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WAAAHHH LOOK AT THEM 😭 i love how satoru uses the tickling to force suguru to dance around and then he just drops the act and tackles him in the end they're so CUTE

I'M BACK HELLO :D the lee tanizaki thing you wrote was so cute, i have to request another fic 🖤

this time hmm- could you maybe do lee geto and ler gojo with 💃 and 🥥: "oh come on, loosen up a little!" please?

again, no worries at all if this doesn't speak to you or you don't wanna write it for whatever reason, i hope you're having the loveliest day 🖤🖤

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“Oh sweet!! I love this song!!” Gojo cried, jumping out of his seat and starting to dance. “C’mon Suguru! I need a dance partner!”

“No thanks. I like watching you dance.” Geto replied, amazed at the moves Gojo had. “Damn dude! Since when could you move like that?”

“What do you mean? I always had these killer moves!” Gojo shot back, wiggling his arms.

Geto snickered as he watched his best friend do the most ridiculous dance moves. Maybe blasting music in the dorm at this hour was a bad idea but he didn’t care. As long as Gojo was being silly, he’d willingly suffer the whack to the head Yaga would give them.

“Suguru! C’mon!” Gojo urged, doing the moonwalk over to him. “Dancing is so much fun! I need a partner!”

Geto laughed, watching as Gojo tried to go up onto his toes and do the Michael Jackson classic pose. “Sorry man, I don’t have the same…slick moves as you.” he replied, laughing harder as Gojo fell over holding his feet. “And you know you’re no ballerina, Satoru.”

Gojo frowned and stood up, continuing to dance as he approached Geto. Now slightly nervous, Geto scooted back until he felt his back press up against the wall. That specific look Gojo got when he intended to stir up some trouble was present.

“Suguru.~” Gojo purred, yanking Geto up and spinning him.

“Hey! Dude, cut it out! I don’t wanna dance!” Geto squeaked, finding himself dipped and Gojo’s hand supporting his lower back. “Okay, you’re on thin ice, Satoru. Let me go!”

“Oh come on! Loosen up a little!” the white haired teen chuckled, pulling him back up only to poke his sides. “Plus, it’s just the two of us. Shoko and the others can’t tease us.~”

“S-still!” Geto argued, a wide grin on his face. “The music is too loud! Turn it down! We might get in trouble! I’m not even supposed to be in your dorm after the last incide-AAAHA! Oh my gohohosh, dude! Knohohock it off!!”

Knowing this would get a reaction from the dark haired teen, Gojo continued to poke his sides. A slight blush formed on Geto’s cheeks and when Gojo lobster pinched his sides, Geto jerked away. The funniest part was that he jerked away at the exact moment the beat dropped, Gojo dancing as he sauntered over to give him another jab to the tummy.

Gojo only followed his every move, poking, prodding and squeezing the ticklish spots he had memorized. He knew that Geto would break down and submit. It was just a matter of consistently poking Geto’s weak spots.

“There we go!” Gojo exclaimed, continuing to tickle his best friend and watch him dance around to avoid him. “But now actually move to the beat of the song, you silly goose! Let loose! Hey that rhymes!”

Geto jumped around the room, trying his best to avoid Gojo’s tickling fingers. “Ihihit was a shitty rhyme! HEY! No!!”

It became a little tango, Geto laughing and trying to stay away while Gojo tried to get as close as possible to him. After a few more minutes of forcing Geto to move to the beat of the song, Gojo decided that was enough and tackled him to the floor, the two a pile of flailing limbs.

“Hey! Dahahammit Satoru!!” Geto growled, raising his hand in an attempt to bonk his friend on the head playfully. “You’re reheheally getting on my last ne-AAAAHAHAHA!! QUIT IT YOU AHAHAHASS!! SHOKOOOOOO!! HEHEHELP!!!”

“Wow! Calling me names now, Suguru?~” Gojo teased, pressing his cheek against Geto’s. “I’m hurt! I thought you loved me more than you loved Shoko!”

“IHIHI TAHAHAKE IT BAHACK!! MY LOVE FOHOHOR YOU HAHAHAS BEEHEHEHEEN REVOKED!! AHAHAHAA!!” Geto spat, slapping at Gojo’s wandering fingers.

“Oh hell no! That won’t happen! I’m gonna tickle you until you take it back and say that you love me!”

“YOU AHAHARE A PAIN IN THE AHAHASS, SATORUUUHUHUHU!!” Geto cried, finally submitting to the tickles.

Gojo snickered as he drilled his thumbs into the dips of Geto’s hips. Screw dancing, getting Geto to dance was a lost cause from the start. Maybe all Gojo wanted was to hear his best friend’s incredible laugh.

And maybe, just maybe, Geto enjoyed the silliness as well.

A/N: Thanks for another great request Rey! I hope you enjoyed some Gojo and Geto silliness😆

#i forgot to reblog help i'm sorry #i'm here now!#i loved this so much thank you for writing it!!#jujutsu kaisen #myst’s 200 followers event #rey's moots #myst 🌌

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myreygn · 1 day

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yeyy a tag game

no pressure tags: @nataliewritez @mystwrites @serpentstyles @kokupuffs

picrew and last song you listened to <3

no pressure tags

@wilburthetherian @hold-my-dr-pepper @femboy-hooters-official @100percent-shell-oil @nanochittle

@tameable50 @ford-mustang-1969 @truly-jcjenson @sam-the-skelepun

#tag game #rey's moots

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myreygn · 2 days

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more stuff about becoming a god being inherently dehumanizing pls

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myreygn · 3 days

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he just wanted to ask what color they are 😔

#it's me :)#demon slayer #kny #obanai iguro #sanemi shinazugawa #pushing my obasane bestie agenda #mitsuri kanroji #kaburamaru

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myreygn · 3 days

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THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT I NEED TO FINISH THIS SHOW @knizmokat come and look at this

Always the Baby

*The Bear platonic tickle fic*

Description: Sugar is tired of arguing with Carmy about his well-being. She and Richie decide to take matters into their own hands.

Warnings: Swearing

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It’s 6:00 am on a cold Chicago Wednesday.

Natalie Berzatto pulls her scarf up to her nose and braves the short walk from her car to The Bear (WIP)’s back entrance. She’s arrived early to get some inventory done before the rest of the staff clocks in, savoring the peace and quiet that will precede a day of noisy construction and question after repetitive question from well-meaning staff.

Sugar makes her way through the gutted kitchen and rounds the corner to the small office. She yelps in surprise when there’s already a figure at the desk.

“Carmy?!”

Her younger brother looks up from where he’s writing, equally startled.

“Jesus. Morning to you, too, Sugar” Carmy says gruffly. He rubs his eyes, which are underlined by a deep purple. He runs a hand through his greasy curls and sits up straight.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sugar demands, throwing her coat and scarf over a hook.

“Working,” Carmy says flatly.

“You were here overnight again.”

“I wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t a question.”

“Nat. We’re adults. Stop.”

“Carm. I don’t stop worrying about you when we grow up, dumbass.”

Carmy turns back to whatever he’s doing with a sigh. Sugar crosses her arms.

“What were you even doing all night?”

“Planning out a theme for the menu. We put together way too many dishes.”

“Sydney said she would help with that.”

“I wanted to get a head start.”

“Carmy,” Sugar groans.

The kitchen entrance swings open in the distance, and Richie appears in the doorway. “Morning, Bears,” he says, much too loudly and much too enthusiastically for how early it is.

“Morning, Richie,” the siblings respond, sounding equally dejected.

“Yeesh. Did I walk in on an argument? I hate when this happens,” Richie says, but he leans in the doorway, making it clear he wasn’t planning on leaving them alone yet.

“Tell Carmy to go the fuck home,” pleads Sugar. “He was here all night again.”

Richie squints, looking Carmy up and down.

“Yeah, cousin, you look like dogshit. Go the fuck home,” he echoes. Carmy groans and runs both hands over his face. “Why are both of you here so fucking early?”

“Don’t change the subject,” snaps Sugar. Carmy rolls his eyes and turns his chair back towards the desk. Sugar throws her hands up, exasperated.

“Oh my god. You haven’t changed since you were ten. Stubborn little bitch whining about his bedtime,” she growls, rolling her eyes back at him.

Richie snorts. “At least this time it’s because he’s actually doing his fuckin’ homework.”

Sugar’s scowl melts into a small smile. “True. He was never doing what he was supposed to. Mikey and I usually had to tickle him into going to bed on school nights.”

Carmy sighs. Their conversation is making it hard to concentrate.

“Think that would still work on him?” Richie asks, suddenly smirking.

“Only one way to find out,” Sugar says, locking eyes with Richie and grinning.

Carmy’s stomach drops when he processes what they’ve been saying. He freezes, but doesn’t look up from his work.

“If you fuckin’ touch me I’ll mince your fuckin' fingers, cousin,” Carmy warns, trying to sound more pissed than nervous. This just makes Richie and Sugar giggle. There is a moment of tense stillness, then, Richie rushes Carmy, cornering him in the desk chair. Carmy swivels to face him but doesn’t get up in time, and ends up with Richie hovering over him. Richie fights to grab at Carmy’s sides, but Carmy is able to wrestle with his arms enough that Richie can’t quite touch him. Richie manages to get the upper hand and latch tightly onto Carmy’s wrists, pulling them away from his torso.

“Get the fuck off me, Richie! Are you fucking serious?”

“Come get him, ‘Sug!”

“Don’t you fucking touch me, I swear to fucking god-” Carmy kicks at Richie and pulls at his arms, but the older man outweighs him, and Carmy is exhausted anyway. Sugar kneels beside the chair and reaches out to grab her brother’s side. Carmy stubbornly clenches his jaw and jerks away from her.

“Sugar, stop! F-fffuckin’ stop!” Carmy snarls at her, his voice strained.

“Still ticklish, Carm?” teases Sugar, adding her other hand to the attack. She digs her fingers into Carmy’s ribcage, and this time he yelps, convulsing.

“Fuck! G-Goddamm-ihihi-” Carmy’s speech starts to get swallowed by giggles, and despite his best efforts to look angry, both dimples pop up as he hides his face in his elbows as best as possible (read: not very well.)

“There it is!” Richie cheers. Sugar claws relentlessly at Carmy’s ribs, eager to earn more laughter out of him. He giggles uncontrollably now, blushing fiercely.

“Stop, stohop! Fuhuhahack-! I’ll end your shihihit!” Carmy threatens shrilly. Sugar moves her hands lower, slipping her hands under the edge of Carmy’s blue apron so she can scratch at his tummy. His white work shirt offers little protection, and the poor chef shrieks despite himself, trying to curl into a ball. He kicks weakly at Richie, but is far from coordinated with how hard he’s laughing now. He desperately sucks in his stomach, but Sugar is undeterred, her nails never disconnecting from his abdomen. Carmy’s laugh is at an embarrassingly high pitch, and he would have been mortified, had he been able to think about anything other than how much it fucking tickles. He squirms as much as he can in the desk chair, which isn’t much, considering Richie’s body is blocking his entire exit.

“Aww, Carm, you really haven’t changed since you were ten!” coos Sugar, pleased to find all of his tickle spots right where she left them. Carmy turns even pinker and tries to say something, but it’s rendered unintelligible by squeaky laughter.

“Oh you are never gonna live this down, cousin,” Richie cackles down at him. This time, Carmy doesn’t bother wasting oxygen trying to fire back. Sugar moves her fingers higher now, burying them under Carmy’s arms. Carmy shrieks, yanking so hard at his arms that he almost pulls Richie over on top of him, and lets out a wheeze that morphs into a snort. He’s able to pull his elbows into right angles, but Richie is strong enough to keep him from closing the gap, and Sugar claws at his armpits freely.

“Jesus! He’s stronger than he looks!” Richie yelps.

“P-plehehease! My fuckin’ sihihides-!” Carmy abandons any remaining dignity and resorts to pleading with his sister. She feels a little guilty and lightens her touch, switching to pinching at his ribs. He twitches with every pinch, unable to stop smiling.

“Alright, Carmy, just answer this for me: What are you gonna do when we let you go?” Sugar asks.

“F-fucking murder yohou bohohohoth!” Carmy snaps without hesitation, though the endless giggling kills any intimidation factor he once had. Sugar scoffs, and Richie makes a loud buzzer sound with his mouth.

“Wrong fuckin’ answer, cousin!” Richie shouts, tightening his grip on Carmy’s wrists again. Sugar’s fingers shoot back under Carmy’s apron and dig into his tummy. She switches between squeezing at the tensed muscle and scratching either side of his belly button. Carmy is in stitches, his body flailing in a helpless battle of curling into a ball or arching his back. Richie and Sugar laugh along with him, his hysterical, contagious cackle a sound unfamiliar to even his closest family. It’s refreshing to see the stress-ridden, hot-headed chef laugh freely for a change.

“Let’s try that again. What are you gonna do when we let you go?” Sugar repeats. She lightens up her touch again so Carmy can have a fair chance at speaking. Her nails scratch repeatedly over his stomach, and he flinches each time.

“Go home! Ihi’ll go hohohome!” Carmy gives in.

“Great! And what will you do when you get there?” Sugar presses, still tickling. Carmy snorts again.

“SLEEP! Fuckin' sleeheep! P-plehease fuckin’ stahahap!”

Pleased with this answer, Sugar removes her hands, and Richie follows suit, allowing Carmy’s arms to drop limply in his lap. Carmy melts in the chair instantly, sucking down air and wrapping his arms around himself. Richie and Sugar giggle at him as he recovers.

“You okay, cousin?” Richie asks.

“Yup… J-just deciding which knife to… kill you with…” Carmy pants, sparking more laughter from the two. Sugar, feeling a little bad, reaches out and scratches Carmy’s head, running her fingers through his unruly curls like she did to calm him when they were kids.

“Stoppit,” he groans, but makes no committed move to stop her. It's a relaxing change of pace from the tickle attack. He sinks a little deeper into the chair, practically lying half in the floor, heavy eyelids drooping shut.

Richie snorts. “Careful, Sug’. He’ll fall asleep right there and we’ll never get him out.”

Sugar looks back down at him, still stroking his hair. He’s fighting hard to stay awake already, her hand running through his hair lulling him into a state of comfort. She looks back at Richie and raises a brow. “Think you can still carry him?”

Richie mirrors her expression. “Is that a challenge? C’mere you big fuckin’ baby,” he says, and lifts Carmy out of the chair, throwing him over his shoulder.

“Stop,” Carmy protests weakly, but again makes no move to avoid him. Any other day he would heavily protest being carried by another grown man, but right now he feels like his limbs are made of jelly, so he lays limply on Richie’s shoulder. As Richie and Sugar make their way through the kitchen with Carmy, they run into Sydney, who is on her way in for the day. Her eyebrows shoot up when she sees them.

“Oh, shit, you guys finally killed him? I respect it, but like, baaad business move right now…” Sydney says flatly.

“Yep, body wouldn’t fit in the oven. Goin’ to the dump,” Richie replies without missing a beat. He pats the barely-conscious Carmy on the back, walks past Sydney and out the door. Sydney looks to Sugar. “...Is he okay?”

Sugar giggles. “He’s fine, just exhausted. I’m taking him to mine so he can take a break. I’ll be back.”

Richie loads Carmy into Sugar’s car. He sleeps the entire 10 minute drive to Sugar’s house, and she somehow manages to convince him to walk inside. He faceplants on the couch as soon as he’s through the door.

“Oh, uh…we have beds,” Sugar says.

“M’fine,” says Carmy, voice muffled through the cushions.

Sugar’s husband Pete comes downstairs, hearing them enter. He's wearing a fuzzy robe over his Star Wars tee and looking rather confused.

“Nat? You’re home early,” he says.

“Just dropping off some cargo,” Sugar replies, gesturing towards Carmy’s motionless form. He’s still in his work apron and shoes.

“Can you babysit? He’s been at the restaurant for a few days so he’ll probably be out for a while.”

“Yeah! He’s safe with me!” Pete says. He looks at Carmy for a moment and furrows his brow. “You’re sure he’s breathing, right?”

“He’s fine,” Sugar says, picking her keys back up. “Just make sure he doesn’t start cooking something in his sleep and set the house on fire. Love you!”

She kisses Pete on the cheek and heads out the door, leaving him to figure out for himself if that last part was a joke. He peers over the back of the couch at Carmy, who hasn’t moved an inch since he got here.

He’ll definitely be out for a while.

#CRYING #THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS #the bear

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myreygn · 3 days

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BOY

"you're in trouble, chef!"

finally feel like drawing again! to the like 4 other tkl community/the bear fans... enjoy

#OBSESSED #the bear

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myreygn · 3 days

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Ahem..

Take a break and eat yo fluffing cupcake 🧁

ahh yum thank you!! i'll take a break later when i'm home i'm at work rn >.<

have some snacks too <3 🥞🍭

#rey answers #koku 🌻

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myreygn · 4 days

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Obamitsu

Yuichiro Tokito

Sanekana

omg i love these!

obamitsu: Rome Is Falling (Civil War)

now we shall meet again in heaven // going out to war is never easy, that is true // another day, another life // i may not have to sacrifice the only good thing in my life // a battle cry, a soldier's sigh, i wish i hadn't said goodbye // this time i won't be coming home

iguro... please... if we're reborn... and we're reborn as humans... can i be your bride?

yuichiro: Drei Wanderer (Faun ft. Versengold)

der zweite mit dem fahlen, durchfurchten angesicht // sprach: "bruder, lass dein prahlen, die karte fürcht' ich nicht" // "was schert mich deine träne und was dein rotes herz?" // "ich stech mit der grazele, gebt raum, ich bin der schmerz"

this is a stretch but hear. hear me out. this song is about fortune, pain and death who play a card game against each other to decide who's the strongest and fortune's verse doesn't really fit muichiro but pain's verse kinda fits yuichiro because he's the contrast to fortune:

the second brother with the pale, furrowed face // spoke: "brother, quit your bragging, i don't fear your cards" // "why would i care for your tear and why for your red heart" // "i attack you with my card suit" // "make way, for i am pain"

(this makes zero sense because i don't know how to translate it properly but i promise it fits please the context is there 😭)

sanekana: I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) (Meat Loaf)

after a while you'll forget everything // it was a brief interlude and a midsummer night's fling // and you'll see that it's time to move on // i won't do that, i won't do that // i know the territory, i've been all around // it'll all turn to dust and we'll a fall down // sooner or later you'll be screwing around // i won't do that, no, i won't do that

because she's gone but he still loves her and he always will, source: trust me

#these were so hard i have almost no love songs in my faves #thanks for sending something in i'm going to bed now #rey answers #ask game

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myreygn · 4 days

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hey rey! i have a few different characters/ships for your ask game so feel free to choose which to do!

1. shin soukoku

2. dazai & odasaku

3. geto

4. kunikida

5. giyuu

hope you have a great day/night! (btw i’ll get cracking on your most recent request for lee geto and ler gojo 😉)

oh oh oh very interesting options! i'll see if i have something for these!

shin soukoku: Fever Dream (Palaye Royale)

can you see the words i'm up here trying to preach // no need to cry, you'll never find me trying to leave // i can see that you're in pain from your pale and lifeless face // so let go and float away

it just has this vibe of hey we're both tangled up in this net of lies that other people tell and wars that other people fight and maybe together we're gonna be strong enough to end all of this

dazai & odasaku: Savior II (Black Veil Brides)

and every word that came from you has carried me // so i'm trying my hardest to be what you made // like a court jester, my smile won't fade // giving it all, rising to fall to my grave // answer the call, living in thrall, you're the one born to save

is it not giving dazai right after oda's death?? just a little bit?? their relationship is so special to me actually i don't talk about them enough (also i was so close to taking loser baby from hazbin hotel i'm sorry 💀)

geto: Joan of Arc (In This Moment)

you can crucify, you can nail me to your cross (light me up, light me up) // you can find me guilty for everything you lost (light me up, light me up) // go ahead, blame me for your sins // go ahead and sacrifice me // i'll be your martyr, i'll be your joan of arc

is this a good time to tell you that i never actually watched jjk? 😭 idk if this fits i feel like it does from the little knowledge i have but you need to tell me if it makes sense i'm so sorry (also yey thank you for writing the request!!)

kunikida: Das Herz eines Drachen (Feuerschwanz)

du hast das herz eines drachen, glühend wie gold // flieg in die schlacht, so edel und stolz // du hast das herz eines drachen in deiner brust // kämpf bis zum schluss // und irgendwann wenn wir verglüh'n // halt ich es fest, weil ich es spür // dass dein starkes herz sein feuer nie verliert // denn dein drachenherz schlägt weiter, tief in mir

i feel like it's often overlooked how much the ada members admire kunikida and this feels like it fits his leader personality so well idk. i'm recommending this song a thousand times and here's a translation for you to make you consider listening to it lol:

you've got the heart of a dragon, glowing like gold // fly into battle, so noble and proud // you've got the heart of a dragon inside of your chest // fight 'til the end // and one day when we burn out // i'll hold onto it because i sense // that your strong heart will never lose its fire // and your dragon heart will keep on beating inside of me

giyuu: 99 Luftballons (Nena)

99 jahre krieg ließen keinen platz für sieger // kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr und auch keine düsenflieger // heute zieh ich meine runden // seh die welt in trümmern liegen // hab 'n luftballon gefunden // denk an dich und lass ihn fliegen

yes it's german again my apologies and there's technically an official english version of this (99 red balloons) but honestly it's a pretty bad translation. it's a song about war being horrible and unnecessary and how we should strive for peace, the balloons being a metaphor for countries firing their weapons over every little thing, and honestly this part i put here reminds me of giyuu and sabito, or giyuu thinking about sabito post canon:

99 years of war left no room for winners // there are no more ministers of war and no more fighting jets // today i'm making my way around // i see the world lying in ruins // i have found a balloon // i think of you and let it fly

#thank you for playing!!#this was so much fun ahhh #rey answers #ask game #rey's moots #myst 🌌

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myreygn · 4 days

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hey i'm bored send me characters/ships from whatever you want and i'll assign them a song from my spotify favorites

#talk to me people #i have work tomorrow but keep me awake please thank you #ask game

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myreygn · 4 days

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AAAAH THE CUTIES- junichiro freaking out about the mario game is so ic he'd get the nerves so bad 😭 and ranpo being so relaxed while junichiro is having a heart attack PLEASE i love them

woohooo 200 followers!! you deserve every single one of them let's goooo 🖤🖤

for your event may i request platonic ler ranpo and lee jun’ichiro with 🥝 and 🎮 please? feel free to decline if you don't feel like writing it <3

ily drink lots of water and also how many requests are allowed asking for a friend ♡

My 200 Followers Event is still Open!!

It had been Ranpo’s idea to host a sleepover at his place. By some miracle gifted by the gods, the world’s greatest detective had also managed to convince Kunikida to join their idea of a boys night. As if a switch was flipped, Kunikida’s normally serious demeanor while still evident due to Dazai’s presence lessened as the night wore on…but it could’ve been due to the fact that for some odd reason, they all didn’t need to report to the office until the late afternoon.

They all stayed up rather late watching a few movies, making horrendous attempts to tell scary stories and play games. A little after midnight, Atsushi and Kenji passed out, then Kunikida and Junichiro followed before Ranpo fell asleep. The last to sleep was of course Dazai and all was quiet.

At six in the morning, Ranpo and Junichiro both woke up, looking at each other and back to the others who were still sleeping. Despite having most of the day off, the two both knew they wouldn’t be able to lull themselves back to sleep and got off of their futons and began to freshen up.

It was an unanimous decision that they wanted to keep themselves busy rather than lying in bed until everyone awoke. Ranpo quickly whipped out his Nintendo Switch and led Junichiro out into the living room, teaching him the mechanics of how Super Smash Bros worked. Within the next hour, the sun rose but the two were in the middle of an intense battle.

“C’mon…c’mon…AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“HAHA!! Tanizaki what are you doing?!”

“NOOOOO!! I FELL OFF THE EDGE!!!!”

“Hehehhee! If you keep screaming like that, you’ll wake up the others!“

Junichiro furrowed his brows as his character of Yoshi respawned, understanding that Ranpo was right. If he was screaming, Atsushi and Kunikida would wake up due to the two being relatively light sleepers.

His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the controller. Ranpo was too damn good at Super Smash Bros for his liking. They were going for another few minutes before Junichiro landed a good blow to Ranpo’s character. Grinning, Junichiro continued to smash the buttons on his controller as he approached Ranpo.

“I’ve gotcha now!” he snickered, attempting to get Ranpo’s character stuck in the egg.

Ranpo wasn’t very phased. In fact, he was as cool as a cucumber, aware of how this would play out. His feet were kicked up on the table towards the left of his Switch set whileJunichiro was stiff, hunched over and anxious, his fingers frantically slamming down on the buttons he needed to press.

As if on cue, Junichiro let out a victorious “HA” as he tried to use his egg skill to trap his formidable opponent only to trap himself within the egg during the process. Letting out a squeak of shock, Junichiro tried to escape but ended up jumping and trapping himself in the egg once more, now tumbling off of the ledge.

“OH NOOOOOOO!!!!” Junichiro screamed, suddenly jumping up and down on the couch, his shock causing him to laugh at the situation. “DAMMIT!!”

“DUDE!!” Ranpo wheezed, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “How’d that happen?!?”

“I DON’T KNOW!!! I WAS SO CLOSE!!!” Junichiro cried, pulling at his sweating face.

“Wow! You really suck.” Ranpo commented, Junichiro shaking his head in astonishment. Sometimes he still can’t fathom Ranpo’s brutal honesty.

“Jeez, thanks Ranpo san…” Junichiro grumbled, growling as he grabbed the controller. “Again!! C’mon! Again! I will beat you this time!!”

“Mm.” Ranpo hummed, waving his lollipop around before sticking it back in his mouth. “Not when you’re this pissed off.”

Junichiro glared. “Again! Let’s go!!”

Ranpo turned and analyzed the situation. He didn’t need his special ability. He knew from one look that Junichiro was frustrated as well as determined to win. Junichiro was very dedicated to his craft if he took the time to focus but Ranpo knew there’d be no way to really win if he was already this worked up after two rounds.

“I know!” Ranpo giggled, raising a finger into the air and wiggling it around. “How about we take a break?”

The redhead whipped his head to face his friend in the glasses. “Hell no! C’mon! Let’s go one more time!”

Ranpo let out a clicking noise and shook his head. Junichiro watched as the world’s best detective fixed his glasses, adjusted his hat, put his lollipop back in the wrapper and rolled his sleeves up.

“HAAA!”

The sudden sensation of skittering fingers traveled up Junichiro’s sides. Fully aware that he was deathly ticklish, Junichiro squealed and started to scuffle backwards in an attempt to escape Ranpo’s sudden tickle attack.

“Hey!! Wait! Ranpo san!” Junichiro cried, his cheeks burning red.

“C’mon, Tanizaki! I know ya wanna laugh!~” Ranpo teased, slowly teasing his friend’s sides. “Hmm…I think Atsushi kun’s more ticklish than you are…”

A giggle escaped from Junichiro. “Mahaybe you just suck ahahat this!”

A new expression filled Ranpo’s face and Junichiro nervously smiled, his hands raising in surrender before he was suddenly attacked. The tickling now wasn’t only along his sides, but all across his stomach, under his arms, along the sides of his neck, anywhere Ranpo could reach.

“No! Ahaha! I tahahake it back!! C-cohohome on! Ahahaha! Rahahanpo sahahan!!”

“Say uncle!~”

“N-no! NOOHOHO! N-NOT THEHEHERE!!”

Ranpo’s eyes glistened with excitement as he heard those words. That means he must’ve found a good spot. Eyeing out Junichiro’s hips, Ranpo smirked.

“Not there? What about here?~” Ranpo grabbed Junichiro’s waist and grinned at the shriek that escaped. “And here? Ooh! Let’s go here!”

Howling with laughter, Junichiro shook his head, his face bright red as Ranpo targeted his most ticklish spots. His hips and ribs were bombarded with the gentlest of touches and the most ticklish vibrations one could imagine. Laughing hysterically, Junichiro squirmed and flailed, desperate to escape this predicament.

“RAHAHANPO SAHAHAN!! AHAHAA! IHIHIT HUHUHURTS!! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!! STOP IT!!” Junichiro screamed, kicking and flailing as best as he could.

“Are you gonna take a break?” Ranpo asked, continuing to tickle Junichiro’s hips and ribs.

“Y-YEHEHEHES!! AHAHAHAA I CAHAHAN’T!! RAHAHANPO SAN PLEASE!! STOP!”

With Junichiro now wheezing, Ranpo slowed his tickling fingers to a stop. Looking down, he smirked at his friend who was curled up into a tight ball and breathing heavily.

“You ready to take a break?” he asked, patting Junichiro’s shoulder.

“N-nooooo!!!” Junichiro whined. “C’mon Ra-AHAHAHAA NOOO!! NO WAIT! PLEASE!!”

“I said to take a break!” Ranpo chastised, placing his hands on Junichiro’s ribs once more. “Or do you want more tickling?~”

“N-no!! No more!!” Junichiro begged, finally giving in. “I-I’ll take a break!!”

Removing his hands, Ranpo happily clapped and shoved his lollipop back in his mouth.

“Good!” he exclaimed.

“Ughhh! I’ll get you next time!” Junichiro growled.

“In exchange for a truce in this video game war, how about we go and bother the others who are still sleeping?” Ranpo suggested, gesturing that he intended to do some face drawings on them.

Junichiro smirked, upon realizing that the others slept through all the screaming and laughing. He grabbed the two sharpies that were in the pencil box and handed one to the detective.

“Kunikida san might blow a fuse if we draw on him so let’s not get him.”

“Good idea! Ooh! Dazai! Let’s give Dazai a mustache, big round glasses and big bushy eyebrows!”

“And give Atsushi cat whiskers and Kenji can get a monocle and a goatee!!”

Laughing evilly, the two high fived and began to tiptoe into the guest room with the sleeping victims. Their video game war was long forgotten, replaced by their desire to cause a little bit of mischief.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request Rey!! I loved writing for Ranpo and Junichiro ☺️Fun fact, the Super Smash thing I wrote actually happened to me back in high school😅👍🏼

#thank you so much for writing this!!#brb gotta request another fic :D #bsd #rey's moots #myst 🌌

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