Had to bring in my darlings of Demon Slayer- I HAD TO! :D Listen- Lee!Giyu is needed. It is life, it is love. It is EVERYTHING!!! I adore them so much y'all- you have no idea (or maybe you do, if you've been following me long enough ehehehehe) I hope you like it!
Day 22: Costume
“Absolutely not.”
“Why? Scared you might like it?” Giyu wasn’t usually this bold, but when he wanted something bad enough, he was ready to break out the trigger phrases. “It’s just a costume, Shinazugawa.”
“I know that! I just don’t wanna wear something so..gaudy.” Admittedly, the Fujin mask was rather extravagant. Leave it to Uzui to go all out making masks for the Hashira to wear. Giyu’s own mask of Suijin was also quite flashy, even more so with the simple Yukata he’d been given to pair with it.
Still- their faces would be hidden all night, and as childish as it was, the idea of going out in couple costumes with Sanemi was…fun. Could you blame him really for wanting to do this? “It suits you. You are the self-proclaimed God of Winds.”
“Oi, Uzui’s the only one here making such bold claims!” Sanemi blushed, twitching some as he looked down at the mask. “Do I really have to wear this thing? It’s honestly kinda ugly, and not to mention I’m too grown to dress up! The kids can do that..”
His disappointment must have shown, for Sanemi softened his defenses. “Ugh, don’t look at me like that!” He looked at the mask a moment longer before giving up, sighing softly. “Fine, I'll wear it.”
“You really don’t have to…”
“Oi, make up your mind, Tomioka!” Sanemi huffed, frustrated. “You looked ready to cry when I complained, and now I’m gonna wear it and you’re insisting I don’t? Pick one!”
“I’m not insisting, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to-Ah!” Giyu yelped when Sanemi tackled him, mindful of the mask. “Shinazu-gahahhahahahahha! Hohohohold ohohoohhn!”
“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.”
“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.”
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Day two- let's GOO!! :D Today, I bring you the darlings from JJK! Tomorrow, who knows? (I do- but you'll have to wait and find out hehe) I hope you like it!
Day 2: Bonfire
“Then…just when she thought she was safe, there was a loud, single knock at her door.” Yuji’s voice was low and creepily theatrical as he leaned forward towards the fire. “The worst part? The knock was coming…from inside the house!”
“Ooo!” Nobara and Gojo squealed like school children- grabbing each other's hands dramatically. Megumi on the other hand was struggling not to yawn, not at all impressed. Maybe it was his own hobbies playing against him, but all the “scary stories” he’d heard so far tonight were things he’d heard time and time again.
Not that he’d voice that outloud. He wasn’t about to kill the vibe of the evening.
“She knew she should listen to her instincts, but her feet carried her slowly towards the bathroom door..” Yuji had stood up, creeping around them all slowly like a monster, hunchbacked and clawed. “She reached for the handle, pulling the door open and peeking out.” When did he get behind him? “She looked left,” His voice was suddenly very close to his ear. “Then right.” He switched sides, his breath tickling Megumi’s neck. “But there was no one there…”
Cliche story aside, Yuji certainly had a presence. Megumi felt oddly tense at how close he suddenly was.
“She thought she was safe, but when she looked in the mirror..” Yuji leaned away, seeming to disappear. Megumi waited a moment, then another. Gojo and Nobara weren’t looking at him, rather waiting with baited breath. Where was Yuji going to pop up?
“THE KILLER WAS THERE!” Yuji suddenly screamed out, his hands grabbing Megumi’s sides and pressing into his ribs. All three of them screamed, though in his case it was more a shocked squeal. “Ahhhhh!”
“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.”
Hi hello- have you SEEN THIS??? Now you have- you see the vision. :D I needed some Tododeku in my life and this was the inspo! It fit the prompt so perfectly AHH! I hope you like it! :D
Day 20: Vampire
Todoroki blinked at himself in the mirror, trying to wrap his mind around why so many people insisted he should be a vampire. Sure, he looked good- the outfit fit him like a glove and was made of nice material- he even had little fangs. Fangs!
He really shouldn’t be this excited over the fangs, but still! FANGS! In a moment of boldness, he hissed at his reflection.
“Pfft-” A snort had him whirling around, finding Deku giggling in his hands. “Ehehahahhaha! Sh-Shoto, do you like your ohohoutfit?”
“Izuku! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” The taller boy covered his bright red face with his cape,mortified. He should have known better than to act so cringe when his boyfriend was home. “Ugh, I ruined the illusion, didn’t I?”
“Not at ahahahall! You looked so hahahappy-eheahhahaha!” To his credit, Deku was trying to get it together. He walked up beside the embarrassed monster, hugging him as he laughed against his chest. “You really look great. I like what you did with your hair, too!”
“You do?” That made him come out some, peeking over his arm. “I, erm, thought it’d look cool.”
“It does! It looks super cool!” Deku recovered, stepping back some to get the full look. His eyes slowly trailed him from head to toe, detail oriented and appreciative of every detail. It felt like he could see right through him, making Todoroki blush more.
Then, to break the tension, he raised his hands and hissed playfully.
“Ah, bugger off!” Todoroki laughed as he turned away, hiding his smile while his boyfriend cackled. “You’re not gonna let me live that down, are you?”
“Never! Heheheheehe! Come on, give me one more good hiss! I wanna see those teeth again!” Deku encouraged, grabbing Todoroki’s sides and tickling gently. “Don’t hold back! Give it your all!”
“Iihiihihzuku! Noohoho, dohohohon’t-ehahahahahahaha!” The duel-element hero squeaked at the sudden tickle, grabbing onto the bathroom counter for support as he squirmed in place. “Cohoohohme ohohohon, knohohohock it ohohohohff! Eheahha, it tihihihickles!”
“Show me the fangs! Show me the fangs!” Deku teasingly chanted, watching his boyfriend’s expression in the mirror as he carried on tickling him. Oh, how he loved his smiling, laughing face! The way his eyes crinkled and the dimple on his left side started to poke out. “There they are! They’re so nice!”
“Thahahank yohohohou! Ehahaha, ehahahhahhahha! Ohoohohkay, ohohohkay, stohohp it!” He twisted around, grabbing Deku’s hands and intertwining their fingers. “Hehehee, stop, stop pleahhhase! Befohohore I swahahallow a fahahang.”
“Oops, don’t wanna do that.” With a happy laugh, Deku shook his hands free to wrap them around Todoroki once more to hold him. “Seriously though- you look amazing.”
“Ehehehe..th-thahanks. You look amazing too.” He looked at his boyfriend standing there, All Might pj bottoms and one of Todoroki’s old t-shirts. At the funny look he got, he leaned down to kiss him sweetly, making Deku melt. “I mean it. You can wear anything and look amazing.”
“Charming and handsome- are you sure you didn’t climb out of a romance novel?” Deku sounded a little breathless when they pulled away, cheeks pink and eyes warm. “Doesn’t matter; you’re mine now.”
Bringing you some Twiyor cause YES!!! My precious darlings- I love them so so much! Yor absolutely gives me "Believes in superstitions" energy and Loid...probably doesn't kjarkjakjrekj and thus this was born! :D I hope you like it!
Day 11: Superstition
“STOP!” Yor screamed so loudly, Loid spasmed like he was electrocuted.
“What? What?” He cried out, frazzled. The brunette was holding her chest, breathing quickly as she willed herself to calm down. “Yor, what’s wrong?”
“Sorry! Sorry- it’s just, you were about to walk under that ladder.” She pointed at it, and when Loid followed her gaze, he tilted his head in confusion. “Haven’t you heard? If you walk under a ladder, you get seven years of bad luck!”
In response to that, Loid blinked, face going blank. “Ah..”
“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.
Listen- LISTEN...It had to happen. It HAD to. I mean *gestures to prompt, then gestures to them* RIGHT??? You see the vision!
Anyway- some SSKK for your souls this fine afternoon! I hope you like it :D
Day 6: Full Moon
Akutagawa looked up at the sky, a knee pulled up to his chest as he watched the clouds overhead clear out. The moon was particularly beautiful tonight, and when that happened..
A low purr could be heard from behind. The brunette smirked at the sound, his smile growing when something soft and warm brushed up against his shoulder. “Figured you’d come up here eventually.”
“Purrr, purrr~” Atsushi rubbed up against him, a walking furnace in the face of the chill. Once he settled, Akutagawa carefully laid back against him, buried in his warm fur with a soft, content sigh. “Purrrrr~”
“Demanding, aren’t we?” Knowing exactly what he wanted, the brunette reached back to give his transformed boyfriend chin scratches. He was never much of a cat person, but when your boyfriend’s a literal weretiger, you pick up a few tricks on how to keep them happy. “Don’t be mad at me if they’re not great- my hands are stiff.”
“Purr?” The tiger seemed to pause, large eyes falling to Akutagawa’s suspiciously bare hands. Usually he’d have on gloves in this weather- mainly the lovely leather pair Atsushi gifted him a few seasons ago.
“Don’t give me that look. I didn’t think I’d need them tonight.” The brunette leaned away some at the glare he was receiving, still giving chin scratches. That seemed to soften the look. “I was..in a hurry.”
“Purrrr?”
“Don’t sound so excited. Like I’d rush up here just to see you.” The brunette huffed, taking his hands back and folding them in his armpits. When Atsushi didn’t respond, he worried he’d been too harsh.
Then those freaking teeth suddenly began nibbling at his shoulders and he realized he should have been harsher!
“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.
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Muahahhahahaha, I read this prompt and got ✨Inspired!✨ At first, I was like "What to do, what to do.." and then it hit me! L's antics! :D I needed to revisit the ol' Light and L at early morning era and bring you another chapter of their sillies. I hope you like it!
Day 25: Blood
“Light.” Here we go again. “What’s your blood type?”
“Is this another way for you to deduce if I’m Kira?” Light rubbed his temples, eyes glaring down at the tiny clock in the corner of his screen. 1:35am. Like clockwork, L was back at asking random questions at the weirdest of times. Light was starting to suspect he did this intentionally- a way to see if Light would slip up and reveal something Kira-related. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve already told you I’m not-
“I had given that some consideration, but no. That’s not why I’m asking.” He claims that, but Light had his doubts. “Tell me, what’s your blood type?”
“…A” He told him, if not with some hesitation. “I don’t know if I’m positive or negative. I never looked into it.”
“Ah.” L nodded, as if this held the answers he seeked. Light waited to see how L would spin it. When the brunette gave him nothing, he took the rare silence for what is was and turned back to his computer. What a strange man-
L’s fingers in his ribs had him shouting out loud, spasming so hard in his seat he nearly fell out. “Ryusaki!”
“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.
Hot take! I don't like candy corn 👀 It's just not for me, you know? (Also reminded me of an old banger while writing this lols) I have to ask- are you Team Reki like me or Team Langa? Loser of the poll gets sacrificed to the ghouls- *gets shot with candy corn bullets*
Day 14: Candy Corn
“You take that back right now!”
“It’s true though- Candycorn is gross.” Reki made a face at the bright orange bag, smacking his lips a few times to get rid of the taste. “What even was that? It tasted like nothing.”
“It tastes like magic!” Langa argued, hugging his beloved candy close to his chest. It was a bit of a disappointment for him when he found out Candycorn wasn’t common in Japan. So much so he made the bold choice of having some shipped overseas to him- a bit of an expense- but now he had enough of it to last the entire fall season.
Unfortunately for him, his boyfriend didn’t seem to share the same sentiment. “You really like this stuff?”
“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.
You KNOW I had to break out the Bachisagi this season- you KNOW I did!!! Some cozy comfort tickles for the darling boys cause they deserve it <3 <3 <3 I hope y'all like it!
Day 4: Cozy
Bachira perked up when he heard the door open, eyes shining at the sight of Isagi. “Welcome home!”
“Hey Bumblebee.” The dribber paused some at the tone. Isagi sounded so, so tired. “I missed you. How’s your day been?”
“It’s..it was nice. A good day.” Shaking off his hesitation, the smaller of the two got up and closed the distance between them. Once there, he pulled Isagi into his arms for a warm embrace. “Even better now that you’re here.”
“Someone’s feeling sweet today.” A laugh escaped, then Isagi’s tired arms came around him to hold him back. “Thank you. I’m gonna go…” He was looking towards the bedroom as he trailed off, the thought of walking anymore making his shoulders droop. “Ugh.”
“Pfft-“ Bachira buried his face into his chest to hide his giggles. Oh how he loved his adorable Isagi! “Come on, take your shoes off.” He made a big show of dropping to the floor, tugging at Isagi’s sneakers while the other struggled to stay standing. “There’s one- hey you’re wearing the socks I bought you!”
“Of course I am. They’re my lucky socks.” Isagi hopped a little , waving his yellow-clad foot about. They were adorned with little bumblebee prints. “Helps me score on the soccer fi-eheheheld! Stop that!”
“Hehe, I had to!” Bachira giggled after quickly scribbling his fingers up his foot. Releasing him, he made short work of Isagi’s other shoe before taking his hand, leading him to the couch. “Sit down, put your feet up. Want me to massage them? I can go get the gun.”
“Megu, get your gun.” Isagi snorted. Bachira suspected there was a reference in there somewhere. “It’s alright- my feet don’t hurt.”
“Your back? Neck?” Bachira asked, waggling his brows and making the other grin. “Let me take care of you, Blue Skies.”
“I’m really okay in that sense. I’m just..tired.” Isagi yawned mid-sentence, melting into Bachira’s side. A few shifts later, he had Isagi with his back into his chest, their legs loosely tangled and their fingers intertwined. “Not sleepy, but..mentally exhausted.”
“Wanna talk about it?” Bachira asked, and when Isagi shook his head. “Wanna laugh about it?”
“…” The brunette looked thoughtful. Then he nodded, cheeks pinking. “Just a bit, if you’re offering.”
Bachira smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Then he brought his hands to Isagi’s sides, slowly curling his finger against his sweatshirt. His boyfriend twitched, giggling soft at the feeling. “Is this soft enough?”
“Yohohou could go hahaharder- I dohohon’t mihihi-ehehehehehe!” Bachira did as asked, pressing in just a smidge more. He avoided his lower ribs and hips, fingers drumming along his belly instead to keep him laughing. “Ehehehhe, buhuhuhumble beehehehhehe!”
“You love this, don’t you?” Bachira cooed in his ear, making it turn red. “Getting tickled so gently, so nicely by your precious boyfriend~ I know I love this- I love hearing you laugh and seeing you smile, feeling you squirm in my arms knowing you can easily leave but won’t cause you love it too much!” He leaned in and kissed Isagi’s reddening neck, making him squeak with a high pitched giggle. “But really, if you need me to stop, I will.”
“Ehehehe! Hehehehehe! Ahehahaha!” Isagi shook his head despite it all, snuggling further into Bachira’s chest. “Ihihihit’s fihihihine! I’m fihihihine! Ehahahahaha!” A few prods to his lower belly had him throwing his head back against Bachira’s shoulder, snorting though his laughter. “Thahahat’s tohohoho muhuhuhuch!”
“The teasing or the tickles?” Bachira asked, moving anyway. He brought his hands back up to his upper belly and chest- a really good giggle spot he learned. “Is this better?”
Far too lost in mirth, Isagi could only nod- cheeks red and smile big. His expression was beyond precious- Bachira wanted to take a picture. No- he wanted to paint it- create a mural dedicated to the beautiful man before him. Something artsy and abstract- radiating with color and light- the kind of thing that made people stop and stare because Isagi’s smile was just that.
…Okay, maybe he’d settle for a picture.
“Buhuhuhuhmble beehehehhehehee!” Isagi squeaked out, kicking his feet some at the long lasting tickles. Though he didn’t say it, Bachira tickled him long enough to get a sense when to stop. His hands ended their tickling reign with a feathery flourish, crossing over Isagi’s belly and folding neatly on top of it. “Ehehehhe..ehehehhehe..wohohow, thahahat..was actually nihihice.”
“Hehe, good!” Bachira gave him another cheek kiss- he was feeling kissy tonight. “Do you feel better? Like- overall?”
Isagi nodded, smiling as he looked back at Bachira. “I do. Just being home with you makes me feel better. Today was exhausting, but coming home and seeing your face takes all that away- whoa, you’re crying!”
“I am not!” Bachira quickly ducked his blurry vision into Isagi’s shoulder, nuzzling it and making the other giggle. “I’m having feelings! You’re so good to me, Blue Skies!”
“I should be the one saying that.” Isagi’s voice was lighter now- still tired, but happy. His hand found Bachira’s hair, gently playing with the soft locks as he got comfy. Eventually it slowed down, a sign he’d fallen asleep.
Bachira didn’t notice- having fallen asleep against him already.
