#; ticklish!vix

[neversatisfiedswitch]

Wake Up

Author’s Note: Wow, that title is strange on its own, but hey! It’s a title! An improvement from my normal non-title things! :D So my beautiful OC Tarja has been on my mind. She’s wonderful and if you don’t know anything about her, please go look at my OC pages, under “Demons”. Anyway!

Another thing that was on my mind was my tickle headcanons post I did for a small chunk of my OCs, bc for Tarja’s description of what she’s like as a ler, I felt a demonstration of her methods was needed. :3

Summary: A normal day in the Quinn household, where big sister Tarja has to wake her little brothers.

Words: 1601

Emerald eyes fluttered open, catlike pupils dilating and contracting as they took in the room. A phone alarm blared next to her ear, and as quickly as she reached over to turn it off, she remembered why she’d set an alarm this early.

Gig in four hours. Right. What Tarja wouldn’t give to just call all of this off, just say that they’d do this tomorrow-- but a gig was a gig, and with her being the oldest in this house and the founder of the band, she couldn’t be that irresponsible.

Morning person she wasn’t, but it didn’t stop her from springing out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts-- wear pants to bed? Unheard of-- and spraying water on her hair, in an attempt to coax the pink locks to cooperate with her hairbrush. The blue streak was fading-- she’d have to fix that soon, but not now.

Stepping out of her room, the rest of her morning routine became clockwork. It was simple, really-- before anything else could get done, her brothers had to be awake. If they weren’t, it just wouldn’t work. So she started by quietly entering Xan’s bedroom, just down the hall from her room, shutting the door just as quietly behind her.

The eldest Quinn brother had, as per the norm, fallen asleep the completely wrong way-- with his feet at the head of the bed and vice versa. Thankfully, this time he was on top of the covers rather than under them, and as per usual again, his headphones were over his ears, blasting soothing music. He could never sleep without something to listen to.

Tarja carefully removed his headphones, glad that he’d left his glasses on his bedside table-- he had a bad habit of leaving them on and falling asleep. She gently pried his fingers from his iPod to turn his music off, then sat down next to him, brushing long, blond locks from his face. A soft purr left his throat, and Tarja couldn’t help but chuckle-- Xan was always adorable when he was asleep.

“Xaaaan~...” She cooed, lightly shaking his shoulder. His eyelids fluttered, but he turned his head away, mumbling something incoherent. “Xan, you have to get up. Don’t tell me you forgot about our gig?”

His voice was low, as it always was in the morning, his words slurring a bit. “... Jus’ a few more minutes...” He yelped suddenly as Tarja shoved her hands under his arms, which were pillowing his head. Uncharacteristically shrill giggles escaped his lips as Tarja wiggled her fingers, wrapping one leg around one of his. “No can do, love. You’ve gotta get up.”

Really, this was so easy. A few teasing words and wiggling fingers in his armpits, and Xan would do anything she asked him to. She could have punished him for trying to ignore her, but cruel wasn’t a word used to describe Tarja. Stilling her fingers, she leaned down to press a kiss to Xan’s temple, giggling as he groaned. “Can you lift your arms? Kinda need these, y’know.” Swiftly poking his armpits to show her point earned her another yelp, and Xan quickly lifted his arms, lowering them just as fast.

Tarja stood, cheerfully smiling down at her brother once more before practically skipping out of the room. One down, three to go.

Nexx’s room was right across the hall from Xan’s. Unsurprisingly, his entire bed was empty, save for himself and two pillows-- one under his head, and one held to his chest. It made Tarja’s job so much easier, really-- considering the drummer was the quickest-moving one of the bunch, it was a cakewalk now.

Without a word, she leaped onto his bed, pinning him under her and drilling her thumbs into his hips. With a loud shriek, Nexx’s eyes shot open, and he immediately began laughing, hands clasping around Tarja’s wrists as he dissolved into a cackling mess. She was too good at this, knowing which spots were the worst for her brothers to handle and taking complete advantage of it when she needed them to cooperate with her.

“Nexx, you kicked your blankets off again...” Her only response was laughter, forest green eyes already filling with tears of mirth. Stopping her assault, Tarja moved to sit next to her middle brother, mussing up already-messy strawberry blond locks. “You... you already know... I do that every night...”

A gentle smile, followed by a kiss to the still-giggling boy’s forehead. “I know. I just thought I’d point it out so you don’t trip over ‘em.” Snorting, Nexx sat up to stretch as she exited his room. “Yeah, thanks... I’ll do my best not to.”

Vix was next, his room near the other end of the hall. He’d fallen asleep with a book across his chest, a small pile next to him. Thankfully he must have been reading with his phone and turned off the screen when he felt tired, because there were no lights on. Vix was the one she had to watch out for, because on occasion he could pretend he was asleep just to run out on her-- but the gentle rise and fall of the book on his chest confirmed for her that he was definitely asleep.

She carefully sat at the end of his bed, pulling the covers up until she found one of his feet. Wrapping one of her legs around his ankles to keep his foot in place, she gently ran one finger up and down the sole of his foot, earning some startled-sounding squeaky giggles. She giggled herself as she used both hands to lightly tickle around his toes, knowing he was definitely awake when his other foot pushed at her back.

“Vix, you know laughing this early in the morning might disrupt your voice~” Clearly there was nothing stopping her from “disrupting” his voice-- as soon as her fingertips wormed between his toes, he very nearly screamed with laughter, his free foot smacking more against the bed than her back as he tried his damnedest not to hit her too much. The consequences for that were worse than her wake-up tickles for sure.

After looking back at him and seeing how red his face was, Tarja’s fingers changed from torturing her brother to gently rubbing his foot instead, a bright smile on her face as his laughter died down to giggles. “Really, don’t forget to do your vocal exercises-- I’m not savin’ you if you end up croakin’ like that one time.”

Pulling his foot back and running his hands through his black hair, the teen groaned. “Don’t remind me, god, I’m still getting tweets about it.” Laughing softly, Tarja kissed his cheek, making him grumble and pointedly wipe the kiss away as she walked out of the room.

Zane was the last one to wake up-- since he was the baby of the family, Tarja always felt that he needed the most sleep, and the gentlest approach to being woken up. As she entered his room, she noticed in the gentle glow of his nightlights that he was on his back, the covers kicked to the end of his bed-- perfect.

She carefully laid down next to Zane, ruffling his brown hair, her voice soft. “Zane... time to wake up...” As his eyelids fluttered, she could just barely see the colors change-- from surprised yellow to sleepy orange and back to his normal blue-- before they closed again. She “tsk”ed playfully, lifting his shirt and lightly spidering her fingers across his tummy. His eyes were yellow again as they shot open, and he immediately attempted to curl in on himself, giggles and snickers escaping him. But she knew how to keep him from curling up, moving one hand to prod at his side so he would jerk away-- straight into her arms.

She kept one arm wrapped around his chest, her free hand tracing circles around his belly button as he shrieked and squirmed as much as he could in her hold. Despite his attempts to escape, though, she knew he enjoyed it. Being the most ticklish didn’t mean he hated it, desperation to get away be damned.

Of course, as much as she wanted to tickle him to tears, Tarja knowing that Zane was awake meant she had to get a move on. So with a single poke to his belly button, making him squeak loudly and nearly jump out of his skin, Tarja released him, kissing his forehead when he turned to look at her.

“We’ll finish this later, kid. Don’t think I’m letting you off so easy.” A short wiggle of her fingers over his tummy, not even close to touching it, and he giggled, bringing his knees up. She laughed softly, shaking her head as she stood. “Don’t forget your pick when you come back up later. I dunno if I have any spares, and I don’t want you hurting your fingers.”

She didn’t leave the room until he was out of bed, and she headed back to her room to get dressed, leaving her makeup for later. When she descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, she was pleased with what she saw-- Xan with his hair tied up and making pancakes, Nexx setting the table (and drumming on the table with the silverware, of course), Vix making coffee, and Zane getting mugs and glasses ready.

Tarja couldn’t help but smile fondly. This was where her morning routine paid off.

[ironhusband]

do u have any domestic TonyRhodey headcanons?

I sure do! Thanks for asking, Vix!

Rhodey is the one who cooks. Tony can’t cook at all. Seriously, Rhodey tried to teach him, videos online tried to teach him, professional chefs tried to teach him, Mama Rhodes tried to teach him. It’s no use. He just can’t do it. So Rhodey cooks. And Tony absolutely loves every single thing Rhodey makes for him. Rhodey says that he’s an amateur compared to his mother, but in true sappiness, Tony says Rhodey’s cooking is better because “you can just taste the love you have for me, honeybear.” Rhodey always rolls his eyes with a tiny smile because he loves how sappy his husband is. Rhodey is usually too busy with work to cook though, so usually Tony orders them takeout for dinner. Rhodey swears that the way Tony orders them takeout comes with psychic; Tony always orders by Rhodey’s mood even if he doesn’t know what Rhodey’s mood is. When he had a bad day at work, Tony orders him his comfort food. When he missed Tony that day, Tony orders the hamburgers from the chain Tony always invited on at MIT. When Rhodey had a good day at work and wanted to celebrate, Tony would order him something from some fancy new restaurant in Malibu. When Rhodey’s day was fine but tiring, Tony orders pizza and they eat quickly before going to bed. Even though their cooking skills are different, food is a love language for the both of them. 

They’re the kind of couple that can sit together in comfortable silence. They do like to do things together, watching TV or doing a puzzle or working together on a project, but sometimes it’s nice when they do different things in the same space, content and happy. Usually Rhodey would draw something while Tony would answer Emails or Rhodey would go over some of his trainees resumes while Tony was mindlessly playing the guitar. Occasionally, they would look at the concretion on each other's face and smile fondly. Sometimes they do it while sitting side by side or with their legs tangled together. They always feel completely at ease and relaxed, just by being close to one another. 

People (The Avengers) are sometimes surprised at how much Tony and Rhodey love PDA when they’re with people they trust. Usually in public, they like to keep their hands off each other. Oh sure, they flirt like crazy, and Tony loves to announce that they’re very much together and that he’s crazy about Rhodey, but they don’t really touch. It’s a left over instinct from DADT. At home though? Tony and Rhodey always kiss before they go to work. They hold hands a lot, even if it interferes with them doing something (that’s how they broke the sink once). They constantly call each other’s nicknames and tell each other how much they’re loved. Tony always kisses Rhodey’s forehead whenever it’s in reach and Rhodey kisses Tony neck in a way that makes him giggle because the spot is ticklish. They always cuddle up to one another at movie nights and play footsie under the table at dinnertime. DADT might have meant they can’t show their love in public, so they like to remind each other of how much they love each other and want nothing more than to touch in private. 

Tony and Rhodey have the exact same taste in everything. In movies, in books and in music and in humor and in hobbies. It’s not like they agree about everything, and even about their taste in popular culture, they like to pretend they’re different. But they have the exact same taste in everything. Which means they have monthly book clubs with just one another (because everyone else are clearly idiots) and they always listen to the same music in the workshop and for movie nights, they both laugh at each other’s jabs at the movie. They don’t ever have to tell each other before ordering tickets, because they’d either love it together or hate it together, but they’d always do it together. They do crosswords together and puzzles together and work on workshop projects together. As I said, they love doing things together, and with their shared interests, they get to do it a lot.

They love dancing! Absolutely adore it. They love dancing individually, Rhodey absentmindedly moving to the songs he used to like as a kid while Tony smiles fondly at his dork of a husband and Tony “distractingly�� dancing in a seductive way, absolutely knowing what he’s doing to Rhodey. They love dancing together too. They love going to the clubs and complaining about the music the young people now but still dancing like they used to in MIT ( “let’s show them how it’s done!” they say. Everyone backs away twenty feet from them because these old people are so embarrassing). They love dancing in the workshop to the music they like, sometimes just nodding their heads to the beat and sometimes full on dancing, even if the music isn’t remotely dancing music. They love slow dancing, sometimes doing it randomly, without music in the background until JARVIS puts some Sinatra on, and by that time they’re too wrapped up in each other to notice the music came on.

Instead of date nights, Tony and Rhodey have “staying in bed” days. Sometimes their lives are so hectic and Tony’s sleep schedule is usually a mess anyway, that they need a break. They need a whole day to sleep in until late, have breakfast in bed brought to them (by Pepper, the hotel they’re staying at, or one of the Avengers), cuddle between the sheets, watch horrible new movies that they didn’t get a chance to see yet and make love where they want to. It happens once a month, usually at the last day of the month. It’s a nice way to start a new month, they think. It makes them both so happy to have a whole day for one another. They chose this instead of date nights, because this feels so much more intimate and romantic for them.

They don’t really say “I love you.” They both know they each other, but it’s very rare they say the words. They like to show it instead. Tony loves making big gestures and sending flowers to Rhodey’s work and he throws his arm over Rhodey’s shoulder while they lace their fingers together and kissing Rhodey passionately whenever he can. Rhodey for his part compliments Tony whenever the opportunity arises, never misses a chance to make him laugh and he leaves Tony Rhodey’s favorite hoodie for Tony to steal and he loves running his hands in Tony’s hair and kissing his cheeks. The word ‘love’ never needs to be said. They both know it and they both show it, and that’s enough for them. 

They’re silly and childish with one another. They absolutely build blanket forts together and talk until they both fall asleep, like they’re still teenagers. They still but lightsabers and pretend they’re fighting each other to the death. They both still say ‘jinx’ whenever they finish each other’s sentences. They both still fight over the bubble wrap whenever they get a new package, and eventually all the fighting means all the bubble are already popped. They both still declare the floor is lava sometimes, and take the game completely seriously. Tony and Rhodey are both serious professionals that can adult properly. But with each other they feel comfortable enough to have some childish fun together, feeling like no one would judge them.

They take care of each other differently when they get sick. Rhodey is more low-key about it. He makes Tony soup, reminds him to make his meds and cuddles Tony when he’s feeling too miserable. Tony likes it for the most part. Not working sucks and Rhodey is evil for forcing him to stay in bed. Rhodey just rolls his eyes and tells him projects are better without sick germs being all over them. Tony however, freaks out whenever Rhodey is sick. He forces him to go to the doctor, and when the doctor sends them home, because Jesus Christ, Tony, it’s just a cold, he constantly asks Rhodey how he’s feeling, buys him the best meds, piles blankets over pillows over blankets on his bed to make sure Rhodey is comfortable, he flies all the way to Philly to bring Rhodey soup from his mom and he gets him what he wants whenever he wants (unless the request is “oh my god, leave me alone!”). Rhodey thinks it’s sweet, even if Tony is a little bit overreacting. He would much rather have a nice, relaxing day to be miserable in his sickness, though.

They’re always bickering. About absolutely stupid things. It’s never serious, of course. They almost never fight, unless it’s about really important often moral issues. But they always bicker. It’s their way of flirting. Tony is just a person who generally bickers with people, and Rhodey is one of the few people who cam keep up with him (comes with practice) so of course he returns his quips jab for jab. Most times they bicker over breakfast or over their work together and sometimes they bicker while they’re with their friends or when they’re talking to the bots. But they always bicker with a fond expression and their fingers linked together and with a kiss at the end. 

[capeshifters]

@justasimplesecretary​ asked: 

What’s your favourite place to be kissed?// Appius

👀 Is there anything you find attractive about me? What is it? // Adam

Do you enjoy wearing lingerie or seeing your partner wear it?// Alan

🍒 Would your character join a threesome if given a chance? // Vix

“My forehead if that is a platonic kiss. My neck if not and also my hips, though I might get ticklish from that. “

“Don’t sell yourself short James..you are attractive from many places, but I think you look the best when you are focused on your book, you have a little scrunch between your eyebrows and the way you like you r lips sometimes...”

“It depends..as an avvar i don’t use lingerie ever..not even breeches..but i wouldn’t mind my partner  to dress up sexily just for me”

“Definitely I would..I don’t mind more people. it is just more fun always like that. “