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Can I just quit my job to become a full time fic writer? That would be great. I'd be happy to do that.

Wow, I haven't been asked a question like this in a while. 😅

I don't really have any majorly insightful advice for you on the courage part other than to just go for it! That's what I did; I finally took the plunge and posted my first fic years ago, and people liked it enough that I decided to do it again, and things just kind of went from there. I got very lucky. If you want to start posting fics of your own, I say go for it! There will always be people who take issue with your content, BUT there will also always be people who enjoy it, so it's worth it in my opinion.

As for a place where folks can proofread fics before they go live, I'm not sure, as I've never sought it out and don't feel like I want/need something like that. Perhaps someone else has some insight on that topic?

Overall, I say if you want to write fics, you should definitely do it, even if it's just for YOU. I have some that I've written just for me that I've never posted. It's good to have some things that are all your own. And if you ever want to share them, definitely do that, too! The only piece of advice I really have on the subject is to not let people's likes/comments/etc be the ONLY reason you write. If you do that your worth as a writer will be tied to other people, and trust me, you DON'T want that. Do it for YOU first - and then let other people in if you feel up to it.

Whatever you decide, I wish you luck!! 💖💖💖

Pretty (Blue Lock)

Summary: Chigiri overhears Kunigami calling him pretty, and he is surprised to find that he loves it. But asking him to say it again is absolutely out of the question. Luckily, Kunigami knows him better than he realizes.

A/N: I wrote this one especially for @giggly-squiggily, since she loves Kunigiri so much! I really subscribe to the idea that Chigiri embraces his feminine features and doesn't mind rocking them when the mood suits him, and that he doesn't mind being called pretty, among other things. Thus this fic was born! I hope you enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1731

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“You and Chigiri seem to be getting along well.”

The teasing voice belonged to one of their teammates, but Chigiri couldn’t place which one as he stopped short just outside of the door to their shared room. He hovered for a moment, thoughts warring with themselves. On the one hand, he was used to this – whoever was talking had to be addressing Kunigami. It was no secret they’d been hanging out together a lot lately, and with this group of teammates, only a matter of time before someone noticed that their chemistry was stronger than just friendship.

On the other hand, it was getting kind of tiring. Didn’t they have anything better to talk about? Well…probably not, he supposed. Being in Blue Lock meant they didn’t have access to the outside world, so what else was there to talk about except what was happening within?

Still.

Chigiri waited, suddenly curious to hear what Kunigami would have to say. After a short pause, the taller boy’s voice rumbled a response.

“Sure,” he said.

Sure? That was it?

“Come on,” the other voice said, and Chigiri strained to place it. It definitely wasn’t Bachira, surprisingly. Isagi, maybe? “I’m not going to judge you. I have no room to talk when I’m kind of in the same boat.” Yep, definitely Isagi.

“He’s cool. I like him.”

Chigiri’s heart fluttered. He felt his cheeks warming.

“Like him as a teammate, or as something more?” Isagi pressed.

Kunigami sighed, making the redhead’s chest clench. “Look, what do you want me to say? I like him. That’s it. He’s smart and pretty. What’s not to like?”

Pretty. Chigiri was certain his heart was going to burst out of his ribcage. He had to leave, walk away from this conversation before he heard anything more. He might actually die if he heard even one more compliment come out of Kunigami’s mouth. And he certainly couldn’t be caught blushing like he knew he was right now.

The replay room. He had to get there.

Hurrying back down the hall the way he’d come, Chigiri let the conversation between Isagi and Kunigami fade away behind him.

But the blonde’s words still lingered in his mind.

Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #51-60

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from my Lemonades Event.

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51) Lee Poe, Ler Ranpo

“Huh? Where’s my last chocolate bar?” Ranpo frowned into the basket between him and his partner, rifling through it as though it would magically make said item reappear from thin air.

Poe frowned back at him, a tiny crease on the corner of his mouth tipping the detective off that he was nervous. “But…you brought three of them. I thought they were for us to share. At least, I assumed one was for me…”

Ranpo stopped his rifling and glanced up very slowly at the taller man, who shrunk back a tiny bit. “You ate it?”

“I thought you said we were sharing this picnic,” Poe defended himself, though that worried crease never vanished. “We split everything else.”

It had been nice, actually. Poe didn’t get away from his work much, so while at first he was stressed that Ranpo was dragging him from his desk and writing tools to enjoy a lunch in the great outdoors, after a while he’d relaxed and actually found himself having a good time. He’d considered himself lucky to have a boyfriend that looked out for him.

But now…

Ranpo closed the top of the very stereotypical picnic basket and blinked. “You know I love my snacks, Eddie.”

“I…I’m sorry,” Poe tried.

“Now I’ll have to tickle you.”

The poor writer barely had a chance to register the wiggling fingers Ranpo was teasing him with before he’d been pushed onto his back on the blanket, said fingers digging roughly into his sides and ribs. He desperately tried to suppress the shriek that rose up in response, but after only a few moments he couldn’t help but toss his head back and cackle into the warm spring air, gripping the detective’s arms as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohoho, I’m sohohohohohohohory, Ran!”

“Not good enough,” his partner said matter-of-factly, though if Poe had been at all coherent he’d have seen the teasing smile on the smaller man’s face. “I won’t stop until I have you snorting with laughter.”

“Whahahahahahaha?! But thahahahahahahat’s embahahahahaharrassing – Rahahahahahahanpo!” Poe tried to squirm away, but his boyfriend plopped himself on his lap to keep him in place, tickling wildly along his ribs, sides, and belly – the trifecta of ticklishness that always had the author begging for mercy. “Plehehehehehehehease, stohohohohohohohohop!”

“You know what I want to hear~”

Then Ranpo found the special spot that made Poe spasm like he’d been electrocuted, his laughter heightening to the point it went silent, followed very shortly by a loud, adorable snort.

“There it is,” the detective said with a grin, slowing to a stop as promised. He chuckled as his boyfriend regained his breath and brushed his bangs from his eyes. “I’m just messing with you, Eddie. The last chocolate bar was for you – I just wanted an excuse to tickle you. You never let yourself really laugh unless it’s just the two of us, you know?”

Poe blushed, bringing his hand up to rest atop Ranpo’s on his cheek. “Thanks, Ran.”

Ranpo grinned with pride and leaned down to kiss him. “Anytime.”

My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #171-180

A collection of the MHA Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events.

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171) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“Aww, they’re so cute!”

For a split second, Shinsou felt his cheeks flush, thinking his boyfriend was talking about him. But then his eyes fell on the sugar cookies he’d just pulled out of the oven – the ones with Halloween-themed decorations stamped onto them – and he let out a breath as he pulled off his oven mitts.

“Yeah, they are pretty cute, aren’t they?” he chuckled.

Deku’s mop of green hair popped into his vision then, followed by his wide smile and teasing wink. “Not as cute as you, though, Toshi~”

This time, Shinsou really did blush. “W-What…?”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice~” Deku teased, poking his side. “I saw your eyes light up when you thought I was talking about you. You’re adorable.”

“What? No, I didn’t!” Shinsou retorted, tossing his mitts onto the counter and crossing his arms defiantly. “You just…caught me off-guard.”

Deku smirked, poking him again. “Come on~” And again. “Admit it.” And again, drawing a muffled squeak out of the taller boy. “You like it when I call you cute.”

“N-Nohoho, I don’t!”

“You don’t?” Deku tapped his chin in mock pondering for a moment, then suddenly dove for his boyfriend, pushing him against the wall and digging into his sides playfully. “Then maybe beautiful? Talented? Brave? Any of those doing it for you, Toshi?”

“Ahahahahahaha nohohohohoho! Izuhuhuhuhuku!”

“No? You’re really making me work for it.” Deku’s eyes then caught on one of the cooling sugar cookies and he grinned triumphantly, turning to look up at Shinsou. “I got it! Pumpkin~”

Shinsou’s eyes widened as he cackled even harder, squirming uselessly against the wall, a mess of hysterics and blushing. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up!”

“Ooh, that’s the one, is it?”

“Nohohohohoho!”

“Pumpkin~” Deku cooed, darting down to his boyfriend’s hips. “Won’t you smile for me, my pumpkin?”

Shinsou laughed and tossed his head back so hard he slammed it into the wall, causing Deku to immediately let up on his playful attack with a gasp.

“Oh my gosh, Toshi! Are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have tickled you there when you were against the wall, I knew better—”

He was rambling – the perfect opportunity to get him back.

Shinsou wrapped his arms around his waist and hoisted him up with ease, making Deku squeal with surprise and grasp his shoulders, smiling down at him with a pink blush of his own. “Toshi?”

“Zu,” Shinsou cooed up at him, then flashed an evil smile. “You know, I need to make sure to eat healthy before I dig into these cookies…”

Deku shrieked and kicked as his boyfriend assaulted him with raspberry after raspberry to his belly and ribs, filling the kitchen with laughter as sweet as the Halloween cookies waiting to be enjoyed.

Big Windup Coffee Shots #21-30

A collection of the Big Windup Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are from various seasonal events.

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21) Lee Mihashi, Ler Abe

“Would it be easier if I counted down?” Abe asked Mihashi with a smirk, briefly checking his watch. “I could count down by the half hour until we get home. Or I can count the mileage signs we pass.”

Mihashi fidgeted in his seat, nearly bouncing for how nervous and excited he was at the same time. He shook his head. “N-No, I don’t think that would h-help…”

“No? You want me to just surprise you when we get there, then?”

The wide eyes and not at all contained smile Mihashi gave him in response was all the answer the catcher needed. He chuckled.

“All right, then. Go ahead and pass out. I’ll make sure to wake you when we get home.”

Abe watched in his peripheral vision as Mihashi fidgeted a little more before slouching down in his seat and leaning against the window, closing his eyes in an effort to fall asleep. The poor kid had been restless due to the long string of games they’d had lately, and now that they had a three hour trip home, he’d been trying to stay awake and was failing miserably.

The catcher had initially suggested just passing out in the first place, but Mihashi seemed to want to stay up for some reason, hence their conversation. It didn’t even need to be said anymore that Abe’s method of waking him up would be a surprise tickle attack. They did it so often nowadays it couldn’t really be called a “surprise” at all.

Still, it seemed to be good motivation for the pitcher, because once he knew he had that to look forward to if he did in fact fall asleep, he was out like a light in a matter of ten minutes.

Abe couldn’t help but smile at him for it.

When they finally pulled into the parking lot of Nishiura High late that night and after everyone else had shuffled off the bus, Abe gently shook Mihashi by the shoulder. “Hey. Wake up.”

“Hnnuh?” Mihashi mumbled.

As soon as he was even slightly awake, Abe shoved his hands up under his arms and scribbled mercilessly. “Wake up, I said.”

“EEEEEE!!” Instantly the pitcher was very alert, laughing before he even realized what was happening, squirming in his seat while pressed up against the window, totally unaware of the crowd that had gathered outside to watch his awakening and laugh along with him. “AHAHAHAHAHABE!!”

Abe kept it up, enjoying the funny sounds his friend always made when tickled consistently like this. It was always difficult for him to stop once he got going. “We’re home, Mihashi.”

Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #41-50

A collection of the BSD Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Some are from my Peppermint Mocha and Lemonade Events.

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41) Lee Dazai, Ler Kunikida

“Dazai!”

The brunette winced, turning with a sheepish look on his face. Kunikida could see his thoughts plainly on his features – caught red-handed.

“Oh, hi, Kunikida!” he tried, twirling on his heel so his back was to the ADA’s half-sized Christmas tree. “Fancy meeting you here!”

“Cut the crap, Dazai.” Kunikida charged toward him. “You were about to swipe your gifts, weren’t you?”

“Just one of them,” Dazai said innocently, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to get a sneak peek.”

“Christmas is in less than a week. You can wait.”

“Oh, come onnnn. Don’t you ever have the urge to—?”

“No.”

Dazai pouted. “You wouldn’t, party pooper.”

Kunikida sighed heavily. He didn’t know why he bothered sometimes. Dazai was impossible, and he knew that even if he got the brunette to leave well enough alone now, he’d just come back later and try it again – likely succeeding this time.

Still, he had to at least try to get him to see reason.

“It would be rude to your gifter to open it without them present. They’ll want to see your reaction, you know.”

“What if I opened yours, Kunikida?” Dazai asked, batting his eyes in that infuriating way he did when he was trying to play favorites.

“No! Don’t open any of them!”

“Aww, pleeeeease?”

Something inside him snapped. Kunikida frowned. “All right. You’ve left me no choice.”

“What? Heeeey!” Dazai screeched as his blonde coworker dragged him over to the nearest couch, shoving him onto it face-first. “What are you dohohohohohoing?! Ah! Kunikihihihihida!”

“This will just have to be enough for now, Dazai. Understand?” Kunikida’s voice came out sounding as gruff as ever, though from this position he had the luxury of hiding his tiny smile at the way Dazai squealed and flailed beneath him as he dug his fingers into his hips.

“Buhuhuhuhuhuhut I wanna knohohohohohohow what I gohohohohohohot!”

“You’ll know in a week, you moron! Be patient!”

“Why ahahahahare you beheheheheheing so mehehehehean? AHH!! NOHOHOHOHO!!” Suddenly Dazai’s high-pitched giggles turned into panicked laughter when Kunikida went for broke and dove into his armpits, tickling relentlessly. He even went so far as to sit on his legs to keep him from kicking like a struggling animal. “NONONO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Are you going to leave the gifts alone?”

“FIHIHIHIHINE, OKAY, YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN YOU BIG JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!”

Kunikida was tempted to keep going for that comment, but seeing the desperate look in his friend’s eyes, he decided that was enough for now. He stopped and nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Trust me, it will be worth the wait, Dazai.”

As he climbed off his friend and went back to his work, Kunikida smirked to himself. He knew Dazai would try again, but that was all right. What the brunette didn’t know was that all of the gifts under the tree – all of them, even the ones that weren’t his – were fakes for this exact reason.

The ADA knew Dazai better than that by now.

Lemonades 2024

🍋 Coffee shots with a spring/summery twist! 🍋

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Big Windup

Bungo Stray Dogs

Fire Force

My Hero Academia

Stop Sulking (Seraph of the End)

Summary: After learning that Mika is alive, Yu retreats into himself for a while, but Kimizuki is having none of that.

A/N: My first Seraph of the End fic!! I wrote this before I'd finished the show because I just couldn't help myself - I HAD to write for it! I love Yu so much - he and Mika are my faves - and you know that with the natural chaos of his friend group, something like this was probably bound to happen. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I loved writing for it! 💖

Word Count: 1316

**Contains minor spoilers for Episodes 10-12**

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“Would you stop sulking already?”

Yu sat up straight, startled, and turned toward the doorway of his small bedroom, scowling when he saw his pink-haired teammate striding in with a frown of his own.

“I’m not sulking,” he grumbled. “Get out of here.”

“You are,” Kimizuki returned, still walking towards him, “and no, I won’t. Not when you obviously need company.”

“I don’t want company,” Yu retorted, very nearly growling when Kimizuki sat beside him on the bed. “Go away, jerk.”

“Then stop sulking.”

“I’m not sulking! I’m just…” Even Yu had to admit his first thought was ‘brooding,’ and that was basically sulking. “…thinking.”

“About your friend?”

Silence fell between them. Yu let his mind drift back to Mika. Mika, whom he hadn’t seen in four years. Mika, whom he’d thought dead all this time. Mika…his family.

Kimizuki sighed. “Look, I get it. You want to save him from the vampires. We all want to take those blood suckers out. But sulking about it isn’t going to do any good.”

“You’re one to talk. Like you don’t worry about your sister all the time,” Yu retorted.

This time, the silence that fell felt tense. The smaller boy turned to look at his teammate, surprised by the troubled expression he wore. But before he could open his mouth, his friend was talking again.

“I’m just saying that worrying isn’t going to help. You’ll only make yourself sick. Believe me.” Kimizuki turned to look at him, expression serious. “So for real, Yu. Stop sulking about it and start thinking about what you’re going to do about it.”

Yu scowled. “Don’t you think I’m already doing that? And quit telling me to stop sulking. I’m not sulking.”

“Oh, yeah?” Without any warning or hint of his intentions whatsoever, Kimizuki reached for him and grabbed onto his sides, squeezing purposefully. “Then let’s see a smile.”

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

Decided to go with strawberry because the idea of flirty RanPoe tickles made me giddy. 🥰

Final Order! ^^

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Ranpo tickled Poe a lot.

It wasn’t unwanted or forced or anything like that – it was just a point of fact.

When Poe was in the middle of writing a sentence, Ranpo would come up behind him and jab his fingers into his ribs, making him spasm and draw a jagged line down the rest of the paper. When he was cooking, the detective would run a finger up his spine to make him spill whatever he was pouring at the time. Oh, and during movie nights? Whenever they were watching something cheesy, Ranpo would poke him for every use of a word that tended to come up often.

It kept Poe on edge, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t thoroughly enjoy himself as well.

Ranpo tickled Poe a lot, but it wasn’t easy for Poe to catch him off-guard and fluster him quite so much – something the author had resigned himself to a while ago.

But right now? Oh…he’d found a gem.

“My dear,” Poe murmured in wonderment, holding the smaller man closer and breathing purposefully on the shell of his ear. “Are you perhaps a bit sensitive here?”

“No,” Ranpo replied instantly, but the pout on his face and blush on his cheeks told the true story.

Poe grinned, leaning in to kiss his ear a second time, relishing the sharp intake of breath and giggly shiver that ran through his boyfriend at the gesture. “I think you’re lying~”

“I’m not!” Ranpo insisted.

“What shall I call this mystery, hmm?” Poe mused taking the lobe of the detective’s ear and nibbling it gently, holding him firmly when he tried to shimmy away. “The Case of the Ticklish Ears? The Stubborn Detective? Or perhaps…”

The squeak that Ranpo let fly when Poe kissed the area just beneath his ear made the author grin so wide he thought it a wonder that his face didn’t split open.

“Of Detectives and Tickles,” he declared, kissing him again.

Ranpo squirmed, unable to hold back his giggles now, scrunching up in a futile effort to protect himself. “Thahahahahat’s stupid!”

“You wound me,” Poe replied, sneakily reaching around to dig into the backs of his boyfriend’s ribs just as a tense moment of silence on the TV screen was cut short by an explosion. Ranpo arched and let out a shriek, immediately covering up his mouth in horror at himself, but the taller man could only laugh. “Now that was spectacular! Ah-ah, where do you think you’re going?”

“Pohohohohoe, nohohohohoho!” Ranpo whined, giving up all pretenses as his boyfriend wrapped him in an inescapable hug, tickling softly and kissing his neck and ears. “Ehehehehehehe, plehehehehease, nohohohohoho!”

Poe just smiled against his neck as he placed his lips there, soaking in his giggles and useless attempts at escape as if it were water in a desert. He did so love to make Ranpo laugh, too.

What??? Thank you so much! That's so nice of you to say! 😭 I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I had fun writing it. 💖

Ahhhh thank you so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed it! It was surprisingly fun to write! Both of them are just the sweetest, they deserve the world. 💖

Thank you for being patient while I polished it up! I appreciate it!

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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It was quiet out here.

Deku lay with his eyes closed, soaking in the ambient sound of grass and trees rustling in the warm evening breeze, the occasional cricket chirping. His life had become so chaotic recently, it was difficult to find a moment of silence to simply be with his thoughts.

Inside the dorms, the others were busy setting up for an all-night movie marathon – one that Deku fully intended to join and was looking forward to – but before that, he’d just…needed a minute. He’d observed the twinkling stars for a while, contemplating Shigaraki and All For One and the giant battle that was looming on the horizon sooner than any of them would like to admit. It had been a wonderful respite, but he knew that someone would be coming to get him any time now. In fact, he was surprised he hadn’t heard from anyone already. They wouldn’t have started without him, right?

“Tickle attack!” someone shouted, startling Deku out of his reverie, but not soon enough for him to avoid said someone pinning his folded arms behind his head to the ground and scribbling wildly into his armpits.

“EEEK!! Ehehehahahahahahaha wahahahahahahait!” he cried, bursting into happy giggles quite freely, though his body instinctively squirmed and kicked at the feeling. It had been so long since he’d been tickled at all, let alone surprise attacked like this – he loved it already, and he didn’t even know who was behind it yet.

“Gotcha, Midoriya! Whatcha doing, huh? Stargazing?”

It didn’t take him long to place the teasing voice.

“Kahahahahahaminariehehehehehehe!” he squealed, his helpless position only adding to his ticklishness. “Ahahahahahaha, plehehehehehehease!”

The blonde grinned down at him, sparks flying between his fingertips. “Oh? You want the full tickle treatment, huh, Midoriya?”

Deku couldn’t help but squeal in panicked excitement. “Nononono, not thahahahahahat, please – DEHEHEHEHEHENKI!!”

Above him, Kaminari giggled along with him for a few moments as he activated his quirk just enough to add an extra ticklish jolt to his system, making Deku laugh so hard he went silent, shaking his head and kicking his legs in defeat.

“All right, all right – I think you get the message.” The blonde climbed off of him and ruffled his hair. “It’s movie time, bro! Let’s go! We’re starting in five!”

By the time Deku had recovered, Kaminari was back in the dorms.

The greenette grinned and took off after him.

It was movie time!

Test Subject (Bungo Stray Dogs)

One Shot

Summary: When Sigma expresses an interest in getting Dazai back for tickling him all the time, Atsushi takes it upon himself to help him learn how to go about it.

A/N: So, this started out as a Lemonade request from an anon, but as I was writing it the words just kind of kept coming, and the next thing I knew I had almost an entire fic on my hands, so I just committed and turned it into a complete story. Congrats on the upgraded request, anon! I hope you enjoy it. It was a lot of fun to write! 💖

Disclaimer: The original ask was for the setting/theme to be camping, but as you'll read, that particular aspect didn't make it into story. Sorry about that. 😅

Word Count: 1560

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“Hey, um…Atsushi?”

The weretiger turned at the sound of his name, offering a smile to the newest member of their organization. “What’s up?”

Sigma seemed to consider his words before saying, “I have a question…about Dazai.”

“Oh boy.” Atsushi chuckled. The two of them were going through some essential records at the office, with the younger man showing the newbie what needed to be done and where to file things. Sigma was clearly unused to teamwork, but he was putting in the effort to learn, and Atsushi appreciated that. He gestured for him to continue. “We all have questions about Dazai, but I’ll try my best.”

Sigma nodded, seeming to consider his words again. “Does he…um, he seems to…I don’t know exactly how to say it, but…” He sighed, impatient with himself, then muttered, “Does he have a thing for tickling?”

Atsushi blinked, taken aback for a moment, then grinned. “If by ‘a thing’ you mean a unique liking of it, then yes, he does.”

“It’s just…he seems to find excuses to tickle me, and I’ve noticed he does it with you and a couple of others as well, so I just wondered…”

“It’s just how he is, really.” Atsushi turned to give him his full attention, leaning against his desk and smiling. “He’s a weird goofball, but he doesn’t mean anything bad by seeking you out all the time. And if you’re uncomfortable—”

“It’s not that,” Sigma replied quickly, then seemed to realize what he’d said and glanced away with a blush. “It’s just…I want to…get him back?”

The detective’s smile was so wide it could have rivaled the Grand Canyon. “You want to tickle him, too?”

“Y-Yes, but…I’ve never…” The dual-haired man hesitated. “It’s all so new to me, I don’t know how to…”

Atsushi understood at once. “You don’t know how to tickle anyone, let alone Dazai.”

Sigma nodded.

The weretiger hummed, all too familiar with that feeling. “Well, the good news for you is that Dazai loves being tickled, so you won’t be making him upset by giving it a try,” he replied. “As for how to do it, just mimic what he does to you. You’ll find a spot that gets him going, trust me.”

Sigma nodded again, though the way his eyes darted around the room made Atsushi realize he still wasn’t confident about the idea. He considered for a moment. Hadn’t he been in this exact position just recently? Gradually learning about how ticklish he was and how it could be fun, and wanting to return the favor to his mentor? Wouldn’t it be decent of him to now share his findings with the newest member of the Agency who was clearly in the same boat?

He cleared his throat and – after  moment’s hesitation –  murmured, “You can…try it on me first, if you want.”

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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In retrospect, reaching out to poke Dazai’s exposed underarm when he was extravagantly trying to eat a grape had probably not been the smartest idea, even if it had been worth it for a few glorious seconds.

Atsushi had felt proud of himself – catching the man off guard was rare, and making him scramble back in a panic while laughing at the fingers in his sides was even more rare. It was probably because Dazai hadn’t been provoking the attack that it flustered him so much, but when it was over a few seconds later, the wicked glint in his eyes told Atsushi he’d made a mistake.

Not a bad one, but a mistake nonetheless.

“Think that’s funny, hmm, Atsushi?” the detective asked now, reaching for his ankle to keep him from running. “Why don’t I give you something to really laugh about?”

“Nohohohohooo, wait, I’m sohohohorry!” Atsushi pleaded, already giggling despite nothing having happened yet.

Dazai chuckled and gave his ankle a hard tug, pulling Atsushi closer to him and riding his shirt up in one fell swoop. Before the weretiger could hope to cover up, the brunette was straddling him and catching his wrists in one hand expertly. He reached for the picnic basket nearby.

“Have you tried a grape yet, Atsushi? They’re delicious,” he said, completing his earlier interrupted action of popping one into his mouth in an overly grand gesture. He then turned to smirk down at his newfound prey, enjoying the panicked giggles spewing out of him already. Atsushi’s cheeks were pink and his eyes alight – exactly what Dazai wanted to see.

“But you know,” he continued, settling himself in a bit more, taking one of his protégé’s wrists in each hand and pinning them to the ground, “I have a feeling you’ll like raspberries better~”

“Nonono wahahahait, please, Daz-AHAHAHAHAHAHAI!!” Atsushi squealed with laughter when his friend’s lips found his tummy and blew, sending wildly ticklish sensations all up and down his body. He sucked in two gulps of air when it was over, then was immediately sent back into throes of hysterical cackles when Dazai resumed.

“Oooh, looks like I was right~” the detective teased, throwing in some random scribbles and squeezes to his sides here and there. “You seem to love raspberries!”

Atsushi couldn’t even protest – he was too busy laughing himself silly to think about it.