seen it, and he figured Evan might have already known about their little connection. 

That's how they ended up in Evan's room cuddling, three weeks later. 

 Over the three weeks, Evan found that Jared's touches were more on the sexual side, and Jared found out that Evan's were usually more playful than sexual. 

 As they sat, watching Lord Of The Rings, Evan because bored, rolling over to face Jared. He poked Jared in the nose, giggling, but his giggles turned into much louder laughter, as he felt ticklish touches on his ribs. He was about to giggle in protests, his protests directed at Jared, when he realized Jared was also giggling. 

 "EvahahahhAHAHAHAN STOHOHOP," Jared squealed as the sensations went to the spot right under his belly button. He was thrashing madly at this point, trying to get the sensations to stop. 

 "Jahaharahaed ihihits hahahapenening tohoho mehehe tohohoho," Evan giggled out, his eyes turning wide. He tried to combat the ticklish feelings Jared was feeling by thinking his own thoughts, but it just seemed to make Jared's agony worse, and Evan finally lost it when the touches moved up to their armpits. 

 "no no no no no no no no nOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO," Evan squealed, grabbing out for Jared. "MAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAP." 

 After 10 minutes, the tickly touches ceased, and they both looked at each other, eyes wide and panting. Their residual giggles dissipated eventually, and they both sat up abruptly. 

 "Holy shit." Jared said, scrambling to get Evan's laptop. He eventually reached it, opening it and typing in the password, his fingers moving rapidly. 

 "What are you doing?" Evan questioned, still panting a little while moving closer to his boyfriend. 

 "I've read about this somewhere Evan, it's rare, but it's completely possible." Jared spoke, his voice wavering slightly. 

 "Read about what Jared?" 

"I think we might have another soulmate." 

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Jared was growing frustrated. He had checked out every book in the library about soulmates, and he had done research online about their predicament, and he was getting fed up. Everywhere he researched simply said that he would need to wait, and find his soulmate naturally, but the touches were growing too torturous. He and Evan would feel the tickle touches, and when they came they could last anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour, and the touches always managed to get to their most sensitive spots. Evan even passed out for a sec this one time, and Jared was growing more worried. 

 He had finally decided that he needed to take some sort of action when it came to finding out who their soulmate was. He couldn't just wait around anymore. So, he decided the best option would be to see if it had been anybody in their classes. 

 His first two period were uneventful, leaving Evan a wreck from the phantom tickles being administered. Jared felt a little defeated, but he wasn't going to give up in the middle of the day so, he continued, walking into his third period class, one of the classes that he had with Evan. 

 In this class, English, Jared sat next to Evan on his right, and to Evan's left, was Evan's friend Connor Murphy. Everything was going normal for the first 20 Minutes, until Jared motioned towards Evan, giving him the signal that meant that he was going to begin. So, Jared started, watching as Evan squirmed a little, the ticklish touches going up and down his ribs. This day was a little slice of hell for Evan, but he knew eventually it would stop, and he'd probably get some cuddles after school to make up for it. 

 Jared put his arm around Evan, leaning back in his chair, trying to prepare for what was about to come. Once Jared's thoughts wandered to tickling Evan's underarms, hell broke loose. It was a particularly loud moment in the classroom, the teacher was working at her desk, and she was allowing the students to collaborate. This meant that only two people noticed when Connor, sitting next to Evan, had a particularly violent reaction to something, and he began to freely giggle. 

 Evan and Jared both noticed, turning over to look at Connor, who was still trying to stop his giggling. 

 "Sohohohory ihihihihits thehehehehe sohohohoulmahahate thihihihihing ihihi thihihihihink," Connor giggles out his apology, giving up his tough exterior for a moment, knowing that t wouldn't work in this circumstance anyways. 

Jared stopped thinking about tickling his soulmate and looked at Connor more thoroughly, his eyes filled with curiosity. 

Jared whispered something to Evan, and Evan began to think about tickling his soulmate instead of Jared, through Jared's struggles to keep down his laughter, he once again noticed as Connor reacted to the touches. 

 Evan stopped once he got a nod from Jared. 

 "Connor, do you know your soulmate?" Jared asked. 

 "No?" 

 "Well you do now," Evan began, "and it appears as if you have two of them." 

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 After finding out that the three of them were soulmates, it took them a long time to warm up to Connor, but once he let them in, he was sweet, kind, and caring (also a little clingy but Jared seemed to be the only one who was jokingly bothered by it). Eventually, Evan was the one who ended up asking Connor if he wanted to be his and Jared's boyfriend, and Connor had agreed. 

 Now, they were in Jared's room, playing Injustice 2 on his PS4. 

 Evan and Connor were playing, Evan playing as Aquaman, and Connor playing as Black Canary, claiming "hey, if I weren't the gayest person in here, I would totally be in love with her, she'd be the superhero I'd have my wet dreams about." 

 Evan was kicking Connor's ass, so Connor began to think of tickling Evan's underarms. Evan threw the remote across the room, squealing.

"Cohohohonohohor yohohoure cheheheating," Jared spoke, also feeling the touches that were addressed towards Evan. He walked over to Connor and placed his hand on Connor's shoulder, the touches stopping. 

 "You know," Jared began, looking at Evan and Connor. "We never did get revenge on Connor for all of those times he 'tickled' us senseless," Jared finished, putting air quotes on 'tickled'. 

 Connor's expression turned to one of panic, as got up and tried to back up out of the room. Jared however, was not taking any of it, and he grabbed Connor by his hips, picking him up and throwing him onto the bed, pinning him. It all happened so fast that all Connor could do was look shocked, staring up at Jared.  

From the other side of the room, Evan got up, walking over to the bed. 

 "This is really going to suck for you," Evan teased, taking Connor's hands from Jared and pinning them above his head. 

 "I-I'm sorry, i d-didn't e-e-even think I had a s-soulmate," Connor spoke quickly, attempting to get out of the grasp of his captors. 

 Jared shook his head, expressing that there would be no way for Connor to get out of this one, and then he began. 

Jared's fingers found their way to Connor's ribs, and Connor started to giggle right away. 

 "Nohohoho stahahap," Connor giggle out, thrashing. Jared continued, counting Connor's ribs one by one, as if giving him a check up. 

 "Stop squirming, you're making me lose count," Jared exclaimed, smiling as Connor's face turned redder. 

 Jared's fingers found their way to Connor's belly, and his laughter increased slightly, especially when Jared's fingers got closer to Connor's belly button. 

 "Hey Evan, what's my favourite fruit?" Jared asked, looking towards Evan.

 Connor's bucking got a little bit more violent, as he shook his head rapidly.

 "Hmmmmm..... I think your favourite fruit is raspberries." Evan answered, a smirk finding it's way onto his face. 

 "You're right!" Jared responded, bringing his face down to Connor's tummy. 

 "no no no no no no NOHOHOHOHO JAHAHAHAHAREHEHED PLEHEHEASE," Connor screeched, the ticklish touches driving him nuts.

Eventually after a few minutes of raspberries, Jared began to tickle with his fingers once again, moving down to Connor's hips. He looked up, as Connor's laughter increased a lot more than he expected, and noticed that Evan had began to tickle Connor's ribs with his free hand. 

 "What's wrong Connor? Can't take a little tickle huh? Mr 'Tough Guy Murphy' reduced to tears by a few hands?" Jared teased, Connor going redder than Jared knew possible.

 "STAHAHAHAP EVEHEHEHAHAHAHAN HAHAHAHVE SOHOHOHOHOME MEHEHEHEHEHERCY!" Connor screamed, his head back and his legs kicking.

 Jared was beginning to worry that Connor would pass out, so he decided to go in for the kill. His hands found Connor's knees, as Evan's found Connor's underarms.

 "NOHO!" Connor screamed, before falling into silent laughter, his body going limp. Jared and Evan kept going for a minute or so, before ceasing, letting Connor go.

The tallest boy rolled himself into a ball, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes.

 "Yohou guys ahare assholes," he told them as the last few giggles escaped his mouth. Eventually he calmed down, his breath returning. He moved closer to Jared, laying down into him, and he opened his arms for Evan to be his little spoon, and there they lied, falling asleep cuddling. 

 Soulmates.

[curled-up-blushing]

Omfg... 4 I can’t 💖💖💖

COULD YOU POSSIBLY DRAW SOME LEE!CONNOR MURPHY WITH LITERALLY ANYONE AS THE LER...HE IS MY BABEY

HERE YOU ARE!!! TALL BABIE BOY

the ler is supposed to be evan but i dont know how to Draw Him nnnghghgmbgvf

[bandtrees]

the plot of dear evan hansen except told through the google doc of evan’s callout post

[ticklishraspberries]

Caught (Connor/Miguel, Zoe)

Summary: Zoe comes home to find that her brother has snuck someone over. (Listen, okay. I know there are like ten people in this fandom, but I cannot choose what my brain decides to fixate on. I am a sucker for Connor/Miguel, and a sucker for Murphy sibling bonding, and this fic just spilled out. So, take this self-indulgent thing and I hope you enjoy it!!)

Zoe completely forgot that the jazz band had canceled rehearsal that afternoon, and she lugs her guitar all the way to their practice room before realizing, letting out a groan. She carries her guitar all the way back to her car, getting into the driver’s seat and playing some Phoebe Bridgers for her ride home, shamelessly singing along.

Ever since Connor transferred to Hanover, she’s had the car to herself, which gives her the freedom to blast her music and stop by Starbucks whenever she wants. Even with the detour for coffee, she’s home much earlier than she would be on a normal Tuesday. She toes off her Converse by the front door, places her car keys on the table. As she heads towards the stairs, she swears she hears…voices?

Neither of her parents’ cars are in the driveway, and Connor isn’t usually the type to talk to himself, and even if he was, there are definitely two voices, and they’re laughing. He could be watching a show, but it’s much too loud to be from the television. Any normal person would assume that their brother has a friend over, but Zoe’s never seen Connor bring anyone back to the house. Better yet, she’s never known any of Connor’s friends, and always just assumed that he has none. Curiosity and confusion overtake her as she climbs the stairs, and she knocks on the door.

The giggling doesn’t stop — her big brother, giggling, a sound she hasn’t heard since they were children. She can also hear an unfamiliar voice say something, but the thick wood of the door muffles the words. Clearly they hadn’t heard her knock, so she pushes the door open, brows furrowed and questions ready on her tongue.

Connor is half-pinned to his navy blue sheets, long hair messy and hoodie pushed above his navel, cheeks red. A good-looking, tan-skinned boy that Zoe didn’t recognize is the one hovering over him, tickling his sides and grinning like mad. She only catches it for a split second before they both jump at her arrival, drawing away from one another like they’d been caught doing something much less innocent.

“Zoe, what the fuck?” Connor asks, and his voice sounds breathless, trying to fix his rucked up shirt. “Did you forget how to fuckin’ knock?”

Zoe can’t tell if he’s more angry or embarrassed, and figures he’s teetering somewhere in between. An angry Connor is never a good thing, but can’t bring herself to care in that moment, still unsure if this is some kind of fever dream. “Sorry, I just heard…Who are you?” she asks, looking at the other boy.

“I’m Miguel,” he replies, sounding significantly less flustered than her brother. “I’m Connor’s, uh, friend. Nice to meet you.”

Connor huffs, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. They’re both clearly a bit stoned, and Zoe can still smell the smoke lingering in the room.

She gives Miguel a smile. “Nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in, I was just surprised…Connor doesn’t usually have friends over.”

“And you aren’t usually home ‘til four on Tuesdays,” Connor replies at the same time that Miguel says, “No worries.”

“Jazz band was canceled. I didn’t think I had to tell you, since I didn’t think you’d be sneaking a friend over,” she says. “I’ll warn you next time, I guess. And I won’t tell mom and dad, either.”

Connor fiddles with the strings on his hoodie, pointedly looking anywhere but at Zoe or Miguel, and it’s actually kind of hilarious to see her brother so clearly flustered. “Whatever. Thanks, I guess,” he mutters.

Zoe nods, and there’s an awkward beat of silence before she’s reaching for the doorknob, intending to go back to her room and study. But before she shuts the door all the way, a mischievous little lightbulb goes off over her head. She had honestly forgotten that her brother was ticklish at all, as it wasn’t knowledge she put to use anymore. They had stopped being physically playful with one another by the time she was ten, but now, she remembers it clear as day, wrestling and making one another shriek with laughter.

“Hey, Miguel?” she says, peeking back into the room.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Zoe’s eyes flicker to Connor, and she smirks. “If I remember correctly, his knees are really bad. Have fun!” She shuts the door and strolls down the hallway to her own bedroom. She hears Connor yell “traitor!” before dissolving into laughter once again, and for the first time in years, she feels a fondness towards her older brother that she thought had been lost.

Whoever this Miguel guy is, she hopes he’s good for Connor. As strained as their relationship has become, Zoe knows that deep down, she loves her brother and wants him to get better. She knows that dating someone (because she has a sneaking suspicion that Miguel is more than a friend) won’t “fix” him, but maybe it will give him a push in the direction of healing.

About an hour passes before she hears two pairs of footsteps head down the stairs, which she assumes is Miguel leaving. She glances out her window and watches him walk out to his car, Connor following behind him. Before Miguel gets into the driver’s seat, he leans forward and presses a kiss to Connor’s lips. Called it, she thinks.

Miguel drives off and she watches her brother walk back towards the house, hears him make his way back up the stairs and to his bedroom. It makes her heart feel a little lighter, realizing her brother still has a soft side after all these years.

When her parents come home, she takes her seat at the dinner table and shoots Connor a look, a tiny smile. He responds by subtly flipping her off, but there’s no malice behind it. Zoe decides that the next time that jazz band is canceled, she’ll bring home coffee for Connor and Miguel, too.

[happyandticklish]

here to ask for connor/miguel from deh for the dynamic thing 👀

Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

I would argue that they are both cute, but Connor's is more conventionally cute as his is ass high-pitched giggles and snorts, whereas Miguel's is more of a deep, charismatic belly laugh kind of thing.

What are their tickle spots?

Miguel's whole torso is pretty bad, specifically his upper ribs/armpit area. His feet are fucking death spots and no one is allowed to touch them, not even Connor. Connor's main ones are his hips, knees, and neck. Anywhere where body parts are being connected lol.

Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

Connor's wrists/inner arms are weirdly sensitive, especially to nails or feathers.

Who gets cheer-up tickles?

CONNOR omfg all the time. I will say, it's not so much cheer-up tickles as it is aftercare after the actual cheering up has happened, or to get him out of a grumbly mood.

Do either of them try to hide their ticklishness?

They both do, Connor for his reputation, and Miguel for his basic survival. He grew up in a house with a bunch of other siblings, so he's gotten pretty good at hiding his reactions well enough to keep himself from being the one pinned down in any kind of tickle fight.

Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while trying to take off their shirt?

Connor does lol he's pretty self-conscious about undressing in front of Miguel, so even if they're about to move into anything else, he'll leave the room before actually removing his shirt. Miguel has no such hold-ups, and Connor thinks it's funny how the surprise of it makes him let out this fucking squawk of a laugh in his mangled attempt to bring his arms back down in protection.

How did they discover each other's ticklishness?

Connor has a stupidly ticklish neck, and after a high Miguel started noticing how his breath would hitch whenever he kissed too lightly there, and from then on he began his own experiments into fully discovering the depths of this weakness. Connor found out because he was having dinner with Miguel at his house (because in this universe Connor is fine and things have escalated such that Connor has told his parents about their relationship), and they were discussing stories of the notorious tickle fights Zoe and Connor used to get into when they were little. And innocently Miguel related that he had gone through his fair share of those with his family, a significant amount of which he lost. Connor didn't say anything at the time, merely tucked the information away for later use.

Who can't take tickle bites/raspberries?

Fucking. Connor. Does not matter what part of skin it's happening to, my man crumples into a squirming, protesting ball of nerves. Definitely almost took out Miguel's eye with his elbow when the former decided to see if tickle bites worked on his stomach as well.

Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

I'm going to say neither of them, purely because they do not share a household and staying the night was pretty quickly forbidden once both households found out about their relationship.

Who initiates tickle fights?

Always Miguel, Connor could never. I feel like Miguel is a pretty solid switch, so he'll forever be provoking Connor through little pokes or pinches to the side in the hopes of revenge/to mess with him, and sometimes he'll fully scoop Connor up announced and throw him onto whatever available surface there is to wreck his ass.

Who gives up in tickle fights?

Connor mostly, because he's too ticklish not to, but Miguel will if the right spots are targeted.

Who's in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

They both are lol Connor is all flying elbows and feet digging into your sides while being tickled, and Miguel will throw Connor off of him if he's desperate enough. It's a dangerous affair, to say the least, not that they don't risk it 24/7.

Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

As stated before, Miguel will use tickling as means to rile Connor up, as Connor's pretty good about fighting back if Miguel starts something. Connor has memorized the things he needs to say, or the tone of voice he needs to use, for Miguel to tickle him. He is scarily good at getting what he wants in that area, a fact that Miguel called him out on once only to find himself victim to a largescale tickle attack as a result.

[b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b]

Like in that musical you probably don’t know or you absolutely do. >:)

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Jared Kleinman T-Word Headcannons!

Hi! Here are just some little headcannons for everybody’s favourite sass-hole; Jared.

Lee:

- A little sensitive in some places

- Never really gets tickled by anyone though

- Will just slap you if you tickle under his arms

- Doesn’t really giggle at all

- All in all, not that ticklish

Ler:

- This kid is so damn mean when he’s the ler!

- Sass level 3,000

- Literally doesn’t stop until he gets bored, no matter how many begs he gets from his lees

- This guy is RoUgH

- He most often tickles to try and get others to do something 

- He tickled Evan till he cried just to get him to approve some of his email ideas

- Evan isn’t even that ticklish, this guy can even reduce people who aren’t so insanely ticklish to tears!

- Can smell where your worst spot is and can sense what tickle technique will get to you the most

- Oh, and he is just the master of tease!

- His teases are sharp, he never uses baby-talk

- Pretty much the dream ler for lee’s who want to be full on wrecked

- Oh, and you know what makes it worse? YOU CAN’T GET HIM BACK!!!!!!

Ok, who here wants a Jared-y ler? Please give feedback, even though my back’s not that hungry, he can never say no to feedback! (Jeez, when will I stop making that joke?!)