#「🐋✧༄ — ❝ Pikaqueue use Thunderbolt! ❞ (queue)

[tanteichi]

[ 📧 ⇒ total tsundere ] [ Kokichi sent an image: a picture of him lying back on his bed, entirely undressed. Only a part of the bed sheets prevents him from being fully exposed. ]

[ 📧 ⇒ total tsundere ] you want me to confess to my crimes, right?

[ 📧 ⇒ total tsundere ] I bet you could pound the confession out of me

( for Shinichi OBVIOUSLY FKSHKDHASFJ )

Unprompted Sinday Asks

His phone buzzed several times at once, signalling to him that he had not just one, but a few messages to give his attention to. Which left him sighing, clearly displeased. What was so important that he was messaged while he was working? He was sure that it was nothing serious, possibly something unworthy of his time. The thoughts dryly filled his head as eventually, the curiosity got the better of him and he pulls his phone out. 

Shinichi checks his messaging app, surprised to see something from Kokichi of all people. He runs through the possible reasons the other COULD have for messaging him. Leaving a heist notice, some clue related to the aforementioned heist. . .

As he opens their messages, Shinichi almost dropped his phone, eyes widened and cheeks absolutely flushed. Out of everything he expected, it certainly wasn’t that. His throat suddenly felt like it was closing up, his mouth dry. 

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t. . .personally ‘bothered’ by the messages. Especially the photo, which he definitely did not save to his gallery. Certainly not. A series of texts would be sent in rapid pace, typos left unchecked.

📱: You’re extremely daring, you know that right?

📱: Especially when im ajt woek right now you, idiot.

📱: but trust me, confession isn’t the only thign you’re gonna end up doing, thief.

📱: you’ll be apologising to me personally when im done with you. trying to seek forgiveness from me. see you soon.

[tanteichi]

@goldenloved

free! take your marks ✰ apartment shopping

[tanteichi]

Without an ounce of shame, Kokichi trotted right over to Shinichi and sat himself in his lap. "You spend all this time chasing me, but it's actually pretty easy if you let me come to you." He leaned in closer to whisper in his ear, "But I bet you're just worried you can't control yourself when I'm this close. You like me way more than a detective should like a thief. I bet I could have you wrapped around my finger with just one night together."

He leaned back just enough to look Shinichi in the eye. Then he was leaning forward, closing the distance between them. Their lips brushed just faintly and—

Kokichi jolted back, suddenly producing and shaking a bagful of what sounded like jewelry. "You've been looking for these, riiiiight? Did you forget already? Or am I too distracting?"

( fhdksfhjdalhaj )

Unprompted Sinday Asks

 He was almost convinced that the thief had some sort of. . .power. Powers that, when used, would captivate and manipulate anyone Kokichi so chose. And that unfortunate, manipulated person just so happened to be Shinichi.

It was during one of Kokichi’s heists, with Shinichi of course trying to chase him down with several high-speed soccer balls being launched in his direction with his nasty kicks to try and slow the other down.

Though, somehow, Shinichi didn’t know how it happened, everything was almost a blur, they ended up here. With Kokichi seating himself on his lap, teasing and taunting him with his words, that were oh-so-quietly whispered into his ear, sending shivers up his spine and raising the hairs on his neck.

Shinichi’s inhale was sharp, his blue eyes staring defiantly into purple. He has to keep his breath steady, his gaze firm, though he was only human. One could notice the slight waver of his resolve, the hands which tempted themselves to grab hold of Kokichi, to pull him closer and keep him rooted to his lap. “I think you’re making huge assumptions that thrive on boosting your ego, thief. I feel like I can handle you just fine. Which is exactly what I’m doing. Your tactics won’t work.” 

Despite the firm tone he had taken, his voice was almost hushed, as if he didn’t want to break out of the trance he was currently in. There was one thing he couldn’t deny, and it was the fact that Kokichi’s eyes were distracting. He almost didn’t want to look away. He lost himself in the moment, hand eventually moving, sliding up to rest against the small of his back. He could feel Kokichi’s breath tickling his lips. They were so close and yet he didn’t want to pull away. . .

“W-What?” Voice cracked, Shinichi was rudely jolted back to reality by the phantom thief’s sudden departure from his lap and quite cheeky tone. He blinks several times, as if that would help him process what happened, and he blushed almost shamefully. They were so close to kissing, and Shinichi had almost let it happen. What was wrong with him? “Somehow you manage to give me even more so of a headache every minute I’m around you.” He growls.

As Shinichi eases himself out of his seat, he was already beginning to mess with the dispenser on his belt, ready to inflate yet another soccer ball to kick at Kokichi. Most likely at his face for being a goddamn tease. “Of course I didn’t forget about those jewels, baaro. I’m going to get them back and you’re going to be going home with a splitting headache after the stunt you pulled tonight.”

[tanteichi]

"Yooosuuunggg!" With a dramatic scream, the redhead comes running forward, suddenly throwing himself onto the blond. He is.. Sobbing? But its not sobbing sobbing. "We ran out of Buddha chiiippsss!!" Yes, dramatic, as per usual. How does this guy even stay in shape with the amount of junk food he eats..

Unprompted Asks | Always accepting!

Yoosung was startled, turning his attention towards the redhead once he heard the high-pitched scream of his name. “Seven? Wait ―― !!” Cut off, the college student held his friend in his arms, carefully stroking over his back when he heard the sobs wracking the hacker’s body. His gaze, worriedly settled on the other. “Ah. . .Seven what’s wrong? You can tell me what’s bothering you. We’re friends after ――” Wait. . .did he hear that correctly? Was Seven really making a big deal and having a breakdown over ―― Buddha chips?

“Ran. . .out of Honey Buddha Chips? Are you serious.” His expression deadpanning over to his no-doubt SMUG expression at being able to trick the so-called “naive” Kim Yoosung. It was completely frustrating! And Yoosung didn’t bother hiding it from his features. 

“What the hell is with you, Seven!? Another prank, seriously! I thought you were really upset  ―― and, and something serious happened! That’s IT. I’m not letting you trick me EVER AGAIN!” 

[tanteichi]

" I guess sending you to grave with poison wasn't enough to get rid of you, great detective. " Gun placed right against back of Shinichi's head as Gin let out a chuckle. " Should we see if same things happens with bullet through the head? Or care to explain how you survived? " [ i'm sorry- ]

Unprompted asks | Always accepting!

Shinichi felt his blood run cold. No, no no no everything was going WRONG. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to run into. . .into GIN yet. Not yet. Not with hakase and the detective boys so close and ―― and Ran. He couldn’t let her get hurt. Not because of him. Not because of his stupid mistakes. 

His mind was racing, hardly able to hear Gin’s words against the drumming of his heart in his ribcage and the quivering breaths he took ―― attempting to calm himself down. Not that it was easy with a cocked gun pointed right at his head. 

His hands were raised in faux submission and he forces a weak chuckle. “Is the idea of the police officers still lingering around after the murder case on that rollercoaster ride such an unlikely thought, Gin?” He wouldn’t mention the fact that the ‘drug’ Gin had administered to him had turned him into a child. Not only would that resurface the idea of ‘Sherry’ still being alive, but he needed Conan’s identity to fall back on should he survive this encounter. 

[tanteichi]

@goldenloved​

Sweet Pocky day

[tanteichi]

" Okay, I think some small detectives need to sleep. " With that Heiji picked up Conan, despite or if there was any opposing to it. " We've been working for 3 days straight, we deserve some rest. Not to mention you're shrunken. It's impressive you're still working for so long despite that. My original point stands though, you need sleep. "

Unprompted asks | Always accepting!

“Nngh. . .but I need to continue reading this file. I’m so close to finding out where the culprit’s hideout is.” He protested lightly as he was lifted up, the file slipping out of his hand and landing on the coffee table. Though, even he couldn’t ignore the exhaustion that plagued his small weary bones and left his eyes burning and eyelids heavy from lack of sleep. 3 days he said? Were they up for that long? The days seemed to blur together with the excessive amount of coffee and occasional food to keep him going.

He worked better on an empty stomach, he had told Hattori the second day in which they worked when he had refused to eat the food his friend had brought him. Quoting Holmes down to a T  ―― “I’m a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix”. 

But now, he hardly had the energy to argue. Sleep deprived and terribly hungry, the boy sighs as he feels those heavy eyelids threaten to shut. He grumbles ―― knowing just how stubborn his body is in refusing to let him stay awake any longer. So he relents, wrapping tiny arms around Hattori’s neck, face nuzzling into his neck. “. . .Stay with me.”

[tanteichi]

" merry christmas, momiji! i thought of you when i saw it," she explains with a smile, offering him a beautifully arranged giftbag. inside he'd find himself gifted with an adorable white stuffed bunny, wearing an even more endearing sailor outfit. there's a kindness and warmth that gleams within the light depths of her eyes, one that extended itself often when in the youth's company. " i've also baked you several of my best pastries, but don't go eating them all in one go, okay? they'll last you for several days - and i've even made extra in case you'd like to share some with your friends. "

Unprompted Christmas asks | Not accepting!

“Ja? You thought of me?” Momiji’s eyes turn towards her with clear surprise. When he takes the giftbag, of course the excited zodiac member couldn’t possibly wait to open it ―― so he looks inside and began to pull out each and every gift. Which, admittedly made the blonde boy tear up a bit. His arms squeezed the white stuff bunny which he had quickly grown to love.

“Peach-chan, these are amazing! You even got me a new outfit? I love it so so so so SOOOO much! As soon as I get home, I’m going to try it on, and then I’ll send you a picture, okay? Just to show you how cute I look in it!” His words were chirped, happiness pooling from them as he spun around with the outfit swaying from his hands while the bunny was clutched right between his armpit. 

Though, Momiji’s movements ceased when he heard about Peach’s famous pastries  ―― the very same ones he tended to visit her for. She had. . .baked them for him? As if he wasn’t already emotional and happy. “Thank you so much! I’ll share them with Tohru, Kyo-kun and everyone else! We’ll enjoy them lots!” Twisting on his heels, the boy rushed over to Peach, throwing himself in her arms for a BIG hug. Despite knowing the consequences of touching her, he didn’t care. He wanted to show her just how grateful he was for her thoughtful and kind personality.

So, as the familiar cloud of pink smoke flittered in the air, the sailor outfit he was wearing crumpling to the ground, Momiji was replaced with a familiar looking yellow rabbit, who had curled itself up happily in the arms of the woman, nuzzling its face against her cheek to give her a tiny kiss. His own way of thanking her.

[tanteichi]

"Merry christmas, detective." An elegant decorated box appears out of nowhere on the thief's hands. If Shinichi opens it, it could be the latest Sherlock Holmes book series he wanted since Kaito carefully plans it to surprise it. "Won't I get a kiss under the mistletoe as a thank you?" He teases him.

Unprompted Asks | Always accepting! 

Shinichi carefully takes the box from the thief ―― who seemingly manifested it out of NO WHERE. He frowns a moment, wary hues flickering from the grinning, cheeky magician, down to the present in hand. “Uh, thanks KID. I don’t have a present for you though.” An obvious lie ―― it just wouldn’t be given to him NOW. After all, he didn’t want to deal with the teasing and the EMBARRASSMENT coming from KID, making a big deal of the gift Shinichi would have gotten him.

He eventually opens the decorated box, careful to preserve the wrapping paper  ―― and his eyes visibly widen at the sight of the book. He lifts it, looking it over as if he couldn’t believe it was real. “. . .I was expecting some sort of PRANK or something.” Shinichi murmured, looking over at the white-clad thief. “. . .Thanks KID ――” But of course, right before he could get genuinely sentimental, KID just had to ruin it with his excessive teasing. 

His cheeks blossomed into a bright pink, clearly stunned for the moment to even speak, and he quickly shook his head, giving him a dangerous glare. “ABSOLUTELY not. You pervert. I should’ve known your little gift came with a price! P-Put your mind on something else!”

[tanteichi]

🍫 ( to luke )

Soft Prompts | Accepting!

Fingers gently massaged temples, a stressed sigh escaping the detective’s lips. He leans back against his seat, setting down the tablet he had in his hand, showing background information on someone who Luke assumed was connected in a case he was currently working on. He was clearly tired, the way his shoulders sagged and the way he occasionally grunted and yawned, blinking tears from his eyes that formed from the excessive yawning.

He only looked up when he heard the door of his PI room, noticing that it had been Lydia with. . .a bag of food? His crimson gaze lighting up. “Oh, hey! Did you need something?”

He looked towards his phone, noticing that there were several missed calls and he laughed sheepishly. “Geez...I didn’t even have my ringer on, I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t work so hard, Luke! When was the last time you even ate? That’s it, you’re taking a break and eating with me. I have some sandwiches.”

“If you insist... How could I possibly resist spending time with you? Especially since we haven’t hung out in so long!” Luke laughs, a little guiltily as he turned his attention to his dearest friend, reaching into the bag to pull out one of the sandwiches. “I’ll have to treat you out sometime once I finish this case. How about we go to this cute-themed cafe I found?” He winked. “It’s my treat.”

[tanteichi]

📚 from hakuei to aladdin if it’s okay? :o

Soft Prompts | Accepting!

It was a lovely afternoon. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining. As it was such a beautiful day, one would see Aladdin and Hakuei relaxing underneath the shade of a tree. A book was in her hand. 

Aladdin had managed to crawl himself onto her lap ( it was completely innocent, he promises! ) and curl up slightly, smiling  as he listens to her soft voice verbalize what was going on within the book text by text. It was quite interesting, this story. It was about a story of childhood friends going on an adventure together exploring the world.

Aladdin occasionally points out in the story similarities between himself and the characters, a bright smile on his face. “The onee-chan in the story is kind of like you, Hakuei-oneechan. Do you know why?” He gently swings his legs, laughing a little. “It’s because she’s as pretty and mature like you are!”

[tanteichi]

//plops a squishy purple blob with a face inside conan's school desk for him to discover at a very inconvenient time.

the squishy thing moves. It's alive. It's breathing oh goD--

Unprompted asks | Accepted!

He entered the classroom as normal, filing in with the other students as he makes his way to his desk. He vaguely hears his classmate’s conversations, something about the latest video game or the Kamen Yaiba movie being shown next month, but he didn’t pay attention. His mind still filled with the thoughts of the case he had solved the night before.

Sliding into his seat, Conan opens his desk to put his books inside as everyone finally started to get settled and class was beginning, only to find the disgusting purple blob sitting directly in the center of his desk.

Really, it was hard to miss and it was absolutely unsettling. And was. . that a face on it?! Conan let out a yelp, more of surprise and shock rather than fear, though it failed to not catch the attention of his teacher, who quickly scolded him for disrupting the lesson.

His face burns in embarrassment, a muttered, hurried apology as Conan excuses himself, just so he could take the blob into his hands and rush it out of the classroom. The fact that it was alive made him want to faint. 

[tanteichi]

A lot of time and preparation and work went into the presents she prepared for her boyfriends, but Ran believed every second she spent sewing was worth it. Because they made her the happiest she’d been in a while, and there wasn’t much she could do to show them just how precious the bond they shared was. Especially with Shinichi who had been by her side for as long as she could think, she thought. “Merry Christmas, Shinichi.” Adoration seeped into her voice when she handed him the present she had lovingly wrapped up in pretty Christmas paper. It was a matching scarf with hers and Kaito’s, except that Shinichi’s own had a little soccer ball stitched to one of the ends and Kaito’s a pretty little dove.

Unprompted Christmas asks | Not accepting!

Shinichi gently takes the present from his girlfriend’s hands. He says nothing at first, taking the careful time to unwrap the present, before he opens it up to reveal the gift that was inside. And his eyes widen ―― because he hadn’t expected to receive something so. . .sentimental?

The scarf was pulled out, each stitch carefully examined, and when he sees the little soccer ball design etched onto one of the ends, he couldn’t help but laugh because that was SO Ran. “I love it. I love it a lot.” Shinichi quietly says, taking the scarf and he wraps it around his neck. His gaze softens ―― with absolute love as he snuggles into the comforting, soft fabric. It’s warm. . .

It reminds him of the first Christmas he had when he turned to Conan ―― the first Christmas Shinichi and Ran had to spend apart. She had knitted him something then too, a blue sweater he still finds himself wearing occasionally. Does she remember the sweater? It would go well with this scarf, he thinks as he lifts the to cover his mouth and nose. He felt even more warm inside.

“Considering the fact that we’re BOTH matching now, I’m guessing Kuroba-kun got one too? We’re like a matching trio.” He joked lightly, carefully stepping closer to Ran so he could cup the back of her head, kissing the top of it tenderly. “. . .Merry Christmas. I love you.”

[tanteichi]

"Inuyasha!" Kagome calls out to the now human half-demon, quickly grabbing his hand in an attempt to stop him from moving further. A horde of Narkau demon's had found their camp that night, the situation having the worst timing considering it was a moonless night. "You need to stay hidden! Fighting right now without your demon powers would be a bad idea! Plus, we don't want Naraku finding out when your night of weakness is, right?! Just stay here and let us handle it! Okay?!"

(To Inuyasha! Ty for liking the Inbox Call!)

Inuyasha felt the slight tug on his hand, halting him from his movements. He immediately jerks his head back to glare at the miko. He could hear the screams of demons outside, and the yells of his comrades. Sango calling upon her Hirakotsu and Miroku with his wind tunnel. Meanwhile Inuyasha was stuck here completely USELESS. Resorted to cowering because of the damned new moon and his blasted heritage, cursing him to revert to a mere, weak human until the sun rose.

“Keh, it ain’t like I can do much anyways, huh? ‘M not stupid enough to put you guys in any danger, but it doesn’t make it any less FRUSTRATING.” He growled, yanking his arm away from Kagome’s hold. “Jus’ don’t be an idiot an’ get yerself killed. ‘Cause I can’t save ya if ya do, Kagome.”

[tanteichi]

thxlassophile​:

Moroha SHIVERED at the bolt of electricity his touch had sent rocketing down her spine, her mind going blissfully blank. Makoto was so much BIGGER than her that his hands practically covered every inch of her waist, even though he’d only meant to rest them on her hips. Every time was a reminder, or perhaps more of a realization on her part, of just how TINY she was. She’d never truly felt small before Makoto, her personality and energy always large enough to take up any space her body didn’t fill. And she still didn’t, at least in any kind of HURTFUL way that would take away her power. 

But god was it thrilling, the way their height difference affected their physical relationship. Moroha felt SAFE and SECURE and ADORED, even when he did nothing more than hold her hand. Of course, she preferred THIS - the way his soft lips fit over hers, how they moulded together like puzzle pieces and she practically vanished into him and the HEAT of their embrace (however temporarily). 

Sporting a matching BLUSH to Makoto’s, thanks to his quite literally sweet compliments, Moroha gave a tiny shake of her head to clear the giddy cloud in her mind that their kiss had created. Bring herself back to the here and now, where she became QUITE aware of just how wet and undressed he was. How wet SHE was, the front of her uniform sporting several wet spots from leaping into the arms of a man who had only seconds earlier exited a pool. “Yeah, I’ve gotta go scrounge up a towel myself. I’ll WAIT for you out front?” Moroha offered with a smile, still very much riding the endorphin wave of his win. 

                        Makoto looks down at them and also notices, not only his lack of dress, but also how he had unintentionally ruined her own attire by getting her wet with his still soaked body. He blinks and then laughs apologetically, nodding in agreement. “That would be good. I’ll get my medal and talk to my team for a bit. See you then, Moro-chan.” His words were soft and tender as he leaves a chaste kiss upon the center of her forehead.

                        Pulling away, albeit hesitantly, Makoto turns around and he walked back to the locker and shower rooms, running a shower to wash away the chlorine on his body. Then, he quickly changed back into the clothes he came to the tournament in and returned back to his seat to speak to his team and finish watching the rest of their events. 

                        Eventually, day 1 of the tournament concluded and Makoto said his goodbyes to his friends once they had left the building where the tournament was held and he scanned around. When he spotted Moroha, his green eyes lit up and he rushed over, bag of swimming equipment tossed over his shoulder and his gold medal occasionally hitting his chest. “Moro-chan! I hope you didn’t have to wait too long... Are you ready to go?”