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Here are a series of fics I’m working on for the next little bit :)
Disclaimer: this is not the order of the fics and when they’re gonna come out, I’ll probably start with whatever is easiest for me to finish, and I’m gonna be spending a lot of time on writing for tickletober. There’s also no guarantee that I’ll be able to finish all of the tickletober prompts I want to do, and that’s okay
Lee!Langa Lers!Reki and Miya
Langa accidentally provokes Reki, and he calls Miya to help him. He doesn’t help in the way Langa was expecting though.
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Switch!Vox and Alastor
Vox and Alastor’s fight takes a turn no one expected.
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The Stanley Parable HCs
Tkl and non-tkl!!
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TICKLETOBER!!!
I switched up some of the pairs I said I would write for, I’ll post the updated list soon!!!
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Lee!Hunter Lers!Gus and Willow
I don’t really have a plan for this one I just finished the series and really wanna write for lee!hunter LMAOO
summary: Miya is a mean little guy and Reki is always in a good mood, but sometimes things aren’t how they’re supposed to be and when that happens, someone has to step up and make them right again.
an: ahem did i say this week? i meant this month. nvm, you and i both know i said “this week” but that was before i dropped out of university and cancelled my flat and also rewrote this whole thing... ANYWAY here is my third commission for the wonderful @wertzunge and honey let me tell you i had so much fun with this one! i really hope you like it and i apologize for straight up lying to you ^^’
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taglist: @parkersaysthings
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Many people thought Miya Chinen to be blind to the feelings and moods of those around him. They considered him too arrogant to pay attention and too inexperienced in social interaction to notice when someone wasnʼt doing so well.
This was not true.
Miya was capable of feeling compassion and noticing changes in mood or behavior, and just fine too, thank you very much. Most times, he just flat out didnʼt care because, and that much was correct, he really was a little arrogant and too inexperienced in social interaction to comfort a stranger. His friends though? That was a different story.
So when Reki entered the Sia la Luce, he could immediately tell that something was off with the redhead. There were multiple signs for that. He didn’t barge through the door like an absolute maniac, as he usually did. He also didn’t yell “‘SUP GUYS!” at the top of his lungs or give them one of his bright signature smiles that always made Miya wonder whether it was his second birthday. (Or his third, or fourth, or fifth, or even sixth, because Reki did this often and it had the same effect on Miya every time.)
Not this time though. This time Reki barely made any noise walking in, aside from the small bell above the door ringing like its life depended on it when he entered. He didn’t even smile, on the contrary; he looked like his birthday had been canceled rather than doubled. Or tripled. Or quadrupled. Or whatever, this was too beautiful of a day to waste it on thinking about math. And also too beautiful to pull a long face.
“What’s up with you, slime?”
“Nothing.” Huh, Reki didnʼt even seem annoyed at the nickname. He just plopped down at the counter next to Miya, putting his chin in his hands and looking miserable. Strange.
“That doesnʼt look like nothing though, not gonna lie.” Joe had caught on too, furrowing his brows as he placed a lemonade in front of the redhead. “You sure you okay, kid?”
“Yeah, sure. Why do you all think thereʼs something wrong with me?!”
Cherry scoffed, his nose buried in a magazine. “Because of your bright smile.”
“Very funny.” And then, Reki rolled his eyes. Reki rolled his eyes. Miya had never seen him do that before and it was the famous last drop, so to speak.
Reki jumped nearly five feet in the air and let out the loudest shriek when two small hands tasered his sides. He lunged forward as if he was trying to crawl over the counter and turned to Miya, hugging his midsection and his lips pulled into a wobbly smile. “What the he-”
“Ah!” Miya interrupted him with a smirk, “There are children here. You wouldnʼt cuss in front of a child, right?”
Reki gave him a look that was probably supposed to be threatening, but his blush and twitching lips just made for an expression of half-assed indignation. “Youʼd be surprised, you little-”
“Reki, please.” Oha, Cherry had put on his best impression of an annoyed teacher and Miya grinned. He had them all on his side. Even Shadow, who was bound to go against Joe and Cherry at every possible opportunity, and Langa who was usually always always always with Reki, made no visible effort to step in on Rekiʼs behalf and Shadow even gave Miya a little wink. The odds were immaculate.
Reki huffed. “I was gonna say monster! Monster isnʼt a curse word, as far as Iʼm concerned!”
“Itʼs still not very nice…” Langa mumbled, quickly looking in another direction when Reki shot him a glare.
“Yeah, well, Miya wasnʼt very nice to me eithEEK! Miyaha!”
“Yes, dearest slime? What shall I be of assistance with?”
“D-dohonʼt tahalk like thahat!”
“Shuteth thy trap, thou hast not to regulate the way I talketh.” Miya saw Cherry cringe at his pretentious attempts at pompous language, but honestly, who even cared about Cherry when he, Miya, master of consoling (as of right now), was about to break through Rekiʼs moodiness like a wrecking ball broke through an old building? He wouldʼve given himself a pat on the back for that metaphor if his hands hadnʼt been buried under Rekiʼs arms, wiggling as fast as possible and making the redheadʼs squirms increase in desperation by the second. Heh. Off to a good start.
Reki let out a cackle and Miya could see his knuckles gripping onto the counter and turning white. “Miya, nohot thehehere!”
“Not here? But I think this is a really good spot.” Miya tweaked his fingers ever so slightly, making Reki squeak. “You’re ticklish there and you can still speak. I wanna know whatʼs up with you, but if I went for spots that are any worse than this, you wouldnʼt be able to answer my question anymore. Speaking of which, are you gonna answer my question now?”
“Ihi dohon’t even rehemembeher your stuhupid quehestion!”
“Wow, rude!” Miya gave Rekiʼs side a squeeze, making the older boy curl into himself. “But Iʼll repeat it once more, because I tolerate you. Whatʼs up with you?”
“Ihitʼs noho-”
“Itʼs not nothing. Wake up slime, weʼre already at the level where you tell me the truth.”
“I wahas gonnaha sahay thahat ihitʼs nohone of your buhusiness!”
Miya could hear a soft “Oh damn” from somewhere behind him. It was probably Shadow, but right now there was no time to check. He gave Reki a bored look and clicked with his tongue. “Gee slime, you reaaaally want me to go there, hm?”
Reki barely had time to entirely grasp the meaning of the younger boyʼs words before Miya threw all mercy out the window and dug into his stomach, squeezing and prodding like there was no tomorrow. Reki screamed.
Miya gasped. “Dumbass? I try to help you and you call me a dumbass? Very rude.” Reki banged his fist on the counter when two hands crawled under his shirt and tickled the bare skin of his stomach. “Now you’re in for it, Slime!
“NONONO MIYAHAHAHAHAA! DOHOHON’T! PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Nope. Thatʼs what you get for being mean to me, your friend, whoʼs just doing his best to help you.”
“Donʼt kill him, please,” Joe chipped in from the side. “Dead children arenʼt exactly great publicity.”
Miya shrugged, not interrupting the tickling or slowing down for even a second. “Whether or not he dies is up to him. Right, Reki? If you wanna live, I suggest you start talking.”
Reki just shook his head and Miya couldn’t help but be a little impressed. The boy was flushed bright red, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and since he was trapped on the high bar stool, he couldn’t even go anywhere without getting hurt - and yet, he still didn’t give in? Whatever it was he didn’t want to talk about, it had to be something really embarrassing or bad. For a split second, ever so slight hesitation crept into Miya’s mind, but then he remembered the many times Reki had gotten him to actually talk about his feelings and how good it had felt to share his struggles with a friend. If Reki had to be reminded of his own wisdom forcefully, then this was how it had to be. And however great his stamina was, at some point he just had to crumble. Miya allowed himself a devious smile.
“Fine. Whatever happens now, I want you to remember that you brought this upon yourself.”
In retrospect, going for his friend’s absolute worst spot was probably not a good idea when said friend was seated on an object prone to toppling over when exposed to too much movement. In the moment, however, it had seemed like the right move to wiggle a single finger into Reki’s belly button, but, well, yeah, when the redhead spasmed hard enough to fall on top of him and take the stool down as well, Miya guessed he should’ve considered this outcome a little earlier.
“Oh, shhhhhrimps, are you guys okay?!”
Joe quickly put the stool back into place and plucked the boys off the ground like two little kittens. Reki went back down immediately, his legs too wobbly to stand on, but he gave the green haired man a limp-wristed thumbs up. Miya nodded as well, ignoring the constant throbbing in his hip bone. “Yeah, I’m fine.” That would make for a nice bruise tomorrow, but it was fine, he’s had worse. He turned to Reki and offered him a hand. “Sorry. I… I didn’t overstep, did I?”
Reki took one more second to breathe through, then he let himself get helped up and sat back down on the stool. “No, don’t worry, it’s fine.” A soft smile pulled at his lips. “I guess I kinda needed that.”
“Yeah, to get back to the topic,” Shadow sailed in from his place across from Cherry and Langa, “why did you need it? What’s going on with you? The little gnome is right, you’ve been weird the whole time.”
The smile fell from Reki’s face and he sighed. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” Shrinking a little under his friends’ worried gazes, he went on to mumble something into his hoodie.
“What?” Langa, blunt as ever. At least one of them was being his usual self.
“It’s dumb,” Reki cried out. “It’s nothing to be dramatic about, really.”
“Reki, what. Is it.” Everyone in the room could tell that Cherry was rapidly losing his patience as the conversation went on and because no one wanted to repeat the birthday incident (note to future selves: Cherry did not appreciate people jumping out of the darkness and yelling SURPRISE), Reki finally explained himself.
“It’s just a grade, really! I’m kinda failing Japanese and my mother told me I won’t be allowed to meet my friends and go skating anymore if I don’t get a passing grade on my next test.”
Miya tilted his head. “That’s it? You can always improve a grade, right?”
“Not in Japanese! Have you seen my last homework?!”
“Hold up.” Joe put his hands on his hips. “That’s something we can help with. I mean, it’s literally Kaoru’s job to flex on illiterates.”
“That’s not what I do, actually.”
“I don’t care what you do, actually.”
“Actually-”
“Point is,” Shadow interrupted the brewing fight between the two, “why didn’t you just tell us?”
Reki looked down at his hands, a slight blush climbing up his neck. “I don’t know, I… just… it’s kinda embarrassing. I didn’t want you to… to think I was stupid…”
The last part of his sentence was spoken so softly that they barely caught it and Miya frowned at his friend. “You’re not stupid. Why would you think that we’d think you are?”
“You call me stupid every day.”
Whoopsie daisy. He had never claimed to be perfect when it came to be a good friend.
“I’m just messing with you, sl- Reki! I don’t actually think you’re stupid, stupid people couldn’t make kickass skateboards! You have to know a ton of math for that too, right? And who cares about Japanese anyway? No one ever needs every single Kanji!”
Miya only realized how much he had gotten into his little speech when the others gave him wide-eyed looks. He quickly cleared his throat, trying to play his passion off. “I guess.”
A grin spread across Reki’s face. “You think I make kickass skateboards?”
“That’s not really a secret!”
“So you’d tell me again?”
“No.”
“It’s okay if you appreciate me, kiddo.”
“Don’t call me kiddo!”
“Why not? Who wouldn’t want to be called a nickname by their idol?”
“You’re not my idol! And I don’t appreciate you!”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you over all the appreciation coming from your heart.”
“Shut up, slime!”
Reki laughed and it should’ve driven him even more up the wall, but Miya found himself to not really mind. After all, they were laughing together. And if that wasn’t evidence of him being the definite and absolute master of consoling, Miya honestly didn’t know what could be.
