#lee!amami

[nekoma-not-lee]

Alright, I got no more lee Amami requests in my inbox, so I’ll make this myself! I shall make this Oumami today because I feel like the first theme fits them, if it was the second theme, then it would be Amasai. (Both could also apply to Amamatsu, but I haven’t just done Oumami before soooo-) I’d say that this is a decently average sized fanfic, so I hope you all enjoy it!~

Lee Amami Week Day 3: Snow Day or Hot Cocoa by the Fire

A snowball hit Kokichi in the back of the head. He turned around to see who had thrown it, and wasn’t surprised when it was none other than his boyfriend, Rantaro. The smaller boy smirked and ran at the survivor. The green haired boy ran away, with the purple haired boy following shortly behind. Kokichi jumped on Rantaro’s back, the taller boy easily catching him in a piggyback ride. Kokichi smirked as he shoved his hands under Rantaro’s warm coat and shirt, connecting with his skin. Rantaro screeched and tryed to shake the hands off, as the small boy started wiggling his fingers over his belly. “COLD! Ihihit’s cohohohold! Nohohohoho,” Rantaro yelled through his giggles. Kokichi didn’t stop, in fact, he started scribbling his cold fingers over Rantaro’s ribs, causing the taller to scream, “OKAY OKAY!!! NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOO COHOHOHOLD!!!!” Kokichi giggled as he stopped and was brought inside by Rantaro. The tall boy threw him on the couch, straddling his waist. Rantaro smirked down at the small boy, “Now your gonna get it, you little shit~” If Kokichi was being honest, it was worth it. In fact, he was looking forward to Rantaro’s coming revenge.

[tk-writer]

my body is ready for saimatsu, oumaede, oumeno, kaimatsu, or amamatsu (but only if you're ready to write them). great to see you back, bro!

Akamatsu squirmed in place as her boyfriend watched with glee. An amused smirk crept its way up the corners of his lips. His eyes were soft, but domineering as he focused his gaze on the pink of her cheeks. Whenever Amami had that look in his eyes, she knew she was in for it.

"Well?" He finally asked after several long moments of silence. "What did you want to ask me, darling?"

Akamatsu gave him a crooked smile. Her eyes darted away for a moment, then returned to him. His expression was filled with adoration, but she knew there was a certain mischief hidden behind his innocent facade. She rubbed her lips together and let out a nervous sigh.

"I'd... really like it if you did that thing to me again."

"Hmm? And what thing was that?"

"Rantaroooo! You know..." Her voice came out whinier than she wanted, but it seemed to work in her favor. He inched closer and put his hands on her knees. She started to squirm even more.

"I'm kinda dense, honey. You have to spell it out for me."

She sighed again. Her mouth felt dry all of a sudden, for some reason.

"I... Ireallywantyoutoticklemeagain."

She knew she was bright red; she could feel the heat radiating off her face. Embarrassing. He always did this, even though he knew how much it flustered her. He got a kick out of it, the jerk. Amami was the most loving boyfriend she'd ever had, but damn could he be a menace when he was in one of his moods.

"Awww, you want to be tickled again? How cute."

The emphasis on that word made it even worse. His hands were suddenly at her sides, and she was giggling before they even started moving. Her body twisted away, but he followed her movements and softly dug his fingertips into the two tender spots below her ribs. It made her squeal in the most adorable way.

"You like it most here, right? You always giggle so much when I poke your sides."

"Ahahahaha! Hnghh, don't teeheeheeheease meeee!"

"You're too cute, sweetie. Can't help it." He took her by surprise by skittering one hand over her belly, and she cackled from the sudden sensation.

She normally would've denied it, but she was having too much fun to argue.

[nekoma-not-lee]

Oooh some amasai cheer up tickles!!! Whoever is being cheered up is your choice!! Just soft wind down tickles to cheer someone up

HA! I bet you would guess Shuichi to be the lee since he’s always down on himself and needs cheering up, but no. It’s Rantaro this time, Shuichi cheering up the bby boi who can’t remember his talent! I know that’s not like Shuichi before Rantaro died, so we’ll just say that this is an AU where Rantaro DOESN’T die. We’ll say that there really was no time limit motive and the rest of the deaths proceed as normal! The first death in this AU would be Ryoma in this case, which would mean that by now both Kirumi and Ryoma are dead. So Shuichi has changed by now and Kaede is a alive! Hope you enjoy~

*softly humming “Peel the Avocado” while writing this fic*

Cheering Up the Ultimate ???

Rantaro sighed as he woke up that morning, still not remembering his talent. He got out of bed to head to breakfast, when he heard the sound of a doorbell ringing. It appeared to be coming from right outside his room, so he decided to open the door.

Once he opened, it appeared to be Shuichi at the door, “Ah, Shuichi! What is it? Shouldn’t you be heading towards the dining hall?” The avocado was confused to say the least. Why had the ultimate detective come to his room? Shuichi invited himself in, which confused Rantaro even more.

Rantaro obliged, however, stepping aside to make sure he didn’t get in the detective’s way. The former closed the door, “What’s the problem?” They had just received a flashback light and used it last night after the trial. Maybe he had wanted to talk about what Rantaro had remembered?

That seemed to be the case after Shuichi had finally said something, “Have you remembered your ultimate talent? I know we all got the same flashback, I just wanted to see if you had remembered yet...”

The green-haired boy sighed with a fake smile, “Not yet, unfortunately....but I’m working on it!” His voice faltered, which was when Shuichi knew that Rantaro wasn’t very happy. The blueberry looked up at the avocado with concern in his eyes, “Is...something wrong?”

The boy with no talent widened his eyes in surprise. I mean, Shuichi IS the ultimate detective, so he should’ve expected him to see through his false happiness. Rantaro sighed, “Just a little disappointed that I haven’t found anything yet...but I’m fine, no need to-”

Shuichi suddenly cut him off with his next sentence, “Don’t say that there’s no need to worry about you! Because it’s not gonna make me stop worrying about you! So...is there anything I can do to help take your mind off it?”

The green-haired boy was surprised to say the least, he honestly wondered when Shuichi had become so confident. But no matter, he didn’t want to burden the detective with his problems, so he once again tried to make him drop it, “Nah...it’s fine...I can deal with it on my ow-”

He once again...got cut off...by none other than Shuichi Saihara himself, “Hey, don’t say you don’t need any help...because I know you do...so..talk to me,” the detective placed his hand on Rantaro’s upper back, causing the latter to stiffen and make a choking noise, trying stifle whatever reaction he would make.

Shuichi raised an eyebrow as he pulled his hand back, “Are you okay? What was that?” The green-haired boy laughed, nervously, “O-oh nothing, I just got hurt there!” He said this sentence a little too quickly for the blueberry’s liking. He narrowed his eyes as he came up with a plan.

“Oh really? Can I check to make sure it’s not serious? It would really ease my nerves.” The avocado nervously chuckled a bit, “A-ah- s-sure I guess, I don’t mind...” The blue-haired boy took this as his cue to take a look at his ‘injury’.

He ran his fingers over the skin peeking out from Rantaro’s shirt, causing the latter to shake and hold back giggles. The blue boy smirked, feeling a little playful, “I see...it’s very serious...we’re gonna have to take care of this ‘injury’ of yours...”

The green boy was a little nervous, “H-how so? I- I don’t really think it’s that ser- WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!” He broke into loud giggles as Shuichi started rapidly scribbling his fingers over Rantaro’s upper back.

Shuichi smiled and continued up to Rantaro’s shoulders, “You can’t hide secrets from me...you should know that, Amami-Kun~” The green-haired boy squealed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot right on his shoulder blades, “EEEHEHEK! SH-SHUICHIHIHIHI! STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!”

The blue-haired boy giggled a bit, “Oh, is this a bad spot?~ I mean I guess I cooouuuld stop...but only if you’re fully cheered up...so are you cheered up now?” Rantaro frantically nodded his head, tears threatening to streak down his face, “YES! YEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEASE IT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

Shuichi took that as a sign to stop. He sat back down right next to Rantaro, watching the avacado take deep breaths to calm down. Shuichi felt a little guilty, “W-was that t-too much?”The green haired boy had finally caught his breath, and offered a bright smile, “No not at all! It helped a lot actually! Thanks Shuichi!”

Shuichi was caught off guard at him thanking him, but he was even more shocked when Rantaro tackled him back to the bed and pinned him down. The green boy smirked, “But now it’s my turn, you don’t mind if I get my revenge, do you Shuichi?”

He didn’t know why...but somehow, hearing that sentence made him excited and giddy. It made him feel warm inside, thinking about Rantaro tickling him, but he didn’t know why. He smirked up at his friend, “Bring it on!”

Let’s just say that Shuichi had the tickling of a lifetime. And they grew closer that day, a lot closer. Close enough to be considered a couple, but who would take control and confess their feelings first? No one knows.

[nekoma-not-lee]

u ask for Lee Amami and I’ll deliver!! More saioumami revenge tickles maybe? I would say cheer up tickles but you just did one for that so maybe punishment tickles for a non despair au when Amami is overworking himself looking for his sisters so Saihara and ouma make him slow down and take a break?

I have decided to use this for day 1 of lee Amami week! I hope you don’t mind! Alright, enjoy the fic!

Lee Amami Week Day 1 - Sisters or Traveling

Rantaro sighed as he was looking through old records of his sisters. He had been working nonstop to find them, and his two boyfriends were getting worried. A knock was heard at the door and he heard the voice of his detective boyfriend, “Rantaro...can we come in?” The survivor jumped at the knock, “Ah- yeah, come in!” Shuichi and Kokichi opened the door and walked inside. The liar frowned, “Don’t you think you should take a break? You’ve been working for five hours straight...” The green haired boy sighed, “I’m sorry, I can’t stop until I find my sisters...” The detective gave Kokichi a look. A look that Kokichi knew all too well. The purple haired boy turned back to look at the avocado, “Are you suuuurree you won’t take a break?” Rantaro sighed, too focused on his work to notice the mischievous gleam in his boyfriend’s eyes, “Yes, I’m sure...” Kokichi and Shuichi looked at each other and nodded. They grabbed Rantaro, pulling him over to their shared bed, the survivor shouting out protests. Once they had gotten him restrained, Shuichi was behind Rantaro, arms bent up, keeping Rantaro’s arms locked in place. Kokichi sat on Rantaro’s lap, keeping his lower half restrained. The avocado glared, “I just told you I won’t stop unt- WAHAIT! NOHOHOHO!!!” Shuichi had cut Rantaro off by now using one hand to hold Rantaro’s arms above his head, using the other hand to scribble across his shoulder blades. The green haired boy let out a series of squeaks and giggles, squirming around as much as he could with limited mobility. Kokichi joined in a moment later, reaching behind himself and latching onto Rantaro’s knees, beginning to pinch at them. “EEEHEHEHE!! W-WAHAHAHAIT DOHOHOHON’T!!! I’MSORRY I’MSOHOHOHORRYYYYY!” Rantaro was usually one not on the receiving end of tickles, he was normally the one doing the tickles. I know, that’s pretty hard to believe, with how deadly ticklish Rantaro actually is. His boyfriends took full advantage of Rantaro’s weakness and scribbled their fingers away, Shuichi’s over shoulder blades and Kokichi’s over knees. They didn’t stop for quite a while...not until Rantaro agreed to take a break for the rest of the day. Then they cuddled together on the couch, Rantaro squished between his boyfriends. They then fell asleep, snuggled up into each other’s arms.

[nekoma-not-lee]

Okay but that tummy kisses post has me thinking: amasai tummy kisses where shu just dotes on Amami bc he makes shu feel so loved and comforted all the time that he returns the favor

YES YES YES PERFECT FOR LEE AMAMI WEEK! I had no motivation to write anything today until this ask, thank you anon aaaaaaaa! Yes I used snickerdoodle cookies for this because my mom makes the best snickerdoodle cookies and Rantaro for some reason reminds me of my mom-

Lee Amami Week Day 4: AU’s or Baking

Rantaro placed the snickerdoodle cookies in the oven, and started the timer. He then leaned on the counter, waiting for them to be done. He then heard Shuichi’s voice from the living room, “Hey Rantaro? Can you come here for a second?” The green haired boy smiled at the request of his lover, “Of course, Shu~” He walked into the living room, to see a pouty Shu with his arms outstretched. The survivor chuckled as he made his way over to Shuichi, picked him up, and sat Shuichi on his lap. The slightly shorter boy snuggled up to Rantaro’s chest, as he got an idea, “Hey Rantaro? Mind laying on your back for me?” Now Rantaro knew better than to trust his sneaky boyfriend, but complied none the less, “Sure thing~” The taller boy laid down on his back and watched the detective lay his head on his stomach. Suddenly he felt his shirt go up and nuzzling on his belly, causing him to let out a few giggles, “Aha- Affectionate, aren’t wehe?~” He heard a small giggle come from the blueberry as he started planting kisses on Rantaro’s belly. Rantaro burst into sweet, helpless giggles, “H-hehehey! Thahahat tihihihickles! Shuhuhuhu- naaaahahahaha~” Shuichi stopped for a moment just to say the most evil tease ever, “What? Cant take what you dish out?~” and then went back to kissing the green haired’s tummy. Rantaro’s face went beat red, “NnnaaaahahahaAAAAHA! Sohoho mehehean!” So much time had passed, that Rantaro didn’t realize that the cookies were done, until the alarm went off. Shuichi stopped and let him get up. Rantaro went to go get the cookies. Moments later, he came back out with a plate of cookies, which they shared while cuddling and watching Nightmare Before Christmas.

[nekoma-not-lee]

AIGHT FAM I GOTCHU! How about Lee Rantaro and Ler...Angie or Kaede... I’m leaving this pretty open so you have your fun with it!

ALRIGHT!!! Let’s do day 2! I have decided to do ler Angie for this one, since I haven’t written for her yet! Sorry it’s really short! I’m trying to catch up on Lee Amami Week,so I made this one a little shorter than I usually make my fanfics.

Lee Amami Week Day 2: Dates or Thunder Storms

Angie and Rantaro were cuddling on the couch, as the thunder storm raged on outside. Then...a poke was initiated. Then another poke. Then...ATTACK! The artist scribbled her fingers over the survivor’s ribs, causing him to burst into giggles, “Aha- Angihihihie! Nohohoho tihihihickles!” He squirmed around in her grasp, trying to escape the tickly feeling. Angie just giggled and teased, “Yahaha! Tickle tickle tiiickle~” All he could do was laugh and giggle, as her grip on him was tight. In the next few minutes, all he could do was giggle and snort in her grasp. She finally stopped after a few minutes. They then resumed cuddling, as Rantaro caught his breath. Angie planted a kiss on his forehead, “You’re laugh is very cute, Rantaro~” Rantaro was left red-faced for the rest of the night as the thunder storm subsided.

[nekoma-not-lee]

I’m fucking crying....Lee Amami is so cute I cANT-

IKR?! He acts all tough and mighty when he’s the ler and in control, but when he’s the lee, OHHHH BOIII! The poor bby just can’t handle it!

[nekoma-not-lee]

2. “Are you – oh my god, you are.” And 27. “Does this tickle?” With more lee Amami! I think for all the tickling and wrecking he does, he deserves it back!!

YES!!! Lee Amami all the way! This is what he deserves for tickling everyone all the time! I’m gonna do Amamatsu for this one if that’s okay! Since I haven’t done a fic for that ship yet! Anyways without further ado, here is the fic you asked for, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! WoW sUcH a CrEaTiVe TiTlE- haven’t even seen the movie I mentioned, just figured it sounded like something they’d watch tbh XD

The Pianist Strikes at Midnight

Kaede and Rantaro were snuggling together on the couch, watching a movie called ‘The Fault In Our Stars’. Kaede was wrapped in Rantaro’s arms from behind and was mindlessly tracing her fingers over his hands. Her finger traced along the side of his hand and traced into his palm, causing a slight giggle to slip from the survivor’s mouth. Kaede’s fingers froze. She then picked up again tracing around his palm like nothing had happened. He accidentally let another giggle slip. This time the pianist turned around to face Rantaro, with a small smile gracing her lips as excitement filled her eyes. “Are you - oh my god you are,” she said while starting to wiggle her fingers up his ribs. Rantaro yelped, “Ah- wait Kaede!” He then broke into giggles as she got to his neck, tracing up from his collarbones to the shells of his ears. Kaede grinned and teased, “Oh? Does this tickle?~” The avocado giggled, desperately in response, “Yehehes! Nohohohow stahahap!” Kaede pretended to think for a moment, “Hmmmm~ nope! I’m not stopping anytime soon~ tickle tickle tickle~” She continued to spider all over his neck and on the shells of his ears, having found that those were some pretty sensitive spots. The survivor knew that the pianist wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, so he would have to endure the tickling until she decides to have mercy on him. No matter how long it takes.