#kc ticklish

[blushyeleven]

take these kc tk hcs while I try find motivation and ideas to write the fic idea that has been sitting in my asks for a week..

lee:

(honestly this is sm easier bc this is cannon!!)

-I would say she is actually quite ticklish

-not a big fan of being tickled, it makes her feel weak.

-although she can’t deny it can be fun sometimes when she needs a break

-will only ever accept being tickled by Marisa

-actually is good at hiding that she’s ticklish unless you just keep tickling her

-will always deny being ticklish

-her most ticklish spots are definitely her sides/stomach (again cannon!!)

-Brett only tickled her once and after she made him promise he would never do it again. Reluctantly he agreed

-has tickle fights occasionally with Marisa

-I feel like Marisa only tickles her when she refuses to go to a party, persuading her to do practically anything and just to annoy her

-absolutely loves aftercare

-if she’s not in the mood she will get annoyed at her lers for a while

-teases dont affect her (she’s a spy people!!)

-will attempt to fight back, but let’s be honest she doesn’t want to hurt Marissa so she would just scream with laughter instead while batting her hands

-although being a great spy, being tickled will definitely make her talk

lers that get her: Marissa, Brentt (once), Damian (once), Ernie.. well Ernie got a kick to the nose so he never did it again

ler:

-definitely the most annoying and teasy ler

-tickles Marissa to annoy her and it works!

-always adds snarky comments

-uses tickling to get people to talk (cannon!) or cheer up but her favourite is just because she feels like being annoying or their annoying her

-she will definitely pin

-sometimes overdose ticking and doesn’t even realise it

-pokes and prods at Marissa side when she gets annoying or to tease her

-probably comes to no surprise but he is very skilled at tickling,

-revenge and tickling people after they get on her verve’s are her favourite

-Kc knows Marissa hates being tickled, so it’s hilarious for kc to watch Marissa just burst out laughing and getting annoyed. Sweet revenge

-Can never resist laughing at her lees state afterwards

-will tease for how squirmy her Lee is

-only tickles Ernie if there having a childish argument and Ernie turns cocky

-thinks tickling people is so entertaining and funny

-people NEVER and I mean NEVER ask her for tickles, because last time they did they learned it’s not the soft tickles they were hoping for, it was kc full on wrecking them.

-the only time she ever soft tickled if Marissa is upset and needs comfort so she will start of slowly

teases that she uses:

“awh it’s a shame.. would hate for me to use my most affective measurement”

“your just asking for it at this point”

“I know other ways to make you talk”

“You wanna laugh that badly? Alright!”

“you have a lot of nerve for somebody who is extremely ticklish”

“don’t push your luck. You know I will wreck you”

“now are you going to stop being annoying or am I going have to tickle you until you stop?”

lees that she gets: marissa, Ernie, brett, Judy

#kc undercover tickle #kc undercover #kc undercover tickle headcanons #kc cooper #kc ler #kc lee #kc ticklish

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

I’m about to go to sleep but I must… I have thoughts.

Instead of all that awful angsty stuff with KC dying and all that, when he can tell his sons are trying to provoke him he decides to give them what they want in his own way. Just pins down their arms and is like “you want to see my violence? I’ll show you violence” and then tickles the ever loving fuck out of them. Immediately goes for the pits and since that’s a weak point they fucking lose it much to his delight. Tickles his naughty squirmy twins who are wiggling trying to escape their ticklish fate but can’t because they’re being pinned down. They try to claw and stab at him but are so taken off guard by the tickles after not having any physical contact for most of their lives that they’re just complete noodles. They manage to sit up and KC just uses it as a chance to blow raspberries into their neck, and they downright SHRIEK.

#sams au #tickles rambles #sams bloodmoon #sams killcode #sfw tickling community #Lee bloodmoon

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Moon: *pokes KC’s stomach* Lean over you tall fucker, I need to threaten you.

Kill Code Moon: *squeaks and tries not to let on that he’s ticklish*

Moon: *yanks him down and starts tickling him*

Kill Code Moon: *struggling and melting into a tickle-drunk puddle of KC*

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf moon #kill code moon #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #aka my missing 8pm post #from february 4 #sfw tickling

[anxious-lee-ler]

A Killcode and His Sons

KC sighed as he watched the Computer twins work. One was working on dimensional travel, and Zero was working a body for KC for his return to the real world. The taller animatronic watched as the two stressed. Zero had been shocked again, and One was talking with Moon.

Oh Moon… KC worried… Moon was the reason he was in the system… and the reason Moon had lost his memories…

Wait. Zero got hurt again? KC sat up as he looked over at the smaller bot. This is when his dad instincts kicked in. His new sons needed to cheer up. After Moon left to go talk to Sun, KC scooped up a now startled and confused One, then did the same to Zero.

"What are you doing, Killcode?" One asked curiously, unsure of the tall one's motives.

"I… want to cheer up… my children…" KC admitted.

"But we are not built from your kill code, KC…" Zero added, not to be mean, he was more confused.

"I… understand that…" KC sighed.

"What do you plan to do to cheer us up?" One decided to change the subject, knowing it was touchy for KC.

"Well…" KC suddenly smirked "I have an idea in mind…~"

"What's with that tease-?" Zero started to ask before he was cut off with a "YEEP?!"

One caught on quick as to what KC's motives were and started to try and wiggle out of his claw with a nervous smile.

"Oh?~ Are my sons… ticklish?~"

"N-now Kill Code-! We can talk about this-!" One stuttered.

"Can we? You've been so stressed that I… wanted to help."

"By t-tickling us? Eep!" Zero squeaked again as KC's pinky claw lightly scratched at the upper part of his shell.

"Do you not wish to be? I see Moon do this with Sun."

"...No, it's fine. You wish to help us, and we honestly need this." One nodded.

"I'm fine with it, we trust you after all." Zero added.

"Thank you…" KC smiled "Now… Where were we?~"

The two didn't respond as KC hovered a claw over each of their tummies. "Who shall go first?~" the kill code animatronic knew he would go for both at once, but hey there's no shame in playing with your lees.~ He did this with the Bloodmoon twins a lot.

"Let's see… There's a cute tummy here, and one here as well~"

Zero blushed harder than he would admit. He was always the more ticklish out of the two. One simply coughed and turned his pink face. But that attitude didn't last long as two claws started to tickle both of their tummies.

"EEK! Hehehehahaha! Nahahahahaheheheee!" Zero squealed.

"Shihihihihihit! Gyahahahaha!" One tried to fight his laughter.

"No need to fight, little ones…" KC smiled softly "Your laughter is cute~"

"Ihehehehe refuhuhuhuhuse to believe THAHAHAHA?!" One shrieked as a claw started going after the spot between where his middle met the lower half, or namely what humans call 'hips.'

"Hehehehe whahahahat was thahahat brother?" Zero teased through laughter of his own.

KC chuckled at the two, and targeted Zero's ribs again, causing him to squeal and laugh in a pitch equal to One's. "My sons…" KC smiled to himself, purring.

But with the purring, came the vibrations through his hands, making the two bots squeal once more from the unexpected up in ticklishness.

"WHAHAHA?!" One called out in confusion.

Zero only laughed, not knowing what to really say. The tickles were starting to be a bit much, however. The two weren't used to being tickled for this long and they were starting to glitch out.

KC took notice of this and immediately stopped. "Are you two okay…?"

"F-f-fihihihine-" Zero giggled, voice glitching.

"Nehehehever been better-" One responded, trying to catch himself.

"But… you are glitching…? This… isn't good." KC said with concern.

The two caught themselves, thankfully. One piped up "It is f-f-fine Killcode."

"I-It is not your fa-ult." Zero reassured.

KC sighed and pulled the two close to hug them, not saying a word. Zero and One nodded at each other and started to tickle along KC's metal neck, making the taller one burst into surprise laughter.

"WHAHAHA-! Youhuhuhuhu buggerherherherherhers!" KC laughed, and wiggled around.

"Heh… I guess even father's can be ticklish~" Zero teased.

"I have to agree." One chuckled.

Soon the two stopped and hugged KC. Maybe having KC as a dad wasn't so bad… even if they weren't actually his code.

#fnaf tickles #fnaf kc #fnaf kill code #sun and moon show tickles #my fic #tickle fic #switch!kc #switch!zero #switch!one #one and zero are moons computer

[samslittles]

Are any of the littles ticklish?

Moon: N-no?

Lunar: Moon is very ticklish.

0: Ve-

1: Very ticklish

Moon: *through gritted teeth* Shut up

...

Sun: yes. *fixes his crown*

Monty: *Glares at you* No.

Eclipse: *yes he is*

Rays: *Giggles* Noooo~

...

KC: Yes the twins are ticklish, but Please don't tickle them right now. *holds back a whine as the twins continue to wail*

...

Ruin: we are, but please don't tickle us, I don't want you to get hurt.

Jigsaw: ...

...

Crescent: *suddenly very far away*

#zazzxxzazzxcallie #asks #age regression #sun and moon show

[ticklishlasquadra]

Go the Fuck to Sleep (OC tickle fic)

Another mini fic? Yep! This time it features my OCs Gigi, Elias, and KC.

KC is a perfectionist who never wants to sleep. Gigi and Elias are going to make sure he finally goes tf to sleep.

“Oh, hey. Why are you guys here?”

KC stared at two of his friends standing right at his front door. Not that he didn’t love seeing Gigi and Elias, but it was completely unexpected. Not to mention he was in the middle of sewing part of Anya’s new dress.

“Wow, no ‘oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you!’? Not even a ‘come on in, guys, I got snacks’? Some host you are,” Gigi scoffed, crossing their arms over their chest.

“It’s not like I knew you two were coming,” KC pointed out, stepping to the side and letting them into his house. He guided them to his couch, the three sitting down. “Uh, as much I love you guys, I’m kind of busy. Did you need something?”

Gigi and Elias shared a determined look, nodding at each other before looking back at KC.

“Yeah, we need to have a little chat,” Elias said, Gigi bobbing their head in agreement.

“We sure do! KC…” Gigi sounded serious, almost comically serious. “When’s the last time you got some sleep?”

KC froze. That was…a good question. He remembered shutting his eyes for like ten minutes earlier that morning. Did that count?

“I, uh, well. Maybe Friday?”

“KC, it’s MONDAY!” Elias exclaimed, his eyes wide. They knew KC tended to be a night owl, but this was getting ridiculous.

“I know, I know,” KC put up his hands before running a hand through his long blonde hair. “But I’m almost done with a dress I’m making for Anya, so it’s just easier for me to keep working through the night-“

Gigi and Elias shared another look, Gigi being the one to finally break eye contact.

KC couldn’t help but look unnerved. He was definitely in trouble.

“Alright, that’s it!” It took all of three seconds for Gigi to tackle KC on the couch and straddle his hips.

KC looked up at Gigi, knowing he could probably unseat them pretty easily since they’re so small. But he knew better to do that.

“You’re going to sleep one way or another,” Gigi threatened playfully.

Without any fanfare, they dug their fingers under KC’s arms, making him yelp.

“HEY! St-stop, ya little gremlin!” KC gasped, immediately slamming his arms down. All that did was trap Gigi’s wiggling fingers in place.

“Not a chance,” they cackled. “Besides, you seem to want to keep my hands right where they are, so maybe you liiiike it~!”

Gigi managed to move their hands out from under KC’s arms and moved them down to his ribs. That got a bigger reaction, the blond man bursting into loud giggles.

“Wahahahait!” he tried to reason with his friend, but it was a fruitless effort.

“Waaaait~! Someone is tiiiiicklish, and I’m gonna keeeeep tickling~!” Gigi cooed teasingly, making KC’s cheeks flush a light pink.

KC had almost forgot that Elias was there as well, only remembering when he felt nails on his bare feet.

“SHIHIHIHIT, ELIAS, NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” he howled, even the lightest of tickles on his feet making him crazy.

“Oh yeah, Eli, KC has ticklish lil’ feet,” Gigi smirked as they moved their fingers down from KC’s ribs to his sides, then back up again.

Elias chuckled mischievously as he wrapped an arm around KC’s ankle and held them tight. He then spidered his fingers up KC’s sole, up to the balls of his feet and down to his heels.

KC was too busy laughing his head off to try and catch Gigi’s wrists, even though his hands were free.

“Ohohohohokay, ohohohohkay, I wihihihill gohohoho to SLEHEHEHEEP!” KC’s voice pitched upwards the second Elias’s fingers brushed under his toes.

“Hmmm, why don’t I believe that? Oh, right, because you always say that and you never do,” Gigi snorted, shaking their head. “Keep doin’ what you’re doing, Elias, I think it’s working!”

“Aye aye, captain,” Elias sang as he tickled under and between KC’s toes, while Gigi still focused on his ribs and sides.

KC begged and laughed and then begged some more. It was not until he could feel his eyes watering with tears that his friends finally stopped tickling him.

Gigi hopped off of him and Elias let go of his ankles. They looked hopefully at KC, who was on his back, staring at the ceiling and catching his breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his eyelids suddenly starting to feel heavy. The tickling wore him out much more than he thought it would. His body felt relaxed for once, and he didn’t even realize he was falling asleep until it happened.

The only noise in the room was KC’s soft breaths as he slept until Gigi let out a quiet, celebratory “yay!”. “Our job here is done. Hopefully he stays asleep,” they said, both friends getting off the couch and tiptoeing their way to the front door.

“Piggyback?” Gigi asked, giving Elias their best puppy eyes.

Elias rolled his eyes fondly. “Hop on,” he said, waiting for Gigi to jump on his back before walking out and closing the door.

#tickling #tickle fic #my ocs #/elias #/gigi #/kc #male tickling #rib tickling #feet tickling #tickle fanfiction

[birdiely]

Not to sound rude but pls can I have some ler and lee headcanons for Diavolo? Sorry I just think he's really cool and there's not enough fluff content of him and ur one of my favourite blogs and stuff, it's fine if not tho

- uwu

you're not being rude at all! but yes there's not nearly enough content for him 100% agree also sorry this is so late dmfmdlf

Diavolo lee/ler headcannons

lee

- anticipation doesn't work on him

-catching him off guard though gets him so good he will shriek

-he has a pretty good poker face when it comes to teasing but once you start actually tickling him he just loses it

-mans is way too ticklish for his own good

-side squeezes make him crumble, his knees buckle immediately

-he tries to use his stand as a defense/to predict where the ler is gonna go next but every time he gets too flustered to even summon kc

-its actually pretty hard to make him flustered, not too many teased get to him. but if you target a really good spot first and then tease him he gets flustered

-his palms are a big melt spot for him

-his arms are surprisingly ticklish

-like no one expects that spot but once you find it oh boy

ler

-he uses anticipation a lot

-he likes to go for the lee's worst spot first and lesser spots after

-he's usually wearing some kind of fake nails that're super tickly

-he usually uses tactics that work on him

-he claims provoking doesn't work on him, it absolutely does

-he loves tickle games

-chasing games are his favorite though

-he likes to trace shapes and write words on his lees with his nails

-you would think he'd be a rough ler but he's surprisingly soft

-but if you ask him to be rough?? RIP

#jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba #jojo part 5 #jjba vento auero #diavolo jojo #tickling #diavolo jjba #sfw tickling #headcanons #uwu anon

[ticklish-big-buttons-on-clothes]

Sumiko and KC giggled as they approached Tasha's Terribly Ticklish Tickling Touch Therapy

Both of them could feel the pulse in their throats as their excitement grew; they were both very ticklish and yet being tickled both horrified and delighted them at the same time

As they entered Therapy, Tasha grinned at them with very bright eyes for she had noticed that they were both wearing white safari styled jumpsuits that had big shiny white buttons marching down the front and big shiny white buttons on all the pockets

Tasha: ‘Each of your big buttons says ‘I'm Very Ticklish’, … Hehehehe! … You advertise how ticklish you are'

Sumiko and KC started giggling and looked at each other with very bright eyes

Sumiko: ‘Hehehehe! … Yes, we do! … Hehehehe’

KC: ‘We signed up for the hour long Tickle Test! … Hahahahaa!’

Both Sumiko and KC were biting their lips with giggling apprehension

Tasha couldn’t wait to get these two strapped to her futon; their giggling apprehension and their big buttons advertising their ticklishness made her eyes very bright

These two didn’t know what they were in for

[lord-owlsnake]

5, 6 and 7 for Alex!

5. Guilty pleasures: Oh that's definitely Minecraft

6. Their vices (physical or emotional): he spends way too much money on those fancy light up keyboards. And nice clothes. I guess style is his vice. Also gives me an excuse to draw him in fancy dress shirts lmao. KC used to drive him a bit up the wall with her clothing choices.

7. Their tickle spots: he isnt ticklish lmao

#alex

[lalainajanes]

kc + we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop

Five seconds after walking into the courtyard, Carolinerealizes she’s miscalculated.

Super annoying because planning on being nearly late hasbeen making her anxious all freaking day.

It looks like her neighbors are all present and accountedfor, which she should haveanticipated. Last quarter’s tenants meeting had resulted in a screaming matchand Mrs. Bolton’s carefully frosted cupcakes being used as projectiles – such awaste of the fluffiest buttercream Caroline’s ever had the pleasure of tasting.Obviously, no one wants to miss this little shindig and the possibility of highdrama.

The folding chairs are all filled. Except one.

The one next to Klaus.

Damn it.

They’d shared the usual meaningless break up platitudes. Theones about how they really liked each other as people and should still stayfriends and blah blah blah. Caroline’s never been in quite this situation, atleast as an adult. She’d known falling for a neighbor was a gamble but Klaushad seemed like a risk she needed to take. Since they’d fizzled she’s beencarefully avoiding him.

If only Klaus would have the courtesy to follow her lead.

She’s held her breath and checked the peephole every timeshe’s left her apartment. A Klaus-free hallway means she can bolt for thestaircase. She’s gotten some odd looks from her neighbors on the instances heroutfits had required heels. She’s ignored them, slipped the shoes on in thelobby, because the last thing she needs is a broken ankle.

Knowing Klaus he’d take such an opportunity and run with it.She’d need help if she were injured, with groceries and laundry and gettingmeals together. He’d be charming and helpful, all in the name of beingneighborly. He’d make her laugh and she’d see him in her apartment again, lounging on her couch and messing with her knick knacks, and Caroline can’tallow that. Not until she’sover him.

Any day now.

Their friend groups are pretty solidly intertwined and sheknows he’s been asking about her. Caroline’s not entirely sure why, since he’d been the one to backoff.

She’d been super pissed two months ago. Now she’s justconfused. She doesn’t trust the Klaus-shields she’s got in place just yet,can’t risk him slithering passed.

Klaus smiles at her, lifts his hand in a cheery little wave.Tips his head in the direction of the single empty seat tucked cozily betweenhim and the wall.

He’s probably done the intimidating murder eyes thing he’s sogood at to save it.

Caroline pastes on a bright smile – because she’s so notwilling to let him win the breakup –and makes her way over to him. He stands to let her pass. “Hey, Klaus,” shegreets. She keeps it warm, casual. Hopes it sounds natural. She scans the roomto avoid looking at him, holds her breath. Meeting his eyes with his body soclose, smelling the cologne that used to linger on her sheets, is dangerous.

“Caroline,” hemurmurs. When he sits his thigh presses to hers and she hurriedly crosses herlegs to cut odd the contact. “It seems you’ve been busy lately. I haven’t seenyou in what, two weeks?”

Clearly, Klaus had missed the post-breakup etiquette day atadulting school. He’s not supposed to call her out like that.

Caroline manages to laugh, “Has it been that long? One of mycoworkers broke her leg so I’ve been covering for her.”

That’s a big fat lie and she crosses her fingers Klaus won’task a follow up question. Luckily, Alaric Saltzman stands calls the meeting toorder. He starts talking about the meeting’s agenda. Caroline holds in a huffof annoyance. He’s talking slowly, probably already a few drinks in, and that’sonly going to prolong her torment. She’dread the materials that had been circulated already but, having lived in this buildingfor three years now, she knows that few other people would have bothered toprepare.

She stiffens when she feels Klaus lean in, his breathruffling the curls that have come loose from her top knot. “Care to liven thismeeting up with a wager, love?”

Her eyes widen and she almost chokes. A few people glanceover and Caroline hopes she hasn’t turned visibly red. “That would be highlyinappropriate,” she hisses and oh god she sounds like one of the Mystic Fallschurch busybodies who’d sniffed about the unladylike length of Caroline’sskirts in high school.

A sound of amusement comes from Klaus and she resists theurge to dig a sharp elbow into his ribcage. Mostly because touching him is a terrible idea. “My, someone’s thinkingimpure thoughts.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” she mutters. They’d bet sexual favorslast time (and Caroline has very fondmemories or collecting her winnings).

“As delightful as such bets would be,” Klaus says, soundinglike he in no way objects to the concept, “I was thinking cash. Five dollarssays Damon Salvatore’s once again behind on his recycling dues.”

Does he think she’s an amateur? She’s lived here longer thanhe has. “Please. That’s a sucker’s bet. You’re going to have to do better.”

She catches a hint of a smile, distinctly triumphant, beforeKlaus sobers, his head tipping back like he’s thinking deeply.

His next proposal is far more reasonable. She counters withanother. She finds herself relaxing, biting her lip to keep from giggling atKlaus’ more pointed observations about their neighbors.

She walks out of the meeting with an extra seven dollars inher pocket wondering if maybe, just maybe, she can stop with the ninjaavoidance moves.

A few days later, Caroline’s staring blankly at the fourtrays of cookies cooling on her kitchen island. She’d had a moderately crappyday at work and when she’d stopped at the grocery store on the way home anendcap of chocolate chips had caught her eye.

Hence the stress baking. She’s done it on autopilot,doubling the recipe, and now she’s got 64 cookies to deal with.

She’ll take some to work but her office is small and two ofher coworkers have been on health kicks. She’ll get serious evil eyes if shebrings in more than a dozen. She’s gotten used to Klaus taking baked goods offher hands. The man has an impressive sweet tooth but doesn’t even own a cookiesheet and he’s never had any qualms with storing the leftovers in his freezerand whipping them out whenever his agent calls him in for a meeting.

Apparently, he’s significantly better liked by the variouseditors and admins at his publishing company now.

Maybe she could just pop over and see if he still wantsthem. Just because he’s not her boyfriend anymore doesn’t mean Caroline doesn’twish him success.

Mentally patting herself on the back for her emotionalmaturity, Caroline grabs a Tupperware container and loads it up.

And then she runs to her room to put on something cuter thanan old Whitmore hoodie and flour dusted leggings. She switches out her sportsbra for something with more lift but draws the line at makeup. She isn’t tryingto impress Klaus, or anything. She’sjust making herself presentable.

She grabs her keys and exits her apartment. She takes thefew steps to Klaus’ door at an abnormally fast pace, raps sharply before shecan chicken out.

She can hear him on the other side, knows he must bechecking the peephole and it’s a struggle not to fidget or let her face dosomething weird. The locks scrape and Klaus looks pleased when he appears. Abit shocked too, but Caroline can’t blame him considering the lengths she’sgone to lately to avoid seeing his face.

“Caroline,” he says slowly, glancing down the hall like heexpects hidden cameras. “To what do I…”

He’s being stiff, a little formal, a tell that he’s notentirely confident. It makes Caroline feel a little better about her ownnerves. She jiggles the container a bit. “I baked. Kind of excessively.”

“Bad day?” he asks knowingly.

It’s tempting to say yes. To sigh and let her rigid postureloosen and unload like she used to. Klaus had never minded listening to her,not even when she got off track and rambled about issues that were onlytangentially related. He used to sit at her kitchen island and listen to hervent, calmly making his way through a stack of cookies while she’d eliminatedall traces of flour from her countertops and scrubbed down her mixer.

He’d ask questions and scoff at stupid things her clientshad done. The few times he’d stopped by her office he’d been cool anddismissive of the coworkers she didn’t like and Caroline had kind of enjoyedit. Petty? Yes. But she liked the proof that he’d paid attention.

She wonders if it would be so bad to be honest. To try totalk to him.

He’s watching her, waiting patiently for an answer andCaroline notes a smudge of ink on his neck. That his hair’s mussed and he’swearing worn jeans and a t-shirt that’s grey now but was probably blue of blackonce upon a time.

She knows that shirt, remembers how soft it was against hercheek as she’d laid draped over Klaus on his couch. It’s got a hole on the leftside, directly over a spot that Klaus lies and claims isn’t ticklish. Herfinger had always found it, wormed inside to stroke his skin, and whatever TVshow they’d been watching would quickly be forgotten.

The memories are too vivid. The times she’d managed to pinhim and dig her fingers into his skin, until he’d shaken with silent laughter,his eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched to keep the sounds in. Sometimes he’dbeen faster, had flipped her over and gotten revenge, until she’d been gaspingfor breath and pleading for mercy, sides aching but so freaking happy.

They can’t be friends, not when she can’t forget what it waslike to be more.

“Kind of,” Caroline snaps, angrier than she’d meant to be.She shoves the cookies in his direction and Klaus barely has a hold on thembefore she’s backing away. The container wobbles and he steps forward, pullingit closer. “I just didn’t want them to go to waste. I’ve got dinner on thestove, so…”

Another lie. She was going to order a pizza but she’s goingto have to scrounge something edible from her cupboards now.

“Wait,” he calls, “Caroline…”

She ignores him, turning, yanking her keys out of herpocket. She’s laser focused, jams the key into the lock.

“Caroline, can’t we just…”

He’s closer and she shakes her head, getting the door openand stepping in, “Maybe another time. Have a good night!”

She’s got the door closed before she’s finished speaking.Caroline presses back against it, sorely tempted to give her head a coupleknocks against it.

What had she been thinking?

She can hear Klaus, faintly, in the hallway. Can’t quitemake out what he says.

It’s at least two minutes before she hears his door shut.

“Caroline, darling, is that a new dress? You look positivelyedible.”

Huh. That’s suspicious.

Caroline’s used to Kol’s lavish compliments, knows to be onguard when he whips them out because it usually means he’s done something she’sgoing to hate. Or needs a favor. She drops her purse on the table by his door,takes the very large glass of red wine he hands her. Takes a healthy sipbecause she might need it. “What do you want, Kol?”

Kol’s got his most contrite expression on though Carolinesees a tiny bit of something else in his eyes. Glee, maybe. Anticipation,definitely. “There’s been a bit of a mix up,” he explains.

Well, that’s barely helpful.

“And…” she prompts.

He sighs, drapes his arm over her shoulder. “Bekah didn’tknow that you had custody of the group tonight. Nik stopped by her place todrop off something he’d borrowed and she dragged him along to dinner.”

“So Klaus is…” Kol’s steered her to face the kitchen andthere’s the answer to her question. Klaus is in the living room, talking toMarcel, his back to her. “Here,” Caroline finishes. “Does he know…?”

“That you’re here? We told him you’d be along shortly. Hesaid he didn’t mind though he’d leave if you did. I assured him that I thought we could all be adults.” Helooks at her, disapproving, and Caroline cannot believe that she is being judged by Kol Mikaelson ofall people.

“Are you seriously attempting to use reverse psychology onme right now?”

Kol grins, “Depends. Is it working?”

She takes another sip of wine that might technically be moreof a gulp. Kol’s brows rise but he’s smart enough not to comment. “I don’t seewhy I have to be the bigger person,”Caroline complains. “He got weird. And he broke up with me.”

Kol’s kind enough not to comment on her sulkiness, draws hertighter to his side. It’s almost a hug, something she’d sure he’d deny. “Mybrother can be massively thick headed.”

Ugh, how is it that there’s still a tiny part of her brainthat’s offended at the insult?

“That’s one way of putting it,” Caroline mutters.

“I’m sure you’ll be ever so creative and verbose once we getmore liquor into you. Assuming you’re staying?” Caroline nods, drains her wine.She hands Kol the glass. “And Niklaus?” he asks.

Caroline takes a deep breath, her hands coming up to smoothdown her dress. Part of her wants to leave but that would be cowardly. Asmaller, more childish, part of her wants Klaus to leave. He’d do it, Kol hadsaid, probably with a minimum of fuss. There’d be no hiding the reason,however, and she’d hate for Enzo and Kol’s gathering to get awkward.

An evening like this had been inevitable. Two of her veryfavorite people are in love with Mikaelsons (though Katherine’s still super indenial) and it’s kind of a miracle Caroline’s managed to avoid Klaus sociallyfor this long.

She can do this. Hopefully.

She surveys the room. Only a few people have noted herarrival. Kat’s perched on the arm of a chair, and she raises a questioning browwhen Caroline meets her eyes. Klaus is watching her too but he’s wary. Shemanages a smile in his direction, faint and only passingly polite. “He canstay,” she says. “Just don’t expect me to sit next to him at dinner.”

“What kind of host do you think I am?” Kol asks, some of hisoffense genuine.

She smiles sunnily, ducking out from under his arm, “Thekind that’s quick with the refills, I hope.”

Kol heads to the kitchen and Caroline makes her way towardsKatherine. She might be a mature adult but that doesn’t mean she’s not gratefulfor an ally.

Fingers crossed Kol keeps up the heavy pours.

Caroline’s still in the habit of checking to see if thehallway is a Klaus free zone. She does it automatically now, even late on aSunday evening, a bag of trash clutched in her hand.

The coast had seemedclear.

She nearly has a heart attack when she spots Klaus on thefloor, halfway between her doorway and his. He’s sitting down, leaning againstthe wall. His eyes are closed and he’s listing to one side.

She freezes, but only for a second. Then she’s moving, garbagedropped, forgotten, as she lurches over to kneel next to him. She checks hishead first, her hands gentle. “Klaus? Klaus, wake up.” He doesn’t even twitch,slipping further to the left.

Caroline runs one hand over his body, checking for injuries,her other going to his neck. “Please,be okay. I need you to be okay,” she mutters. Feeling around, she finds asteady pulse. “Thank god.”

She’s shaking and she regrets not bothering with any firstaid refreshers after college. Her panic eases slightly when she realizesthere’s no blood, that he’s warm to the touch. She manages to take a shakybreath in. “Klaus, open your eyes.” No response. She shuffles closer, raisingher voice, shaking his shoulder gently. “Klaus, please. Wake up. Tell me whathappened. What do you need?” Caroline leans closer, tipping his head in herdirection and he groans.

Caroline gets a strong whiff of bourbon.

Oh, she’s going to killhim.

“You’re drunk?” she shrieks. “I practically have a heartattack because I think you were freaking deadand you’re…”

His face creases in pain and she presses her lips together,still fuming. His lashes flutter and when he manages to open his eyes they’rehazy, confused. “Sweetheart,” he slurs, “Why’re you…”

He blinks, looking passed her, “Hallway,” he manages, aftera long moment. “Where’s my…”

Klaus’ hands go to pat at his pockets. One of them had beenkeeping him upright-ish and Caroline grabs him before he can hit to floor, tugginguntil he’s propped against the wall. “Careful!” she scolds.

Klaus is either unconcerned or unaware that he’d just nearlyface planted. “Couldn’t find my keys. I think I left them in the car.”

She considers leaving him. He’s a grown up who’d chosen topickle his liver without bothering to ensure he’d get to bed safely. He’s sonot her problem.

She can’t make herself stand up and walk away.

Caroline squeezes her eyes shut, sucks in a breath through herteeth. She’s a little calmer when she opens her eyes again. Klaus is slumpedwhere she left him, sleepy eyed and watching her raptly. “Okay,” she saysbriskly. “Who dropped you off?” She’s got most of Klaus’ usual drinking buddiesin her phone.

“Blonde girl. Pretty, but not as pretty as you.”

The compliment doesn’t land as Klaus had intended. Sheshoves his shoulder, forgetting his lack of balance, has to yank at his shirtto keep him from going down. “You were on a date?” she hisses. She shouldprobably try to keep her lid on her outrage, doesn’t want Klaus to know how herstubborn stupid feelings linger, but maybe he’ll be too out of it to remember.

A girl can dream.

“Pro tip, maybe don’t get falling down drunk on a date.You’re probably not going to get a second.”

He laughs, louder than he usually does, his head tippingback against the wall. She hates herself for it but she studies him moreclosely, looking for a lipstick smudge or a mouth shaped bruise, checking tosee if the buttons of his shirt line up.

When he quiets he reaches for her, his hand circling herwrist. “Don’t want a second. Or even a first. Don’t want her.”

That doesn’t make awhole lot of sense but he’s clearly had an awful lot of bourbon. Carolineignores the jealousy that’s still making her a little sick, does her best to bebusiness like. Once she’s solved this Klaus situation she’ll retreat to thebath tub with her emergency Haagen Daaz. She tries to tug her arm away butKlaus’ is unwilling to be shaken off. “Can you text your new pretty blonde friendand get her to swing back with your keys? Or does Rebekah or Kol have a spareset?” Elijah’s out of town, Caroline knows, won’t be back until Tuesday. They’dchatted about his business trip at Kol and Enzo’s.

“Phone’s dead.”

“Of course it is,” Caroline grumbles. Klaus had availedhimself of the backup charger she carries in her purse way more than she everhad. “I’ll text Kol.”

She pulls back enough to snap a pic of Klaus, sends it off.

Caroline [11:23 PM]:Found: 1 drunk brother.

Caroline [11:23 PM]:Please bring keys and take him off my hands.

Kol [11:24 PM]: Heleft them in the Uber. I found them.

Caroline [11:24 PM]:Awesome.

Caroline [11:24 PM]:Did you have a fun double date?

Caroline [11:24 PM]:I heard Klaus’ new lady friend is pretty.

She regrets the text as soon as she sends it. It’s not herbusiness and Kol will read way toomuch into the statement. Not that it’ll be hard when, even via text, it drips with how pissed she is. Klaus’thumb traces circles on her skin. It’s distracting so she’ll blame him for herimpulsiveness.

Kol [11:25 PM]:What? It was strictly boys only, darling. Marcel got a new job.

She’s not owed an explanation. That doesn’t mean she canresist fishing for one.

Caroline [11:26 PM]:He’s not my boyfriend anymore. You don’t have to cover for him. It’s not likehe’s cheating.

Kol [11:26 PM]:Like I’d have covered for him if he’d have been dumb enough to cheat on you.

Kol [11:27 PM]:The only women he talked to tonight were the waitress and the Uber driver.

Kol [11:27 PM]: Ioffered my world class wingman skills and a red head in a scandalous top madesex eyes but Nik was more interested in his glass.

Kol [11:27 PM]:His many glasses, I should say.

She’s probably a terrible person but she’s pleased. She’llnever admit as much, however.

Caroline [11:28 PM]:I’m confused.

Kol [11:28 PM]:Me too. I’m going to text our Uber driver your number. I gave her $40 to dropNik’s keys off. Will you grab them from her?

Caroline [11:29 PM]:I should make him sleep it off in the hallway.

Kol [11:29 PM]:Probably. But you won’t.

He’s totally right and it’s super annoying.

Caroline [11:29 PM]:Fine.

Caroline [11:30 PM]:I will get him safely inside his apartment but that’s it. I’m not tucking himin, I’m not making sure he’s hydrated. I might steal all the painkillers fromhis medicine cabinet.

Kol [11:31 PM]:Hell hath no fury.

Caroline [11:31 PM]:Shut up.

She’s not scorned, damn it. Klaus hadn’t technically wrongedher in any way. As much as she’d like to she can’t blame him for the lingeringsoft spot she has for him. That’s all on her.

Caroline makes sure her ringer is on, turns the sound wayup, and shoves her phone into her pocket. She debates getting Klaus to stand,hauling him into her place. She suspects he’d make himself at home on her couchand that getting him into his place would be more of a struggle. Instead, shesits next to him, resigns herself to waiting. She turns her head so she canlook at him, “Do you have to puke or anything?”

He makes a noise of denial, his palm slipping over hers. Hemoves closer, his head tipping down to watch as his fingers tangle with hers.She probably shouldn’t be allowing the touching, definitely shouldn’t beenjoying it, but if it keeps Klaus in this quiet and cooperative stage ofdrunkenness she’ll let it happen.

He’d never been particularly fond of PDA. Except when he wasdrunk.

In private he’d always been touching her, would pull herclose and tangle his hands in her hair when they watched TV. She’d usuallywoken up in the middle of the bed, Klaus pressed against her. He’d liked itwhen she wore his clothes, used his shampoo and soap. Liked leaving marks onher skin even more, scraped her with his stubble until her skin was red andsensitive, left little bites that would become bruises, hints of pain as aprecursor to pleasure.

She tries to pull away again, feels the back of her neck gettinghot. Klaus’ grip remains firm.

He flips her palm over, presses the back of her hand to histhigh. Traces the lines he finds delicately.

She sinks her teeth into the inside of her lip when shewants to shiver.

“Did you at least have fun?” she asks.

The shake of his head is slow. “Not particularly. Tried tobeg off but Marcel says I’ve been too much of a hermit recently.”

“Didn’t think you were susceptible to a guilt trip.”

“There might have been some threats too.”

She considers pressing. Drunk as he is, he might be pliantand Caroline’s always liked to new information. But Klaus’ secrets shouldn’t beof any concern to her. She’s struggling to let go of him, knowing more mightmake that harder. She keeps her reply disinterested, “That sounds about right.”

“Did you have fun the other night? At Kol’s? You seemed to.”

She’s still half-turned to face him, watches his expressiongrow darker. She’d kept a room between them at all times, had waited untiltheir various mutual friends had wandered into her orbit before talking tothem. Had excused herself to use the restroom whenever it looked like Klausmight get close, or a topic that might draw him in was brought up. She’d beenextra bubbly to try to cover any weirdness, had made jokes and laughed loudlyand steered all conversations away from her and how she’d been doing.

Honestly? It had been exhausting.

“I always enjoy myself at Kol’s,” she says. “He makes thedip I like.”

“You barely ate.”

She bristles and the idle patterns he’d been drawing on herpalm halt. Would it kill him to just make polite small talk here? She’s trying. “Well, that’s a littlestalker-y.”

Klaus doesn’t seem to take offense. “Guilty, love. I’dresolved myself to asking you to talk to me in private but you thwarted myefforts.”

She manages to yank her hand away, puts a few extra inchesbetween them. “We don’t need to talk privately.”

“I made a mistake.

Would he be saying this sober? Caroline’s not sure. “Klaus,stop.”

He doesn’t listen. “I thought… well, I was wrong aboutsomething. And then I realized what an idiot I was for…”

“Stop,” she repeats, more forcefully. “You’re drunk. Thisisn’t the time.”

“Would you talk to me if I was sober?”

She keeps her eyes on her lap. His tone is distinctlywheedling and she doesn’t trust herself not to cave if she looks over.

“You seemed awfully reluctant the other night.”

Her phone rings and she heaves herself to her feet, sends asilent thank you to the Uber driver with flawless timing. She pats Klaus’shoulder, makes sure he’ll stay upright. “You’ll just have to ask nicely andfind out.

Caroline takes the stairs, not willing to wait for the elevator,to give Klaus the time to formulate a reply.

The last twenty minutes have been an emotional whirlwind.Klaus can give her a little time to recover before he throws her into another.

Caroline doesn’t sleep. At all. She’s not happy about it.

When 6 AM rolls around she knows she should make a pot ofcoffee and hop in the shower, resign herself to going heavy on the under eyeconcealer. Instead, she grabs her phone, emails her boss, and takes a sick day.Something she never does so it won’tbe questioned.

She throws a robe on – her least cute one – and marches overto Klaus’ place. She knocks. And knocks, and knocks. Until her knucklesprotest.

He looks awful when he throws the door open (and a tiny bitmurderous but that evaporates when he sees her) his shirt wrinkled and skinpale. His hair is flat on the left, where an odd pattern from whatever surfacehe’d been sleeping on is pressed into his cheek, and a snarl of curls on theright. Caroline crosses her arms, “Invite me in.”

He wants to talk? They’re going to get this over with.Otherwise she’s going to dwell and Klaus has been occupying far too much of hermental energy lately. She figures there are two possible outcomes. First, theyresolve whatever’s lingering between them, for real this time, and he fadesinto the background of her life, a friend of a friend who happens to live downthe hall. In the other option, the one she’s kind of rooting for, he continuesto take up a ton of space in her brain and buys her dinner and provides regularorgasms for her trouble. Along with good conversations, cute drawings, andregular arguments about the merits of reality television.

Klaus steps back, pulling the door open wider, and Carolinebrushes passed him. She heads to his kitchen, goes directly for the cupboardwhere he keeps the coffee. “If we don’t do this now I’m going to be thinkingabout it all day. I won’t get anything on my goals list accomplished and I’llbe cranky. So I thought we could just… I don’t know, rip off the band aid.”

Klaus still hasn’t said anything but when she twists herhead to check his reaction he’s smiling. “Let me grab a couple painkillers andwe’ll have coffee.”

Caroline winces, reaching into her pocket. She sets theTylenol bottle on the island between them. “I was kind of pissed last night. Istole these.”

He laughs, opens his fridge. Pulls out a bottle of applejuice. Drinks directly from it like some kind of heathen. Caroline wrinkles hernose, “Gross. What if someone else wants some and doesn’t want your cooties?”

“I haven’t had anyone over in ages.”

It’s not surprising information, Caroline had gleaned asmuch from his comments last night. Still, she finds the confirmation that Klaushasn’t been having company welcome.

She turns her attention back to brewing the coffee. Onceeverything is set she flicks the button, takes a deep breath, turns to faceKlaus fully. “I don’t understand what happened.”

He sighs, all traces of amusement fleeing. “I know.”

“I thought things were good. We’d exchanged keys. We’d talkedabout me moving in when my lease was up. You didn’t seem freaked out about that.”

“I wasn’t. Honestly.” Klaus runs a hand through the flatside of his hair, making it slightly more symmetrical. “I heard that you turneddown a promotion.”

She stares at him and it takes her a second to realize whathe’s talking about. “What, the Seattle thing? I never even considered takingit. It was barely a move up. Andmoving across the country? I can barely get my mom to come here.”

He looks down, leans against the counter behind him. Klausisn’t one for embarrassment but she thinks his ears might be turning pink. “Ididn’t realize that at the time. Katerina kindly explained it to me a few weeksago.”

Yeah, Caroline would bet Kat hadn’t been especially kind.

“How did you even know about it?”

“I had to send my laptop away, remember? Borrowed yours afew times. You left a few of the emails open.”

Caroline groans, crossing her arms. “You broke up with mebecause you snooped?” She’d used theoffer to leverage a bit of a pay raise. Her boss had been only too willing tokeep Caroline around. She hadn’t told Klaus, had wanted it to be settledbecause she’d been pricing out winter getaways in St. Lucia.

“I feel as if snoopedimplies a bit of effort,” Klaus mutters. “An ulterior motive.” He’s lucky there’snothing she can throw at him.

“So not the point,” she snaps.

Caroline whirls, intending to get a bit of distance, but hegrabs her arm, steps in front of her. “Wait a minute, don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving,geez. I wouldn’t have invaded your place this early if I wasn’t committed togetting all the gory details.”

He’s not entirely convinced, ducking down to catch her eyes,his pleading. “I didn’t want to hold you back.”

She snorts, claps a hand over her mouth. “Sorry, but that’sawfully conceited of you. Also, reallyarrogant. Kind of on brand, I guess.”

She’s only half teasing.

Annoyance flickers across Klaus’ features. “Funny. I thoughtI was being selfless.”

She swallows back the reply that wants to shoot out – she’sfairly certain he’d been scared butit she uses that against him flippantly he’ll be the one storming out and they’llnever get anywhere. “Klaus. I’m notselfless. Had I really wanted Seattle I would have asked you to come with me.”

That shocks him. His eyes widen, mouth falling open and hestruggles for words.

Her hearts started pounding, nerves tightening her stomachbut Caroline continues, flipping her hair over her shoulder and striving fornonchalance. “You work from home like 95% of the time anyway. You’d just haveto fly back once a month. And we’d need to get an extra bedroom or two becauseI’m pretty sure at least one of your siblings would be visiting every weekendbecause you’re co-dependant weirdos. But, since they all have excellent tastein significant others, I was prepared to deal.”

Klaus seems to be having trouble processing. “Why… why wouldyou…”

She knots her hands together because they’re shaking. Hervoice isn’t steady either, “Because I loved you, duh. And I was pretty surethat you loved me too.” He’d never said it but then, neither had she. Klaus isgood at actions – showing up with dinner when she’d texted that her day hadbeen busy, not complaining when she got his shirt all wet during the sad moviesthat he hated, keeping the scented candles she liked in his apartment. There’dbeen dozens upon dozens of tiny little things that showed he paid attention,that he wanted her to be comfortable and happy.

She’d found she hadn’t really needed the words.

He reaches for her, his hands settling on her hips. Carolinelets herself be pulled, fits her body to his. It’s just as right as sheremembers. When his head dips she dodges, resting her head against his shoulder.She tightens her arms around him, just in case he gets any silly, wrong, ideasabout pulling away. “I’m gonna need a little grovelling before I consent tomake up sex.”

She feels him laugh, hears the low husk of it against her ear.“How about I make you breakfast?”

Caroline thinks that’s a great start.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #goldcaught #went to my prompts in hopes of finding something that would be short #and shake off my writer's block #quelle suprise is is not short

[connorfixinghistie]

Blog Recommendation

Ok since i just got over 1k followers i feel like i needa do sth!! 

ispam reblog Connor content 24/7 and honestly half of this blog is built up with my senpais/secret tumblr crushes other sweeties’ high-quality content. all of them deserve all the love ok?? also this for some newbies in Connor army! hope ur not that lost in this huge community anymore <3

me jumping into good Connor content:

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no particular order

if pronoun is not mentioned in the blog, i use they/them. 

[ General: all types of contents/reblogs, just like this blog ]

@mr-connor mari got that aesthetic ;) 24/7!! where i find most of connor stuff and comfort ;w;

@its-me-connor tons of Connor contents, makes gifs, Amy’s blog is a mood

@connors-g1rl if ur not following these three blogs idont know u jk have u seen her memes? dont we all love memes?

@dcviants the memes and texts posts r genius!! the posts will make ur day :D

@deviantsinmydetroit just look at their header and profile pic, arent u in love?? what else do ineeda say??

@detroitbecomehumanconnor look at the username aksdjsd, one of the earlies blogs i followed when i was first in the fandom :D

@rk800connortrash a blog which will definitely brighten up ur day trust me

@thedarkeststarrms provides ALL Bryan/Amelia feeds that u need! 

@connor-android loads of Connor/Bryan contents for ur daily need!!!!! (basically fangirling over all the images and edits)

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@cyberlifehq fell in love with this blog immediately, one of the best dbh sources!

@bryandechartdaily a great place for Connor army, daily feed :D

@peachydope a lot of good memes r waiting for u ;)

@hankconnor super funny quotes and loads of connor stuff

@deviantsxconnor this sweetie is the love of my life <3

@vb800 a new blog needed more recognition!!

[ Images/gifs/edits of our pretty boy ]

@arsuf A BLESS TO DBH FANDOM!!! MUST FOLLOW!!!

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@iandsax MUST FOLLOW, a source u need in ur life, basically have all the bryan stream screenshots that i look for

@gaminginsanity dude that sweet dreams gif still haunts my dreams (thank u i love it)

@dbhcentral the edits r so pretty?? wth??

@deviantsconnor aesthetically pleasing, pretty edits <3

[ Fanfiction: mostly x reader, 100% well-written ]

@the-darklings def my fav <3 what a sweetie evil inside makes us suffer, always interacts with readers, gives the best ruthless!Connor(my fav my kink) content, if ur looking for angst, machine!Connor x reader, best place to go ;) 

@connors-heart the series To be Human is rly rly good!! also the aesthetic of the blog is v lovely <3 there’s not only fic but also general contents!!

@alexs-ummers noelle is a precious talented bean, super nice to readers, the way they write machine!Connor is perfect imo (hurt me so bad but i love it)

@detroitbecomehumanwritings general dbh writings! all kinds! 

@detroitbecomehumanxreader dbh x reader source!! where i spend time on at 3am

@liccy-boi-imagines madi is def an experienced and amazing writer (who literally has 20 other imagine blogs jc), got the cutest headcanons/imagines that make u blush and laugh, super nice to readers

@riiwriting riLEY my cutie!! not only good at writing fics but also making pretty moodboards!! also v interactive :D

@thirium-fiction  S/O reactions is my fav!! also the reason why im having a crush on Captain Allen but that’s not important, NO OOC imo

@gentledreaming got the best Connor x reader relationship headcanons <3

@revengeworld beautiful, touching writing and hi my gryffindor buddy

@queenmarcelinesimagines da best!!! imagines of multi dbh characters that fulfill ur fantasies ;)

@lowlaif u must've heard of Connor.exe Stopped Working! slowburn+fluff+angst+smut=perfection

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@magical-musical-imagines x reader imagines i read at 2am, different dbh characters x readers, super active and sweet to readers!!

@drmsqnc the writing is so beautiful that literally makes me cry ;-; 

@celestiaelisia isn’t the fic Protective the cutest thing ever?? i love it sm and u should def read it!!

@fuxkingpassword that soulmark au is EPIC!!!

@magnolopsida awesome writer, what a sweetheart, if u want a fic that makes u cry, go for it aksjjdh (now i introduce u to Conner)

@neatcointricks so cuteee and funnyyy! i couldn't stop smiling/laughing while reading their fics!!

@sherlockbelstaff tho only two connor x reader fics both CUTE AF especially Ticklish skdhsbc

@more-than-an-android a new blog i just discovered!!! the writer is SOOO SWEET!!! everything is so sweet ;-; it deserves more love <33

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Get to Know me Uncomfortably Well

YeeHaww

1. What is your middle name? Nicole. 2. How old are you? 18 3. When is your birthday? Feb. 19 4. What is your zodiac sign? Pisces 5. What is your favorite color? I have 4. (Maroon, Forest Green, Grey, Black) 6. What’s your lucky number? 13 7. Do you have any pets? Yes? A therapy cat a group of us sort of share. (She doesn’t live in my dorm. Her name is Selena Kyle). 8. Where are you from? El Mirage, Arizona 9. How tall are you? 5′7″ ish 10. What shoe size are you? 7.5 Mens/9 Womens 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 5 (3 sneakers, 1 flip flop, 1 heels)  12. What was your last dream about? Can’t remember 13. What talents do you have? Remembering birthdays and incredibly flexible 14. Are you psychic in any way? No 15. Favorite song? I like too many 16. Favorite movie? Mulan 17. Who would be your ideal partner? idk 18. Do you want children? Yes 19. Do you want a church wedding? Not really 20. Are you religious? Agnostic 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? No 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Yes. He’s a singer from the 70′s. Harry Wayne Casey, better known as KC from KC and the Sunshine Band. 24. Baths or showers? Shower 25. What color socks are you wearing? Black 26. Have you ever been famous? No 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Absolutely not 28. What type of music do you like? Country, Pop, RAP 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Too many, about 4-5 31. What position do you usually sleep in? Side 32. How big is your house? I live in a dorm, and that’s pretty small. 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal 34. Have you ever fired a gun? No 35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes 36. Favorite clean word? -- 37. Favorite swear word? Fuck 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 20 hours I think? 39. Do you have any scars? One on my ankle, and one on my knee. 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Probably not 41. Are you a good liar? Depends on the topic 42. Are you a good judge of character? Sometimes 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I have a small southern accent, but I can make it more dramatic. 44. Do you have a strong accent? Slight Southern Accent. (My dad is from Texas) 45. What is your favorite accent? -- 46. What is your personality type? -- 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? My Vans shoes or Converse 48. Can you curl your tongue? Yee 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie 50. Left or right handed? Right 51. Are you scared of spiders? Sort of 52. Favorite food? KitKats 53. Favorite foreign food? -- 54. Are you a clean or messy person? Clean 55. Most used phrased? Is it fucking awesome or sucking awesome? 56. Most used word? Gay/ gey, peepee, and fuck 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? If I shower, 30 minutes max. If not maybe 5-10 minutes. 58. Do you have much of an ego? I don’t think so. 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I don’t like lollipops. 60. Do you talk to yourself? No 61. Do you sing to yourself? Sometimes 62. Are you a good singer? Probably not 63. Biggest Fear? Needles 64. Are you a gossip? Yeah.. 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? -- 66. Do you like long or short hair? Long 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Ehh. Most of them 68. Favorite school subject? Math/ American Sign Language 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No 71. What makes you nervous? New people 72. Are you scared of the dark? No 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? If I’m close with them. 74. Are you ticklish? Yes 75. Have you ever started a rumor? No 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Yes 77. Have you ever drank underage? No 78. Have you ever done drugs? No 79. Who was your first real crush? A girl my senior year of high school. I purposely ate lunch in the art room just to hang out with her. 80. How many piercings do you have? 0 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ No 82. How fast can you type? Pretty fast. Fast enough to type notes in lectures. 83. How fast can you run? I can’t run. 84. What color is your hair? Blondish brown with blue dyed ends. 85. What color is your eyes? Blue 86. What are you allergic to? Nothing that I know of. 87. Do you keep a journal? No 88. What do your parents do? Auditing and security.  89. Do you like your age? Yeah 90. What makes you angry? Stupid people 91. Do you like your own name? Eh. I don’t hate it, I just don’t love it I guess. 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Colette Marie, and Shailene Hunter. I haven’t thought of boys names.  93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Boy 94. What are you strengths? -- 95. What are your weaknesses? --  96. How did you get your name? My mom said from a t.v. show. 97. Were your ancestors royalty? Not that I’m aware of.  98. Do you have any scars? One on my ankle, and one on my knee. 99. Color of your bedspread? Light blue 100. Color of your room? My dorm is creme cinderblock, but my room at home is light pink and light purple. 

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Bloodmoons, after discovering tickling, intentionally giving their body as many ticklish spots as possible so they can hear eachother laugh more.

Normally KC stops any menace acts of bickering, but he lets this one slide because the more tickle spots the better. He just lets them bicker via tickle spots and then annihilates them both.

#tickles rambles #lee!bloodmoon

[always-stay-in-arms-reach]

Nincobra,,,, blease

blease 

SEND ME A SHIP and i’ll tell you:

who wakes up first in the morning: Ninjara. Ninja training and college classes make him wake up before the Sun does. 

who’s the first to fall asleep at night: Ninjara, surprisingly. Kid Cobra will stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning snakeboarding and live streaming. 

what they playfully tease each other over: Kid Cobra teases Ninjara about his serious, mean-looking resting face and Ninjara teases Kid Cobra about his snakeboarding. Kid Cobra has fallen several times before while snakeboarding, and it’s somewhat entertaining to watch. Ninjara would never laugh if KC were seriously hurt, though.

what they do when the other’s having a bad day: I know I’ve already mentioned cuddling in the other asks like a million times, but it’s still relevant, they’re all cuddly. Ninjara will go snakeboarding and live streaming with KC, and KC will watch shows with Ninjara and try to make him smile or laugh with funny videos. 

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments: Ninjara will formally apologize to KC, and spends the day cuddling with him, and doing his best to make him laugh. He’s really bad at making people laugh, but his attempts are adorable, so KC still forgives him. KC apologizes to Ninjara, and tries to make him smile and laugh. Sometimes, he’ll make Ninjara tea or a snack he likes. He isn’t great at cooking, but he tries his best, and Ninjara appreciates that. 

which one’s more ticklish: NINJARA. He acts like he hates it when KC tickles him, but he can’t help smiling or laughing. 

their favourite rainy day activities: Watching television, listening to each other’s music, telling interesting stories, and napping.

how they surprise each other: PDA.jpg, and gifts or suprise kisses. 

their most sickening shows of public affection: Kid Cobra always tries to hug Ninjara, hold hands with him, and lay his head against Ninjara’s, which makes him blush very badly. 

#arms #nincobra #ninjara #kid cobra #I KNOW EXACTLY WHO SENT THIS ASK TOO #YOU NERDS FROM THE DISCORD #thank you for the request! #smh

[jcmood-blog]

why are you always so bent? @yngvol why am i not as bent as you? straight as a stick, am i? no, that’s not it. 

still bent too, but over a desk. jc is all paper and ink and the scribbles of a few lines or words across his hands and arms. that’s kc’s work though. because jc won’t let him touch the papers sprawled across the table. they work together. they work well together. but with each person doing what they need to do and eventually mix it up. or bring it together into one final product. 

they may work well together, but jc’s selfish in owning his space and kc wants to invade every little part of everything. so they manage around it and when kc gets enough of enough of jc’s way of handling all the papers on the table, he takes a pen and inks across his brother’s skin. arms, fingers, back of hands. whatever’s available, if his legs were bare, they’d be ink drawn on them too. 

he’s sure he’s felt the end of that pen on his cheek at some point. what a spectacle he will be giving to anyone who catches sight of this. it brings a smile to him from time to time when he feels it. when he sees it, because he’s not always aware it’s happening. not until a break for some water, or a sip of the coffee sitting somewhere, maybe behind. never next to kc. 

“i felt that,” said when the ticklish feeling leaves his skin with the lines warming on his neck, “that said feet. you’re hungry?” the words have started to make less and less sense. that’s a cue jc knows to take well. it’s time for some take out, or maybe some sun, if it’s still high and above. if the moon hasn’t already taken its place in the kingdom that is their sky. 

#yngvol #fle. #( okay let's try this out-- )

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Solstaire’s used to it, just like Clipsy. And Lunara fortunately did not see. Things would’ve gone much worse if he’d seen. I did, actually, mean physically poking him as well as verbally. Peanut’s getting his tummy poked while Lunara tries to dig into his trauma. The ray won’t be perfect, because it’s made of scraps, but it’s either that or Lunara trying to fix it. And Lunara fixing it is a bad idea.

Poor Piper, having to explain the actual serial killers in the sewer. And the fact that there’s a new Bloodmoon under construction in there. And then Pyroclas, scoops him with all four arms and nuzzles him mid-explanation, purring loudly. It looks up at them and announces “You weren’t Moon’s. Ours now. It’s free family!” While rubbing its cheek against Piper’s face like a cat.

The MR’s are just… horrified. Their first experience with other dimensions, and it’s learning about Clipsy’s dimensions. Moon, Eclipse, KC, and Solar Flare scramble to try and figure out how to blacklist dimensions. Earth and Lunar hug them and tell them they’re safe now. Bloodmoon want to fight the bad Moon. And Sun offers to take Clipsy to P&S to get that ray fixed.

Toddlunar will be calling Peanut “Bubba” by dawn. The other kids will follow suit by the end of the week. Congrats to Peanut for becoming a big brother.

Torp tells Clipsy that if he wants, he can do whatever to the security. It’s one of Moon’s old bunkers, so it should already have some nasty defenses. He just needs to patch him and Peanut into the system.

Antumbra pouts. He’ll still be a bitch to Clipsy, but he won’t go for the throat anymore. Peanut gets much more pleasant treatment, but Antumbra’s default is sarcastic bastard.

“Buddy, as someone who’s died before, been betrayed before, been tortured before, and been Moon before, and as someone who actually goes to *honk*ing therapy, I can tell you, with certainty, that you are very traumatized. Just take the *honk*ing bed.”

Clipsy is snickering in the background while Peanut struggles hard not to laugh from the repeated tummy pokes. XD trying to answer whatever questions he’s asking about his past while also barely preventing himself from bursting into giggles. It’s barely working too, because it’s clear he’s trying to stifle his giggles. He is not hiding his ticklish ness well.

Piper pats Pyroclasm on the head as best as he can, explaining that it likes to collect children from people who don’t seem to deserve/want them. And that it’s what happened to him as well.

Peanut gives him a “I told you so” look and tells Clipsy that he knew that would freak them out and he just grumbles that he didn’t mean to. He didn’t realize it sounded so bad when he thought it up in his head, he just wanted them to be informed!

Oh he’d absolutely love being called big brother!! He’s used to being the younger sibling so being the older one for once would be so exciting!

Clipsy will definitely take up his offer to check the security, if not just to ease his own paranoia. He knows if it’s one of moons bunkers it’s likely pretty secure but better safe than sorry.

Peanut finds the snarky bastard personality slightly amusing, Clipsy can tolerate it. His default is usually on passive aggressive dick with strangers so he gets it.

So much of that statement would leave them very confused as to what the fuck happened in this dimension. But they can unpack all that later, resting is definitely the priority

#sams au #trapped forever au #good tf eclipse #crossover stuff