#tickleween2025

“No way- you hang on! You’re so indecisive tonight!” Sanemi growled out his annoyance, fingers skillfully digging into Giyu’s belly and sides while the brunette kicked and laughed beneath him. “If you want me to be in costume so bad, just say so! I might be more motivated to do it if you say so.”

“I dohohohohn’t wahhaahnt you to fehhheheel ohoohohbligahhahated! Ehahahaha- Ahhahahaha, Shahahnemihihihihi!” Giyu arched when his lower ribs were grabbed, his hands encasing Sanemi’s and weakly tugging at them. “Nohohohohohot thehehehehehre!”

“Say you want to see me dressed up.” Sanemi growled. “Say it. Say you want me to wear that dumb mask and walk around with you holding hands all night.”

“I dihihihidn’t sahhhay tahhahat lahahahst pahahahrt!”

“Oh. Yeah, you didn’t.” Sanemi blushed. “Well- you were clearly thinking it!”

Maybe he was. “Sahahhahnemi! Eheahhaha- fihihihne! Fihihihine, I wahahahant yohohohu to drehhehehehess up!” Giyu confessed, and the tickles came to and end. The hands lingered on his sides though with warning. “I wahahant you to dress up with me. I wahahnt to hold hands and be an annoying couple with you on Halloween.”

“....Okay.” Sanemi nodded, cheeks still pink as he sat up. “That’s all you had to say, you know.”

“I don’t want to come off as selfish.” Giyu admitted, earning a gentle flick to the forehead. “Hey..”

“You're my boyfriend. You can be selfish from time to time.” Sanemi chided him gently, kissing the spot he flicked. “If it’s for you, I’ll wear it. Not for Uzui, though. I don’t know what dumb vision he’s got going on, but I’m doing this for you and you alone.”

“He gave everyone masks.” Giyu added softly. “He wants us to be Deities."

“Gah- whatever. My motivation still stands.” Sanemi pretended to sound annoyed, and Giyu smiled. “Let’s go out and have a good time.”

“Iiihihihhihtadohohohohori!” Megumi fell back into his chest, nearly flying off his log seat as his sides were mercilessly tickled. “Knohhohock it ohohohoff! Thehehere’s an oohohohpen flahahahame!”

“No worries, Gooms- we’re far enough from it. Tell you what-” Yuji wrapped both arms around him suddenly, pulling him back and completely off the log. Megumi let out a small ‘oof’ as he landed on his butt, still connected with the other. His shock didn’t last long once the tickling started up again. “There you go! No burns to worry about!”

“Thihihihis ihihihsn’t hehehelping! Ehahhahaha, gahahhaha- YUJI!” The brunette kicked and flailed on the ground, trying and failing to tug the iron-gripped hands off his torso while the pink haired boy laughed on. “Nohohohobahahahara, hehehelp! Goohohohojo!”

“Aww, Yuji’s comforting Megumi after the big scare!” Nobara cooed sweetly, giggling as she watched them wrestle. “What a good friend he is!”

“Makes me kinda jealous- I wish someone would comfort me like that.” Gojo mused with equal amounts of glee, rotating a marshmallow in the flames until it was burnt. “I’ll find solace in food. Want one?”

“Sure- just don’t burn it.” She turned away, leaving Megumi to his fate. Traitors, both of them! He hoped they dropped their marshmallows!

“Yuhuuhuji, Yuhuhuhuji stahhaap! I’m nohohohot scahahahhared!” Megumi cried out, gasping for air when the tickles finally came to an end. “Uhuuhhugh, you suhuhck!”

“Pfft- heehehehe!” The stronger boy giggled, delighted. He helped Megumi back up to the log while the others sat down, smooshing melted marshmallows between chocolate and graham crackers. “I knew you wouldn’t get scared over my scary stories- being the horror buff you are. I still wanted to make you scream, though.” He grabbed a marshmallow and toasted it, popping it into his mouth with reckless abandon. “Your turn! Tell us a good one, Gooms!”

“...Heh, fine.” He gave in, earning a chorus of muffled cheers. “Get ready. This one is actually gonna be scary.”

“I’m serious! One time I did so by mistake, the next thing I knew- the man standing on it fell! He broke two ribs and his arm!” Yor rushed to explain, pulling her husband away from the path of the ladder. Granted, the ribs were on me when I tried to help him up. Better not tell him that. “I don’t want you to get cursed!”

“Yor, I understand your fear, but superstitions are hearsay.” He gently assured her as they continued walking. To prove his point, he pointed ahead. “See? There’s a black cat. Isn’t there a saying about them passing-”

Yor moved so fast he didn’t get to finish. She had the cat up, across the street, and was back standing beside him in record time. Said cat stood there a bit shocked, hair standing up and eyes wide. Loid looked equally surprised.

“S-Sorry! I erm, took a few running classes in the past! Wanted to improve my stamina- you know?” She frantically squeaked, looking between him and the cat. “I panicked when I saw the cat- I wanted to avoid bad luck! So t-there! I saved us from another possible curse!”

“T-Thank you…but as I was saying earlier- superstitions are hearsay. There’s no scientific evidence that proves it.” Though admittedly he found her faith in such a thing kinda cute. If she didn’t look so frazzled by the idea of curses, he wouldn’t try so hard to assure here they weren’t real.

He began to walk again, only to feel something crunch beneath his foot. When he looked down, he found Yor’s hand mirror cracked into a million pieces. “Oh. Yor, I’m so sorry-”

“The broken mirror…” She groaned, but not for the reasons he expected. “Seven years…”

“I’ll buy you a replacement.” He kneeled down to gather up the broken mirror, inspecting the damage. “But you needn’t worry about that-”

“Your seven years starts now.” A voice in his ear came out of nowhere. Before Loid could turn around, hands grabbed his sides, tickling him.

“AH! Frahahhankie! Knohohohock it ohohohohff!” He yelped at the sudden touch, recognizing him immediately. His friend and informant laughed like a kid at his trick, delighted by Loid’s reaction. “Whahahat the hehehehell? Whehehehre did yohohoohu come frohohohom?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’m the devil that lives in mirrors when you break them! Muahahhhaa!” He gave Loid’s armpits a taser, making the blonde shout and fall to his knees. Just barely avoiding the glass too- that was close! “This is the curse you get when you destroy my home!”

“Gehahahhhaha! Frahahahankie, Frahahankie- KNOHOCK IF OFF!” The blonde twisted to punch him, but the informant was far too aware of Loid’s moves- easily avoiding it. He was also smart enough to know when to back off.

“Eheheh, okay okay! Such a grump, this guy.” Franky laughed joyfully, running up to Yor before Loid could retaliate. “Hello, Mrs. Forger! I heard this big lug head broke your hand mirror. Lucky for you- I now sell them! Little trinkets for lovely ladies like yourself on the town. First one’s free, as a token of our friendship.”

“Oh, Franky- you don’t have to do that.” Yor smiled, clearly touched. Loid’s chest twisted a little- was he jealous? Strange.

“I’ll pay for it.” He cut in, standing up and discarding the glass he collected nearby. “It’s the least I can do. Besides, you really shouldn’t be giving out things for free.”

Franky smirked, as if expecting this outcome. That bastard! Yor on the other hand seemed blissfully unaware, a look of gratitude in her eyes as she smiled gently. “Thank you, Loid- you really don’t have to do that.”

“It’s how I’m gonna reverse the curse.” He decided, and she beamed in understanding. Ah, what a beautiful smile that was.

A small victory, but a victory all the same. Even if he now had to pretend to believe in curses.

“Eh! N-nohoohho, nohohoho, doohonhn’t you dahahhare! I diihihhdn’t meahhahan it!” Akutagawa shoved at his furry head, trying to lean forward and away, but Atsushi wasn’t letting him go. “Thahaht was meahahhan, I’ll aahhhahehedmit ihihihit! I’m sohohohohorry!”

The nibbles didn’t stop. If anything, Atsushi seemed to graze his neck and upper back even more with his teeth, never biting down of course- and not with enough pressure to tear skin or clothes. Just..enough to tickle like crazy! Which it did- much to the Rashomon wielder’s embarrassment.

“Fihihihne, fihihihne I ruhuhushed up hehehehere! Ehahhaa, I cohohohouldn’t wahahhait for yohoohohhu! Is thahahat whahaht you wahahanted to hehehahahar?” Akutagawa confessed. Only then did the tickling end. Atsushi huffed with pride, nuzzling his back some more with his nose for a few more tickles before cozying up again. “You knohohw..you’re a real goof, you know that.”

In response, the tiger purred loudly, even more so when Akutagawa resumed his gentle chin and ear scritches. “But you’re my goof, tiger or human. I truly am fond of you, weretiger.” When he got nudged, Akutagawa rolled his eyes fondly. “Fine, I love you. I love you with all my heart.” His face felt hot. He blamed it on the chilly temperature.

In response, Atsushi sat up until he was able to press his face against Akutagawa’s, his wet nose right up against his cheek. It was the equivalent of a kiss in this form, along with a silent “I love you, too.” It never failed to make the brunette’s heart fill with joy.

“Interesting..very interesting.” L mused, suddenly very close. When did he get here so fast? How did Light not notice? “So people with Type A blood are ticklish here.”

“What are you going on about? There’s no correlation between blood types and tickle spots!” Light argued, leaning back when L poked him again. “Gehhet! Get back, you fiend!”

“Fiend, am I? Are you saying I’m your enemy cause you’re secretly Kira?” There it is. L’s fingers descended upon him like a bird to its prey. Or perhaps in the position he was currently sitting in- a gargoyle. “Why else would you consider your coworker and ally as such?”

“Yoohohohu know dahahamn whihihihihiy! Gehahhaha, knohoohhck it ohohohoff! Knohohohck it ohohohoff, you ihihhinsoohohmiahahahtic ahahahhass!” Light wheezed, twisting and squirming as best he could given his limited movement. Everytime he thought he could get away, the bastard would pull the chain connecting them, dragging him back within tickle range! “Whohohohoho chahahhaain’s thehehemsehehehlves to thehehir friehehehnd juhuhust to tihiihcke theehheem?”

“Friend?” The word seemed to make L falter some in his tickle attack. Light took this chance to push himself away. “You consider me a friend?”

“Ehhh..ehehehe..eheheheh. S-Sure. I suppose I do.” Light’s face felt hot. He knew part of it wasn’t from the tickling. He tried to avoid those big black irises staring him down as he pulled himself up in his seat, rubbing his torso. “I guess you can say after spending endless nights with you, we’re closer than before.”

That sounded wrong. L didn’t seem to notice. “A friend..not a fiend.”

“No, you still are a fiend.” Light quickly added, earning a smile. “But like..I guess you can be both- why the hell were you tickling me?” He blurted, reflecting on what just happened. “And why did you want to know my blood type?”

“I’m doing research. There’s no scientific correlation connecting the two, but it’s been something that’s been on my mind recently.” L shrugged a shoulder, as if that answered anything. “Thank you for participating.”

“Participation? And what research would you be doing, exactly?” Why tickle spots? Would that mean people with his type of blood have a higher percentage of ticklish ribs? Did different types indicate different spot sensitivities? Genetics he heard could play a role in someone’s sensitivity, but blood type-

Oh god. He was catching L’s morning shenanigans. “Ugh, it’s spreading.”

“Hm?” L looked at him curiously as he stood up, tugging gently at the chain.

“Nothing. Come on- we need coffee. And cake.” He added at L’s scrunched brow, making it smooth out with the most hopeful expression.

“I do! It’s amazing on its own, but I’m tempted to ask Joe if he’d turn it into Mochi for me.” Langa popped a few candies in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the sugary taste. “You’ve never been much of a sweet-tooth, Reki. Makes sense why you can’t appreciate a gem such as this.”

“Hey, that’s not true! I can appreciate a good sweet! This though…this is too sweet.” The redhead shook his head with a laugh at Langa’s exaggerated eye flutter, eyeing the candy once more. “Well..can I try one more?” He reached out.

“No way!” Langa twisted his body, hiding his candy against his chest. “You’ve insulted the great candy corn! You get no more!”

“Come on- don’t be like that!” Giggling more, Reki scooted over, gently tickling his sides and making Langa twitch. “Share! Sharing is caring! I wanna try being a believer again.”

“Ehehehehe! R-Reheheeki! Nohoohho wahhahahay! I’m gohohohonna eahahhat it ahhaall!” He boldly declared, curling up further around the candy. He doubled over completely, a human treasure chest that inadvertently opened up various tickle spots to his boyfriend. “Iihihih’m goohohoohnna eahahhat thehehem alhahahall and nohohohot shahahahre!”

“You’re gonna get so sick! How are you gonna eat-” Reki looked to his left, grabbing an order form. “Holy- you ordered five pounds of Candy Corn?? You can do that?”

“Ehehehe! I ahahactually ordered tehehehen!” He squeaked out, falling to his side in hysterics at Reki’s gaping mouth. “I rehahahally lohohoove cahhhandycorn!”

“Only you would buy ten pounds of candy corn unironically.” Reki shook his head as he reached out, tickling his boyfriend some more until Langa was squeaking and rolling on his back. Once there, he shoved his hand into the bag, successfully grabbing a handful. “HA!” He proudly declared, popping a few into his mouth. “Eh.”

“Pfft- gehahahaha! Your fahahahce!” Langa cackled when Reki looked disgruntled,nose twitching and eyes narrowing some at the flavor. “All that fight and you still don’t like it!”

“It’ll grow on me! Maybe..” He waited until Langa calmed before offering his handful. Instead of dropping some in his hand, however- he began feeding them one by one. “Heh, this is like those Gods with the grapes in the cartoons.”

“Hmm..a god of Candy Corn.” Langa mused, snuggling up so his head was against Reki’s lap. “I could get into that. I’d be the sweetest God there is.”

“Or the fattest.” Reki teased, making Langa sputter and laugh. “Seriously though- are you really gonna eat all that by yourself? More power to you if you can.”

“Nah, I’m gonna see if the guys want any. Joe might- Miya and Shadow absolutely will, Cherry maybe not.” Langa looked thoughtful, thinking out loud about their friends and what they liked. The entire time, Reki smiled down at him warmly- not daring to interrupt. “What? What is it?”

“Nothing. I’m just falling in love with you all over again.” Reki smiled, and Langa blushed bright red. For a second, Reki wondered if he went too far.

Then Langa smiled up at him, making Reki’s insides melt and his heart flutter. “You're as sweet as Candy Corn.”

“Coming from you- I’ll take that as a compliment.” The redhead laughed, leaning down and kissing his brow. “Shall we go share the candy with the others?”

“Later. For now, I wanna stay like this.” Langa closed his eyes as he got comfortable in Reki’s lap, letting out a happy sigh. Reki ran his fingers through his soft blue hair, curling it around his fingers as they enjoyed each other's company.

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Then he immediately gagged, sputtering and coughing. “Glitter! Too much gli-hiitter!” He wheezed, drinking more brew to wash it down. Kazuki and Miri shared a look as Rei finished the cup in one gulp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You good?” He asked, then when Rei nodded- “How was it?”

“Sparkly. I think I just disco-coated my insides. It was..whoa-” Rei put down the mug, suddenly unsteady. Kazuki's concern shot up tenfold as he closed the distance, a hand on his roommate’s back. “I feel something coming over me..”

“Papa Rei?” Miri asked, standing in her seat. Rei made a gesture Kazuki couldn’t quite see, but she was sitting once more, a hand over her mouth.

“Sugar rush?” The hitman asked, his concern melting away with an eyeroll when he saw Miri starting to smile. Rei bent over, holding his head. “It’s not even booze, Rei.”

“I feel…I feel…whoooooa!” Rei shot up suddenly, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “I can feel it coming on!”

“Rei.” Kazuki struggled not to laugh, forcing a frown as he folded his arms with a deadpan stare. Miri covered her mouth with two hands, giggling. “It’s soda.”

“No- the brew! The brew it’s…it’s turning me…” The assassin grabbed his chest, doing a small spin until he was facing Kazuki. He peeked up at the blonde through his bangs before muttering under his breath “...ster.”

“What?” Kazuki leaned forward, turning an ear to Rei. The assassin leaned real close and whispered, voice harrowing.

“I’ve become…a tickle monster!”

“REI-” Kazuki had no time to react, his shocked squeak turning into a fit of giggles when Rei grabbed his sides, squeezing them up and down rapidly. “Ahehahahahaha! Whahhat thehehee heheheck? Ihihihiiht’s lihihihihiteraahahlly juhuhust sohohohoda!”

“No way. I drank a brew made by a witch!” Rei teased, hugging Kazuki from behind as he carried on digging into all the tickle spots along his torso. “Or maybe it was an ogre? Yeah- a big stinky ogre with ruby red eyes and scaly skin!”

“Shuhuhuhuhsh! Eheahahahhaa, yohohohou’re sohohoohohoh mehahahahan!” Kazuki wheezed out, feeling both offended and tickled by the ridiculous comparison. At Miri’s squeals of delight, he turned to his potential savoir. “Mihiihihihiri, hehehehelp! Hehehehep Pahhahaapahaha Kahahahzuki!”

“Stay back, Miri, you’ll turn to stone if you smell his burps.” Rei called out to the little girl. “Help me defeat him instead!”

“Hehehe! Papa Rei, Papa Kazuki! You two are funny!” She laughed gleefully, clapping her hands. She looked at the empty cup, turning her bright eyes up to the men. “I want some too! I wanna be turned into a tickle monster!”

“You don’t need a brew to become one- come help me!” Kazuki, who had broken free at some point, quickly dived behind Rei and grabbed his arms, pulling them back. “Tickle his ribs, Miri! Don’t hold back!”

“Kazuki you son of a-ahehahhahahahha! Nohooho, Mihihihiri!” Rei yelped when Miri climbed over the counter, standing on it as she poked and prodded at Rei’s torso. “Dohohoohhn’t tihiihihckle mehehehehee!”

“Hehe, he’s so funny! Papa Kazuki, I wanna become the scariest tickle monster of all!”

“Ooo, that sounds fun! I’ll make you your own special witch’s brew later. For now, help me make Rei squeal like a pig!” He boldly dug into his armpit, making Rei do just that. Together, they brought Rei to the floor, unyielding in their tickle antics.

The witches brew would turn out to be quite the success! Maybe just without all the glitter.