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ladyshivs · 1 year

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How about comparing hand sizes for Henrietta? I hope the little gremlin won't bite my head off for that… it is kind of an innocent prompt, right? And tummy kisses for Sal? 😏

Total Word Count: 916

Fandom: Fallen Hero by Malin Ryden

Pairings: Henrietta/implied Mortum via Puppet, Chargestep (Sal/Julia)

Time Elapsed: 63 minutes

Physical Intimacy Prompts

I'll admit I did struggle with Henrietta. Physical intimacy in a positive way isn't really for her. She hates being touched and not in a sweet touch starved way. But! I did my best to think of something for her in this regard, hopefully it wasn't too out of range!

Henrietta

Her skin itched. Deep down in the muscles where she couldn’t reach. The anesthesia had worn off a few hours ago but there was still something in her system keeping her paralyzed.

Her puppet. Her fucking puppet. Waltzing around like goddamn Pinocchio. A cut string marionette with the way she was flouncing around, long black hair swaying behind her before she primly plopped down onto the edge of the bed.

“Well, looky looky at who’s awake,” dripping with sugar. Her voice was warm honey—Henrietta had always loved that voice. Longed for it to come out of her own chest. But the words were wrong, no clipping or hard edges. All soft and open vowels. “You certainly do like your beauty rest don’t you?” giggling, soft fingers reaching. Henrietta could feel them, two…no, three little brushes on the skin of her palm. Then four, and then. Delilah’s palm pressed against hers. Her perfect hand. The hand that was supposed to belong to her.

Elegant, long fingers and flawless, smooth skin. Pressed against Henrietta’s scarred and mottled one. Delilah hummed over her. “Hey, looks like we’re a perfect match aren’t we? I can fit into all those spiky little rings you like to wear,” curling her fingers between Henrietta’s. Holding her hand, like an old friend.

Henrietta scowled and bared her teeth but speech was too hard. Whatever drugs they’d pumped into her in the hospital had been addled by whatever Delilah and.

And Mortum. Her Mortum. Her beautiful, brilliant Doctor. Working cheerily in tandem with Delilah. Delilah, whom Henrietta had made sure was perfect in every single way. She couldn’t blame Mortum for falling for her, but fuck if it didn’t sting to watch them match each other’s gazes from across the room.

Those looks were supposed to be for her, inside of Delilah, not whoever was in there now. There was a wiggle at her hand again, Delilah pulling it up without any resistance. Showing Henrietta how well their hands aligned, in size if nothing else. The heat helped. The touch was grounding against the itch in her spine.

“I can see why you want to be me so badly,” an open punch to Henrietta’s gut that made a well of pain fill in her lungs. “We look so much alike,” perfect brown eyes looking at their hands, turning them together like she was inspecting a new and strange species. “But everywhere you’re broken, I’m not. Two halves of the same coin,” wiggling her fingers, tapping fingertip to fingertip and making Henrietta fight off a wave of nausea. Something more thoughtful entered those eyes, still inspecting their joint hands. “But…you’re not beyond help, you know. You could be me, too, with a little bit more effort,” opening her perfect mouth to continue when Mortum’s voice echoed out. “Oh, well. Duty calls, you know how it is. Try to get some rest,” squeezing her fingers back between Henrietta’s.

Scratching that itch again, but leaving it all the more raw when she took her hand back.

Sal

Julia’s belly jiggled faintly. Her abs were still there, still powerful. But time, among so many other factors, had softened and smoothed and now when Sal pressed a kiss to the swell just below her belly button, her chuckling made little waves.

“I never knew you were ticklish,” Sal wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a distant laugh from Julia, further up the bed.

“I’m not, it’s your mustache,” she admitted, shooting a frown down at him. A frown that slipped off her face with his next little press of soft, lightly wet, lips. Her body was burning under him, thrumming with energy as her muscles unwound from their…previous activities.

She hadn’t fought him, when he’d asked to keep his clothing on. A layer at least. The jacket and the vest and the tie were gone. Shoes off. She’d tried for his pants but had relented when Sal started fidgeting for the door. And now, however many minutes later, she was naked and pliant on the bed, watching him lay languid kiss after languid kiss up the length of her torso. Taking his time with it. With her. Her eyes felt both like the weight of the world on his shoulders and like a light in the darkness.

Sal chose to swirl his tongue into her belly button to see if it—ha! Another little squirm and wriggle and ah ha ha, her hands on his shoulders. Pushing him off. Sal grinned wide enough for his cheeks to hurt.

“Asshole,” giggled. God, what he wouldn’t do to keep her voice sounding like that. Giggling and soft. Satiated and warm.

“What?” he protested, trying to keep his own voice in that clearly innocent sweet spot. “Because I’m kissing you?” Sal pushed against her hold and punctuated the question with another kiss. Julia flexed a leg under him and the feeling of the corded muscle bunching almost took his breath away. Almost.

“Because you’re tickling,”

“Thought you said you weren’t ticklish?” shot back, eyes darting up to see that playful, almost devilish look in her eyes.

“I said that your mustache was,”

“I don’t think my mustache is very ticklish, I think its your bel--,” dying on his tongue because both of her hands had curled and dragged him up. Casual, easy strength, moving him like he was just another pillow. So much fucking stronger than him. Pulling him up to kiss her on the lips and shutting him up better than any comeback would have ever.

#thank you!#fhr #fallen hero fanfic #flash fiction #henrietta coleman #salvatore anzetti #julia ortega

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blorbologist · 2 years

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Maggie’s Airplane Saga fics compiled!

YEEHAW, I’m back! Bachelorette was fun, travel to and fro was not - I’m whipping up a Perc’ahlia fic based on part of my hell lmao.

In the meantime, here’s all the stuff I cracked out over those seven hours, plus another one made last night using one of the leftover prompts.

Cleaned up and posted to AO3:

Haunt me in burgundy

Prompt[s]: Imodna Whumptober 13, "Can't make an omelette without breaking a few legs," fracture, dislocation and 14, "Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain," desperate measures, failed escape.

T / Imodna / Imogen and Laudna. Missing scene for episode 35, spoilers for it and episode 34. Lotta sads and ow.

I mean - sure. If you stuck her in a neat red barn, full of Rexxentrum Red hens, slathered the place red paint just to make a point, yeah, she would agree that’s pretty damn red. Imogen would also think you tacky and miserable, not that she’d say it or think it loud.

It would be red, sure, but not red.

Red the color. Not red the experience.

Contacts

Prompt: "Perc’ahlia, Why am I in your phone as 'himbo number two'?"

G / Perc’ahlia / Percy and Vex. Modern AU, works for both CR1 and TLOVM with no spoilers past the Briarwoods arc.

There’s a pause, before he inputs the new number. And then his thumb draws over the contacts.

And then his scrolling stops.

Here we go.

"Why am I in your phone as 'himbo number two'?"

(For the record, it’s actually HIMbo #2, but Percy says it with more dignity than it actually has.)

Tickle his fancy, tickle her too

Prompt: “Perc’ahlia 29. tickling the other one”

T / Perc’ahlia / Percy, Vex and the rest of Vox Machina. Modern AU, works for both CR1 and TLOVM (with minor spoilers. Ignore the Tary guy shhh).

Vex is ticklish. Outrageously so.

Percival, it should be noted, grew up with six siblings.

He is very, very good at getting past even the best guard for the sake of a good laugh.

And maybe he’s never heard something quite so delicate from Vex. No, delicate is the wrong word - brutal, instead, in its joy, something she couldn’t hold back if she tried.

Too roomy to be alone here

Prompt: "Cassandra has a bad day (sickness, or just exhaustion) and says she wants a member of their family that is gone now. And of course, Percy and or Vex giving the hugs she deserves after that."

G / Cassandra de Rolo with hints of Vex’ahlia, Delilah Briarwood and Julius de Rolo + more de Rolo family members. TLOVM and CR1 compliant.

All that to say that the nursery was declared Cass’ room and broadly considered such by the whole family.

Delilah and Sylas had more practical motivations behind housing her there.

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Take a break

Prompt: “Keyleth/Vax/Gil? Any fluffy comfort for them would be absolutely incredibleeeee”

G / Keyleth/Vax/Gilmore / Just some fluff set shortly after the Chroma Conclave arc <33

“You need a vacation,” Keyleth declares. Corrects: “Really need a vacation.”

Gilmore’s Glorious Goods is… well. Not glorious, devoid of goods. It’s pretty much just Gilmore, right now, in a ruin of an office. He’s leaning back to smile at them, but the disarray of his hair speaks to resting his face in his palms, to running his fingers through the rich length of it.

Sound is a touch

Prompt: “Perc’ahlia 24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin”

G / Perc’ahlia / tiny leetol fluff moment, both pre-C1 and TLOVM season 1 compliant.

“Hm. Should we tell him?”

Vex’s ears are, as a rule, a no-go. Dangerzone. A good way to get her smiles to turn so saccharine you can taste the sugar used to hide the bile.

It’s not like they’re too sensitive, or not sensitive at all and time is better spent elsewhere. It’s just - you know. Half-elf. Sometimes they got tugged for being too long, others boxed for being too blunt.

They’re a touchy subject. Pun intended, not that she’d admit to it.

#critical role #cr fic #critical role fanfiction #prompt #whumptober #ask game #imodna #southerngothic #perchalia #perc'ahlia #vaxilmore #vaxmore #vaxleth #keyleth/vax/gilmore #cassandra de rolo #de rolo family #shaun gilmore

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bernadettelovestokiohotel · 2 years

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Cute Vance + Delilah father & daughter headcanons!

-when she was little,Vance was the one to give her a bath,he insisted on doing so because he just loved seeing his daughter giggle

-Vance and Delilah have the VERY different taste buds.For example,Delilah cannot handle spice,just like her dad Finney.But they both love sweets so there's that.

-Vance spoils her rotten.But she isn't spoiled or ungrateful in any shape or form,shes actually the opposite

-Vance does her hair alot,Finn finds this adorable :)

-he loves tickling her.Especially her neck,she's extremely ticklish on the neck :)

-even though Vance is like 10 times bigger and stronger,he held her as if she's the most delecate creature in the world

-One time,she punched a boy in kindergarten because he pulled her hair.Vance came and was like "you should've broke his arms" the mother of the boy was shocked

-Despite being extremely pretty,Delilah goes absolutely ape shit when she gets into fights.She can be as aggressive as Vance(Vance taught her that)

-Delilah used to bite when she was a baby.Vance has bite marks till this day.She never bitted Finn though,he's lucky cuz her teeth are STRONG

-cute lil pov:

Vance:Dee?Sweetie what do you want for dinner?

Deliliah:food

Vance:you literally just told me everything *laughs*

-Finney taught her how to get a pad on when she got her first period.Vance was the one who was sobbing himself to sleep because his little girl grew up so fast

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deterioratingxprisons · 2 years

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47, 48 for Delilah

Are they ticklish?

Abolutely not. And she will destroy you if you try it...

What would they do if they were locked in a room with a rat?

Snack time.... ??

#ask the prisons~ delilah antol

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wordstrings · 3 years

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Cross-Examination

Critical Role (Vox Machina) – if the beginnings of the Briarwood confrontation in C1E24/25 had gone slightly differently…

Words: 2,000. Warnings: interrogation, dubcon/noncon tickling. Prompted and ruthlessly encouraged by the likes of @spritewrites, @sapphicquill, and others of the critickle gang in the spirit of spooky scaries and such.

(Tickletober day 28: trapped)

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“You look… delicious.”

Lord Briarwood’s deep voice curls into Vax’s ear like a prowling cat. Something like sharp claws pricks at the edge of his consciousness, asking to be let in. Vax shakes it off with a mental shudder.

“I’m– I’m really not supposed to be in the rooms while the guests are here,” Vax says, still trying to lean into his lie. Like a mime, if he gestures hitting a wall enough times, it’ll appear real. And he’s been around enough bad characters to know when he really, really needs that wall to be solid. “I only needed to check that the windows–”

“I’m much more interested in who you are than who you aren’t,” Lady Delilah Briarwood articulates as she steps forward into his space. Her eyes are hooded with alluring interest, beauty disguising lethal venom.

Vax tries to backpedal further, but Sylas Briarwood is right behind him, with worryingly strong hands on his shoulders. That dark, bassy voice slips along the shell of his ear again:

“We’d hate for you to leave us in ignorance. We insist that you stay and tell us about yourself.”

“Everything about yourself,” Delilah says. She lays a delicate few fingertips on Vax’s cheek. They’re tipped with elegant long nails the color of cooling blood. “Starting with whether you perhaps have a twin?”

Vax chills at the mention of his sister from the mouth of this cold, beautiful woman – until he realizes she means the dinner guests, the way Percy had been disguised into Vax’s likeness. Still, not much better. The lies will clearly fall flat from here on out. Well then. This is the part where the mime goes still.

When his silence stretches past another beat, Delilah’s fingers drift from a caress to an ominous hold on his jaw.

“I offer you this one, single warning,” she says, then hisses a phrase he doesn’t understand.

The room goes black.

Not just the blackness of cut light, but a preternatural blackness Vax can feel weighing over his sight.

He’s blind.

“Now,” Delilah says lowly, “who... are... you?”

There’s breath on his neck, a pulse of air as Sylas inhales his scent, a brush of nose against the edge of his ear – and Vax mewls a helplessly high-pitched sound at the sensation that strums on his taut nerves.

Delilah hums in interest. Her hand takes up its caress again, this time down the side of his throat.

Vax’s recoil is instinctual; his twist to slip out from between them in a disengagement is practiced skill.

Shit, Sylas is strong. And abnormally fast.

The blindness fetters Vax’s reactions and he fails to wrench away when Sylas seizes his wrists and hauls him in a direction Vax knows is away from the door. He’s dragged deeper into the den of these two sleek predators who, he’s now realizing, he drastically underestimated.

He’s not getting out of this. Not on his own.

“Jenga,” he whispers urgently.

Hope is a robust shield; he’ll lean on its strength as heavily as he needs to until the help comes. Meanwhile, he’s being torqued off-balance and pulled by incredible force and something is winding tightly around his wrists. His arms suddenly get yanked upwards instead of being pinned to his body. He might be disoriented and disadvantaged in his private darkness, but he capitalizes on the momentum and swings his legs as he pulls against the upward resistance. The kick whiffs off the side of whatever is in front of him, harmless. He hears Sylas tut in disapproval.

“One warning was given. Darling?”

Delilah’s voice murmurs again, and Vax’s body begins to seize up. He’s got a sudden choice between fighting off the panic or the spell effect; he chooses the spell, but it grabs at him with just as much force as Sylas had, and the panic only heightens as his focus slips and his limbs go numb. He droops unwillingly limp from the high-hoisted point of his bound wrists.

“Much better,” Delilah croons.

Her hands are back on his face. He wants to bite them. He wants to run. He–

Fingernails trace the shape of his ears, from point to lobe, and Vax titters involuntarily.

“Who are you?” Delilah asks again, sweetly this time. “Are you working with that pest Assum?”

Holy hell, she’s tickling, the kind that makes him shudder horribly and shake his head away but fuck, he can’t actually move… And he can’t speak, either, he discovers, as he tries to blindly spit a curse into her face. He can gurgle his way through something like laughter, though. Which he does. Humiliatingly.

Delilah acknowledges his struggle with a condescending coo. “The paralysis will wear off in a moment, kitten. I suggest you use this time to consider your answer, and how you probably shouldn’t attempt violence again. I’d prefer a civilized discussion.”

She doesn’t stop tickling his ears, though. The light scrape of her nails along the contours of his points is fucking unbearable, forcing high and unintelligible noises from his throat. He hasn’t been teased like this in ages – not since that one tipsy night with the Clasp, which… fuck, he does not need to be thinking about right now… her tongue, and his inescapable hands, and–

A deep masculine hum buzzes through the hair at his nape. It crawls straight up the primed path into the pleasure center of his brain.

Vax realizes then that the blindness is fading, as his lashes flutter over vision that may be blurred by the residual spell, or maybe by the way his body is suddenly prioritizing functions other than eyesight.

Sylas is pressing up behind him, svelte and studying. He brushes Vax’s long hair from where it’s trapped between neck and upstretched shoulder, and Vax can’t tip his head to allow – disallow, disallow! – further access. Fuck.

Allowance or not, Sylas nuzzles in from behind, whiffing indulgent drags off Vax’s skin. He reaches around the front of Vax’s chest and unclasps his cloak. It falls from his shoulders, baring the crook of his neck – then Sylas’ mouth is there, holy shit–!

It feels… sharp.

Two knife points scrape the spot that makes his knees wobble (though they’re already liquid, along with the rest of his listless joints). It sends explosive bursts of tingles down his spine. Vax would be shivering, if he could.

It’s much too late when his addled senses recognize this is a threat.

“Do tell us what you intended by following us,” Sylas purrs, “and I might even let you enjoy it before you drain empty.”

The reality of this peril snaps back into place. Vax is strung up with two very dangerous people who have every advantage on him, whether spells or strength or speed. And at least one of them is… gods, is a vampire scenting his blood.

Vax is fucked. And not in the fun way.

(Well, they are two very attractive dangerous people…)

Delilah is looking at him with dark, expectant eyes. “My love asked you a question. And you’re able to answer now, I believe.”

Vax fumbles through consciously putting weight on his legs again instead of dangling listlessly from the rafters. It’s mortifying that he’s not really sure how long it’s been since he could have done that unprompted. But he stands. And he says nothing.

He leans on hope.

Delilah sighs. Vax stiffens when her hands go to his belt. Sylas follows suit – but the buckles he works are the ones along Vax’s sides holding his leather armor together.

Vax’s breath shortens. This is a wildly confusing interrogation.

It’s cold when the hardened panels fall away from his front and back, leaving his tunic the only thing covering his vulnerable torso.

“Who are you, little cub?” Delilah asks for the third time.

She slides her hands up under his tunic. She tips her head curiously to one side. And she begins tickling his stretched ribcage.

Vax folds. Or, he would, but his arms go nowhere and his knees collapse again. He squeals with sudden, helpless laughter. He’s a cat toy, twisting on the end of a string for their amusement. It sends a thrill – of fright? of titillation? – through his body. Delilah is elegant and polished before him. Sylas is magnetic and powerful behind him.

Sylas’s hands are skimming around his flanks to his belly now.

And they’re cold. Vax gasps and rocks backward in a reflexive attempt to escape them. Those fingertips drag the chill of the undead along his blush-warm skin, which only makes the sensation exponentially worse when Sylas starts spidering them low across his abdomen.

“I don’t usually play with my food,” Sylas murmurs at his ear. “But your worry and want are a delectable blend, and these sounds of yours…”

Sylas is firm as a wall against Vax’s back; there’s nowhere to go but into him, whether body or hands. Delilah slips further up Vax’s ribs until she’s dancing her nails in his wide-open underarms. Vax cackles afresh, squirming violently under the twofold tickling on his belly and armpits, from hind and front, delicate and seductive and wicked.

“Were those your friends at dinner? What do they know of us?”

“Are you working alone?”

“Tell us who you are.”

A pointed tooth nibbles the edge of his ear and Vax kicks out with a convulsive cry of laughter. “Brant, no,” he shrieks before his conscious mind catches up. No, wait, this isn’t–

“Oh, with the kicking again,” Delilah sighs. Her hands abandon his armpits for a moment while she reaches for a pouch on her hip. The reprieve is short-lived, as Vax recognizes her muttered words just as his body begins locking up again.

“No, no,” he cries out in panic, but a cold finger wriggles into his navel and dissolves any resistance he could have mustered. His eruptive laugh chokes into a burbling stutter of sound as his muscles go leaden once more.

Delilah smiles sweetly at him. She directs to Sylas, “I tire of his resistance. I think your skill is required, my dear. Care to dance with me?”

She holds her arms forward. Sylas’ large hands stroke their way off Vax’s form and reach for her. Vax plays the part of a frozen spindle that the two of them pivot around, their arms encircling his body. He can’t turn his head to watch Delilah rounding to his back, but Sylas’ imposing figure is more than enough distraction coming around front.

Oh god, his eyes. They’re dark, and heated, and unbearably inviting.

“Don’t you want to be good for us?” Sylas asks, deeply, enticingly.

Cat-claws knead alluringly at the back of Vax’s mind again. A helpless yes forms in his throat in response to the calling desire for them to take him apart and carefully reassemble him before doing it all over again… But no, he can’t, he mustn’t! He mentally pushes the temptation away, as painful as that is.

Sylas’ eyes harden.

The encircling arms release each other. Four brutal, tickling hands assault Vax’s incapacitated body. They’re under his shirt, up in his armpits, clawing his ribs and scritching his stomach. A gurgling wail is all Vax can respond with. It’s terrible and thrilling to be so powerless beneath this tickle-torture onslaught.

It doesn’t stop this time when the prickling claws reach for his mind again. Vax’s vision is blurred with tears but Sylas’ eyes burn into him just as intensely. …No! He can’t look away, and it takes everything he has, but no!

Delilah’s nails are lithe and insufferable, but no!

Sylas’ teeth are gentle and nibbling, but no!

Movement suddenly comes to him again as Delilah’s spell wanes. Vax slams his eyes shut against Sylas’ charm and writhes his body under their hands, but nothing gets more tolerable. He shrieks with loosed laughter, weakened and defenseless. His will won’t hold out forever.

But he leans on hope.

#tickletober2021 #samstickletober2021 #tickling #tickle fic #Critical Role #Vox Machina #Vax'ildan #Delilah Briarwood #Sylas Briarwood #ticklish!Vax #stringswork

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dauduck · 4 years

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THIS was the second try!

I wouldn’t say I ship Daud/Delilah, but they’re so fucking great ugh Basically it’s just an unhealthy flirting from Delilah, they both still hate each other lol

Daud chooses the “ignore it and the problem will go away” tactic but sometimes it doesn’t help Plus Daud is...

...rather sensitive, especially on his neck

#he's actually just ticklish #delilah is not afraid to use it #dishonored #sfm #dishonored sfm #daud #dishonored daud #daud sfm #delilah copperspoon #delilah copperspoon sfm #dishonored delilah copperspoon #daud and delilah #???daud/delilah i guess?

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fluffomatic · 2 years

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Delilah!! And absolute cutie who I also need to draw more lol. She's like, a straight lee (ironic cause she's gay) But she's too ticklish to fight back!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

#my art #my artwork #tickle #tickling #tickles #tickle art #my art stuff #my oc #my ocs #tickle chart #delilah brooks tickle chart #ticklish!delilah #lee!delilah

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thecowardwrites · 4 years

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The Coward’s Fluff Prompt List

It only took me forty years, but here’s the second half of my New Year’s Event (which will probably continue throughout February and into March) Feel free to use these for your own writing! (but tag me because I want to see what y’all come up with).

Event Rules Post || Angst Prompt List

Fluff Prompt List:

“I might have slept with your sweatshirt while you were gone.”

“I’m not ticklish…. Don’t look at me like that… I swear to god-“

“I’m going to be honest; you make a great pillow.”

“Let’s play Minecraft together and put our beds next to each other.”

“I’m really good at pick-up lines, let me try some on you. If they work I get to take you out.”

“No wait don’t get ready yet! Just five more minutes, you’re so warm.”

“What do you mean there’s only one bed?” (Had to go for a classic)

“Wait stop talking for two seconds I need to say something – I love you.”

“What did they say? Do I need to fight them?”

“I love you bitch, I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you… biiiiitch!”

“Y/n, please, please, please tell me you have a plan right now.”

“Promise me, that this will not change anything between us-“ “I promise.”

“Y/n and [character] sittin’ in a tree-“ “Shut up, [character’s friend] you don’t even know how to spell ‘kissing’!”

“If you don’t watch the 2005 Pride and Prejudice with me, I am breaking up with you.” *two hours later* “Are you crying???”

“I made a playlist for you.” “This only has songs from Spongebob on it-” Here are some scenarios because it’s harder to come up with fluffy quotes:

Snowball fights

Person A being forced to have a tea party.

Writing secret love letters back and forth

Being sick together

Drinking together, but one of you is a lightweight

Reuniting after being away from each other for a few months

Sneaking in and stealing their cologne to remind you of them.

*Ahem* Oh my god, they were roommates.

Next door neighbors and childhood friends talking before they leave for college.

I wrote this song for you *plays Hey There Delilah just with Y/n instead*

Argument ensues about something ridiculous (like which soda is better), a third person has to come in to fix everything.

Going ice skating together, but one (or both) of you are awful.

Being set up on a blind date by your friend and it turns out awful, but that bartender is really cute and respectful.

[Character} finding your diary where it says you hate them on one page and want to smash your face against theirs in a kiss on the other.

Drunk texting

Finding a picture of you in their wallet

Passing notes back and forth in class but being caught. (Bonus points if you have to read them out loud)

Fake proposing to get free food at a restaurant.

Fake dating at first but you know how those go.

Buying your first house together.

<> If you have any questions send me a DM or send something to my inbox and I will answer you as soon as I see it! Hope 2021 is treating you all fabulously so far <>

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hyuukais · 4 years

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER

All

Mini Albums-

Every Little Thing

Little affections the members have picked up over your relationship. -❦

Mario Kart

Mario Kart game night with the boys -❦

Sweet Kisses

The boys favorite types of kisses to give you -❦

Like A Love Song

Blurbs based on some of my favorite love songs -❦♜

So Cliche !

TXT as romance tropes -❦

Out Of Ten

Rating the things they “accidentally” leave at your apartment -❦

CDs-

Baby

Members reaction to the “I want a baby” meme -❦

Happy Birthday

TXT wishing you a happy birthday -❦

Asking TXT to buy you pads -❦

Choi Yeonjun:

Singles-

Slow Dance

Short fic for Yeonjun Day

Enigma

There’s something about that Choi Yeonjun. His flashy looks, his strange fashion, his unexplainable speed; You intend to get to the bottom of this enigma. -❦♜★

It’s What You Do To Me

Hey there, Delilah, I know times are gettin' hard -♜

Choi Soobin:

Singles-

To Many More To Come

Birthday cuddles -❦

Peppermint Kisses -❦

Choi Beomgyu:

Full Albums-

FOOL

Status: Complete

You’ve pretty much shared your life with Beomgyu. Best friends since you met as kids, you now manage the school’s boys volleyball team to support him as he plays. Though it seems you’ve fallen quite hard for the team captain, Choi Soobin, Beomgyu can’t help but fall for you. Or in which Beomgyu continues to chase after his childhood crush. -❦♜★ ✓

Singles-

Our Love In Dandelions

The day you two met, you made a wish on a dandelion. Today, the eve of your 21st birthday, you find yourself making that wish again. -❦♜

Waiting

Finally, after many busy weeks, you’d be getting to see your boyfriend again. Beomgyu was coming home for an entire weekend. However, you were still stuck at the worst part of his return, the waiting. -❦♜★

Kang Taehyun:

Full Albums-

What You Deserve (Feat. Hueningkai)

Status: ongoing

Y/n is beloved by thousands on the internet, being a popular streamer. However, they’ve never been able to find nearly as much affection in their love life, despite searching for years. Just when they’re close to giving up on love all together, they suddenly find their romantic prospects on an upturn. -❦♜★

Singles-

Something Experimental

Taehyun had a tendency to use odd ingredients for his experiments, but these? Why would he need these? -❦★

Love Loving You

You just want your boyfriend to know how much you love him, especially on his birthday. -❦

Over And Over Again

It was cliche, perhaps, to call it love at first sight. But it wouldn't be wrong to say he had you from the first hello. When the world only ever seems to deal you its shit deals, it’s easy to become protective of something good. -❦♜

Take My Time

You want to help but you don’t want to be alone. There’s just never enough time for the two of you. He’s got too much work, you’ve got too little, beginning taking up tasks no one has asked for. Maybe all you need is to take out each others time instead. -❦♜★

CDs-

Big Fan

Huening Kai:

Full Albums-

What You Deserve (feat. Taehyun)

Status: ongoing

Singles-

Can I Have This Dance?

It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. -❦★

Birthday Bakes

It’s Hyuka day! -❦

We’ll Be Okay

After six months in the castle, it’s the first time you will be attending a formal occasion on the arm of your partner, the prince. Despite his hesitation, you choose to remain steadfast in your belief that everything will be just fine. -❦♜★

Sweet Dreams and Goodnight

time just for the two of us blooming white, I hope for a comfortable night at the end of your day; like a present sweet dreams and goodnight

Ticklish

Full albums-

smau wip

CDs-

Kai Boyfriend Texts

#txt smau #txt #txt huening kai #txt yeonjun #txt soobin #txt beomgyu #txt taehyun #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt masterlist #fanfic #txt fanfic #txt fake texts #yeonjun #hueningkai #soobin #taehyun #beomgyu

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schittyfic · 4 years

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oh hello you! i was tagged by (deep breath): @delilah-mcmuffin, @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3, @reginahalliwell, @vivianblakesunrisebay, and @my-nameless-bliss to post the first line of the last 20 things i wrote. i didn’t even realise i had 20 things to work with, so, that was a fun realisation!

for these purposes i’ve included both sc and sc rpf fics. please heed the pairings!

David wakes up to find Patrick gazing at him. fade to grey, G, david/patrick

Dan is excited. unconventional armour, G, gen

Patrick has always thought of himself as a professional guy. baby blues, E, david/patrick

After years of enduring Noah's particular brand of mischievous friendship, Dan's surprised to find just how sweet he turns out to be as a boyfriend. hit me with your best shot, E, dan/noah

Water. That’s why Dan gets out of bed. a long time coming, E, dan/noah/clare

By the time he’s back at his hotel, Dan is still buzzing. breathe, E, dan/noah

Patrick jolts, blinking blearily into the pitch-black and struggling to work out what yanked him so unceremoniously from sleep. warm & dry, G, david/patrick

It's not like Dan's never watched the scene. equal and opposite reaction, E, dan/noah

“Wait - hold on.” close shave, E, david/patrick

Patrick's back throbs steadily. the lights were as bright as my baby, G, david/patrick

I miss you. switch it up, E, david/patrick

David scowls at the lip balms, focusing all his energy on straightening them, and straightening them, and straightening them again. your cup of tea, G, david/patrick

Patrick’s mid-sentence, laughing about the awful movie they saw tonight, but the words die on his lips when he turns to look at David. do you want something?, E, david/patrick

After the third date night in a row where their conversation devolves into quarterly projections and negotiations with their new bespoke potpourri vendor, David has to bring it up. turning the tide, G, david/patrick

Patrick glances at his husband, standing beside him in line for the checkout. hair today, E, david/patrick

Schitt’s Creek is in the middle of a record-breaking heatwave, and Patrick really is not made for it. it’s a tank top, david, E, david/patrick

Patrick says it while they’re slow-dancing in the middle of the cafe, after Twyla’s third gritted-teeth-smile comment about needing to close up soon. tonight’s the night, E, david/patrick

“C’mon, you’ve got thirty minutes.” Noah whispers the words into Dan’s ear, ticklish and tempting. the process, E, dan/noah

Noah doesn’t really tease Dan for it in the days before the results come in. crush, E, dan/noah

They’re on the couch, Patrick tapping away at his notes for a speech he’s giving at a small business conference in a few days, David tucked up with a book and a mug of steaming tea, their record player low and gentle in the background. won’t let you fall, E, david/patrick

prettttttttty sure everyone has been tagged at this point, but this is an open call to anyone reading who would like to do this and hasn’t been tagged: go forth! 💛

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jackiesarch · 5 years

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perfect

Jacob nudges her awake early on a Sunday morning, long before the bunker is echoing with the sounds of daily life, long before anyone in their right mind should awake. Rook is still half asleep. Her eyes burn with the strength it takes to keep them open, and her limbs feel heavy and useless.

“What?” she mumbles. Her voice is muffled, scratchy, and before she knows it Jacob is rolling on top of her, propping himself up with one arm and taking the blankets with him. “God, Jacob, what time is it?”

He huffs out a laugh, his breath fanning across her chin. The corners of his eyes crinkle – a new development, Rook has noticed, one that means he’s laughing more, smiling more, maybe more than he ever has.

“Early,” Jacob informs her quietly. He leans down to press his lips to her collarbone. “Thought I would get you up before the two little nightmares we created make their appearance.”

Their children are six and two, and excel at making a scene. Charlotte has a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn to snuggle with her parents, and Delilah doesn’t care what time it is – if she’s awake, she’s out of bed and off somewhere wreaking havoc in the bunker. Jacob is right to have her up this early. They rarely get to spend time alone together.

She’s still sleepy, but Rook reaches up and runs her hands up his sides. He’s warm, like he always is, solid heat and the silky feel of scar tissue under her fingertips. Her fingers slide up, finding purchase on his shoulder blades, and Rook pulls him down close.

“Hi,” she says, quiet and breathy, feeling Jacob’s chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. “I love you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

Rook snorts, and Jacob’s mouth finds its way to her neck, then up towards her jaw. The pleasant scratch of his beard against her skin sends a jolt of heat through her, pooling down in the pit of her stomach. His lips leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses against her skin, and when he gets to her mouth, Rook tugs him down by the back of the neck and runs her fingers through his hair.

They kiss lazily, refreshingly, Jacob’s free hand drifting down and under the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. The tips of his fingers trace scars, stretch marks, circle the edge of her navel. It makes her shiver.

The open flat of Jacob’s palm slides upwards, settling at the top of her ribcage, and it happens just as he runs the tips of his fingers along the underside of her breast.

“Daddy!”

Rook finds herself very glad that the Seeds had the foresight to include bedroom doors in their bunker plans. Jacob sighs heavily and drops his head, his forehead resting against hers, and Rook startles herself with the snort of laughter that tumbles out of her. The fingers on her middle wriggle against her skin, and she squirms, ticklish.

“I distinctly remember you asking for this,” Rook muses, giving Jacob her best shit-eating grin. He looks less than impressed. “I believe your exact words were ‘I wouldn’t mind having another one’.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Jacob mutters. He kisses her high up on her cheekbone, then peers over his shoulder toward the bedroom door. “Sorry, don’t know anyone by that name. Think you might have the wrong door.”

There’s a giggle from outside and an almighty crash as the door flies open and smacks against the wall. Jacob flinches at the sound of metal against metal and rolls over onto his back. He turns his head toward Rook and sighs, and a half second later a six year old and a two year old tumble on top of him heavily.

“Okay,” Jacob says, admirably steady even with the air being crushed out of his lungs by the weight on his chest, “one of you has to go before you break my back. C’mon, off.”

He keeps Charlotte and offloads Delilah onto her mother. Rook grins. She doesn’t have a favorite child, but she’ll always be a sucker for her baby girl. Delilah’s the only one, she often jokes, that looks anything like her: curly blonde hair, wide blue eyes, and nothing but smiles.

Rook snuggles Delilah up and kisses her forehead. She giggles and twists around her like a tiny octopus.

“What were you and Mommy doing?

Jacob clears his throat, and Rook is thrilled to see how he plans on explaining this one away. His discomfort, she finds, has always been quite pleasant for her.

“Mm,” Jacob hums. He looks down at Charlotte and pets her head. “We were wondering if you could return a baby to the hospital after six years. Mom thinks you need the receipt.”

Charlotte frowns and rolls off her father, a fit of drama that Rook thinks is suspiciously John in nature. She settles in the middle space between Jacob and Rook, and glares at the ceiling.

“You can’t return me.”

Jacob elbows her gently. “Yeah, well, you don’t have to worry. We got rid of the receipt and it’s too late to take you back now. Your sister, though…”

“No!” Delilah shouts. Charlotte squirms away from the bed and lands unsteadily on the floor in front of it.

“Let’s go, Lilah!” she yells, entirely too loud for this early in the morning. “Come on, before he takes us back!”

Delilah scrambles out of her mother’s arms and her tiny feet hit the floor. She follows Charlotte out of the bedroom and down the hallway, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her voice carries, bounces off the high ceilings, and Rook wonders just how many tired folks she’s going to have to apologize to at breakfast this morning.

When they’re gone, Jacob laughs and rolls back over. Rook raises her eyebrows at him when he leans down close to her.

“I’ve learned,” he says quietly, looking pleased with himself, “that threats are a very effective technique for repelling nosy children.”

“That so?

“So far, so good,” he says, nosing in to kiss her lips.

#my writing #jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed #dad!jacob #far cry 5 #fc5 fic #far cry fic #soft jacob #kid fic

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