#miya chinen fic

[doginahat]

to those of u who found me from my ao3 fic youre (my) home,

CHAPTER 17 IS COMING. STAY TUNED.

[mimi-croissant]

A summery “didn’t know they were dating” renga fic

[neonscandal]

Nervous waiter enforcing a new rule at Sia la Luce as Cherry walks in: Um, I'm sorry, Mr. Sakurayashiki. We're no longer allowing AI tech... *looks anxiously back at Joe at the bar who winks, reassuringly* in the restaurant...

Cherry breezes past, Carla in tow: That's positively ridiculous.

Nervous waiter rushes to get in front of him: I'm afraid it's a new... new policy!

Cherry tuts displeased, going straight to the source: Gorilla, what's the meaning of this?

Joe, rolling his eyes while dismissing the new aggressively sweating waiter: You heard the man, Kaoru. *Grins devilishly* new restaurant policy, really trying to prioritize our guests’ comfort and experience.

Cherry sits rebelliously at the bar, Carla propped with care: Impossible. Carla's a much better dinner guest than that woman's ugly baby. Or that old man's ear-splitting children. *points disapprovingly to Shadow crossing his arms while Reki, Langa and Miya loudly argue over whether they're sharing a bowl of spaghetti or some chicken tenders.*

Joe squints considering the spectacle: ... you may have a point.

[alex-just-vibing]

one thing me and my older sibling agree on is that there is no way miya is cis

like look. this is a gender crisis just waiting to happen.

[aralana765]

It’s Reki’s debut night at S as Sunflower and his birthday! Today marks the last chapter in To Build a Chef, the third fic in my Sunflower series! (It also lines up with the last chapter of To Build a Programmer, fun fact).

Thanks so much to @mediaraiz for the incredible art she’s made for the series so far (2 pieces for To Build a Programmer and 2 for To Build a Chef). It’s all been incredibly beautiful, and I couldn’t ask for better!

[probabludaistkf]

Links to the master posts of my fics

a flower blooms in early winter - platonic! Vox Akuma x kitsune! Reader

Sakura petals and cats - Miya Chinen x OC fic

Remember to do your daily click! 🇵🇸🍉🫒🕊️

I’m using this pinned post to say. I don’t read the asks I get unless they are suspiciously familiar. So if I post an ask with the wrong tags please let me know and suggest new tags for me to use

[thicckennugget69]

FINALLY GET TO POST THE MIYA ART OMG

I love this chapter bc honestly it was just a lot of fun to write🔥❤️🪽

Chapter 5 of On Gods:

[myreygn]

Master of Consoling

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 ^^’

wordcount: 2020

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. 

“DAHA- YOHOHOHOU DUMBAHAHAHASS, NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”

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.

[iurissi]

this has been posted for awhile but just bringing some attention to this fic again! it was the first real fic i ever spent more then just a couple hours writing and it rlly just is special to me! either way, do what you will with this XD

[giggly-squiggily]

Okay HI hello

Thank you for indulging me 🥰

I would love to see Lee Joe because he is so criminally underrated. I’m thinking he’s getting back at Miya for the beach, and Cherry casually mentions he’s just as ticklish. Resident mischief child Reki has to test this theory.

Thank you so so so much 😭😭

Please make sure to stay hydrated and rested!!

But of course Ducky! Thank you for giving me the chance to write for Sk8! :D And absolutely- Lee!Joe is an underrated gem that needs to shine! This was a perfect prompt, and I had an absolute blast writing it! :)

Stay Hydrated and Warm friend! :D

Light Spoilers for Episode 6 of Sk8!

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@myreygn

“You little brat! Come here!”

“Ah! Nohoohohoho!”

Cherry looked over his sunglasses at the pair before him, fighting down a smile as Joe relentlessly tickled the kid to near tears. He had been slipping in and out of consciousness earlier, so the exact reason for why Joe was doing this was lost to him.

Did it really matter though? Not really. Cherry sat up for a better look.

“Think you can get between me and the ladies? You're lucky I don’t go full dad mode on you and ground you the rest of the trip!” Joe teased, his hand clawing at his belly with expert skill. “Don’t make me, Miya!”

“Yohoohohohu’re suhuuhuhch an ohohohohold maahhahhanan!” The tiny skater squealed, slapping at Joe’s chest with little effect. “Stahahhahap it!”

“Oh, an old man, am I? Now you’re really gonna get it! Prepare for my ultimate tickle attack!”

Cherry rolled his eyes at the sight, shaking his head. “Your ‘Ultimate tickle attack?’ Since when did you have one of those?”

Joe shot a devious glare at the other, giving the smaller boy a break. “Oh? Don’t tell me you already forgot  about it. I used to have you in tears whenever I tickled you.” The green haired man snickered, narrowly avoiding a sandal being thrown at his head.

“Cherry’s ticklish?” Miya asked, wide eyed. Seemed he recovered quickly.

“You’re one to talk, you damn gorilla. Last time I checked, you’re way more ticklish than anyone here.” Cherry retorted, smug at the flush staining Joe’s cheeks. Good. “What was it that really got you going? Oh yes, your armpits were quite the spot back then.”

“That was years ago!” Joe argued, vaguely aware of Miya staring at him.

“No way, Joe’s ticklish too?” He gaped. Then he grinned.

“Miya, don’t you dare-” Joe had no time to react before Miya was on him, clinging to his back like a cat, digging his fingers into said tickle spot.

At first, there was nothing. Maybe Joe grew out of it after all? But then…

“Hmm! M-Miya, get off me!” Joe grunted, squirming this way and that as he tried to reach for the other. His lips were pressed into a wobbly grin, a new blush starting to creep up his neck.

Nevermind then. Cherry hid a smile behind his hand.

“Come on, laugh for me, Jojo!” Miya teased, laughing as Joe tried to buck him off like a bull, the smaller boy clinging like his life depended on it. In a way, it did. All the while he kept up the playful attack, scribbling into Joe’s armpits before moving a hand down to his ribs. “Don’t hold it in! Let it out!”

“Yes Joe- it’s bad for you.” Cherry teased, feeling bold as he reached out, giving Joe’s hip a proper taz. “You’ll explode.”

“Shuuhuhuhut your mohohohohohuth!” Joe cried out, finally laughing as he wrigged away from Cherry’s hand. This of course did nothing for the giggling spider monkey clinging to his back. Tiny hands switched back and forth between his ribs and his armpits, digging and pressing with the skill of a button masher. All those video games he loved to play really made Miya a good tickler.

“No nohoohohohoho, Mihihiihiiyahahahhahaha! Chehehheherry stahahhahahaap!” Joe wheezed, falling on his face in the warm sand. Pressing his arms tightly to his sides, he attempted to swat at Cherry’s hands as they returned, pinching his hip and the soft parts of his belly. “Pleheahhahahhahahse!”

“Please what?” Cherry asked, sounding way too smug for his taste.

“Dohoohohohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what?” Miya joined in the teasing.

“Tihiihihihihckle mehehhehehehe!”

“Oh, did you hear that? He wants us to keep tickling him!” Miya cooed in delight, nearly taking an elbow to the face.

“Yohohohoou shuhuhuhuht your trahahahhahap- AH! NO KAHAHHAHAROU!” Joe all but screamed when Cherry’s hand found the back of his thigh, squeezing with deadly precision. “DOOOHOHOHOHONT NOT THEHEHEHHERE!”

“Seems some things haven’t changed.” Cherry laughed, nodding at Miya to join in. Before long the pair were tickling Joe’s legs like there was no tomorrow, earning a wide variety of squeals, shrieks, giggles and howling pleads for mercy.

“OOHOHOHOKAY OHOHOOKAY I’M DOOHOHOHNE!” Joe squawked out eventually, cheeks bright red. His face was coated in a thin layer of sand, tear streaks cutting through the grime. His face felt sore from smiling so much, and his lungs ached.

“Alright, let’s let the gorilla breathe.” Cherry reached out, gently guiding Miya to a stop. The smaller boy climbed off him, taking a seat on a nearby towel with a grin as Joe gasped for air. “Are you alive, Kojiro?”

“Heh…heheh…Let me tell you.” Joe sat up on his arms, turning to glare at the pair. “My body hurts from laughing, I have sand literally everywhere, and I just got absolutely destroyed by a gamer kid and my archnemesis. And now said archnemesis is asking me if I’m alive?” He paused, thinking about it. “Honestly, yeah. I feel great.”

Miya snorted, laughing in his hands when Joe turned that fiery look onto him. Cherry chuckled, reaching out and dusting sand off Joe’s leg. “You truly are something else.”

“Heh, I guess I am. Hey, Miya- wanna help me get your mom here?” Joe asked, making Miya perk up.

“Really?”

“You wish to die?” Cherry growled, backing away as the pair began to close in. “I have no issues committing murder on a beach- who the hell are you calling ‘Mom’?”

“Carla can’t save you now, Cher-bear. Get him!” Joe roared playfully, leaping with Miya as they sent Cherry off his chair, into the sand with tickling fingers.

They eventually made it back to the resort, covered in sand; Joe sporting a new welt on his head, courtesy of Cherry. Miya was soaked- he was tossed into the water at some point.

Still- they were laughing, dirty, soaked, and in mild pain, but laughing.

They should take beach trips more often.

Thanks for reading! :D

[eemoo1o-kuroo]

Sk8 AU where Reki gets his licence and Oka gives him his old truck, and so he and Langa just drive around (aka. Reki becomes the designated driver for him and Miya).

[doginahat]

posting chapter nineteen tmr :3

[mimi-croissant]

I wrote a renga coffeeshop AU btw

[neonscandal]

New waiter at Sia la Luce rounding on a table: Happy Fathers Day, sir. Will we be needing a kids menu?

Shadow, losing his temper: Wha-what!? These aren’t my kids! I’m TWENTY FRICKIN’ FOUR!

Reki, relishing in the joke, laughing: Daddy, chill! Ramen for me.

Miya, not looking up from his switch game: Not necessary, I’ll have the chicken tenders, slime.

Langa, muttering thoughtfully: Reki.. is ramen even Italian? You order it every time we come here. Unless.. did you mean spaghetti?

Reki, reclining and rubbing his stomach: Whatever. I’m hungry and Dad’s payin’!

Shadow, steam coming from his ears threateningly: I’m not paying for shit!

Waiter, eyes the size of saucer plates at the scene escalating before him and uncertain what to do about it: …

Oka, picking up his to go order from the bar: Aren’t you worried he’ll quit like the last one?

Joe, who told the waiter to say that, laughing from the bar as the screams amplify: Worth it.

Cherry, disapprovingly rolling his eyes: As if this gorilla has the business acumen for such foresight.

Joe, mockingly changing his voice: “aS If ThIS GOriLlA-” BUT YOU STILL EAT HERE, PRINCESS. *Punctuates his insult by stealing food off Cherry’s plate.*

Cherry bristles while trying to stab Joe’s offending hand with his fork as Oka backs away from their bickering.

Tadashi, exhaling deeply while also attempting to pick up a to go order: Not a drop of intelligence anywhere.

[alex-just-vibing]

i NEED more platonic koyomiya NEOW

[jalapenobee]

you are at part 1 - part 2

Miya bit his lip and averted his eyes, tracing them over the ceiling to try and distract himself from, well, Reki. In a fox costume. Onesie and bulky fox head hood plus face paint, the whole getup. He pressed one hand to his mouth and the other to his stomach to suppress his laughter, which by now was spilling out and onto the slime skater, adjusting his bell-adorned choker with a scowl. Nearly bent over by now, Miya was barely able to form coherent words through his cackling. "This is…oh my God, Reki…so much more worth it than I thought…!"

(Reki lost a beef to Miya the other night at S; his punishment was to use his break as a time to become Dope Sketch's mascot for the day. They made Cherry pay for the costume. Of course, he agreed amicably and willingly went with them to look for a getup that would suit Reki's demise.)

(Just kidding. They stole his credit card.)

Reki stood squirming in the hot, itchy onesie and mentally cursed Chinen Miya to the ends of the Earth and also the entirety of space, just to be safe. The brat was still laughing, damn him. Reki stomped forward and stood over him in what he hoped to be an intimidating manner and donned a (again, hopefully and not really) scary look. "I hope you know I am never going to fix your skateboard now. Definitely. Also I can and will find your console and break it in half."

That only made Miya laugh harder. He hid his face behind his hand and snickered mischievously. "As if you have the strength to even press a button."

"That's it!"

The fox mascot pounced on the gamer slash skater slash pain in the fucking ass sometimes and shook his shoulders vigorously while spinning him around. Miya ceased his teasing only now to hit back at Reki with his fists, though it did almost nothing to deter him. Within thirty seconds, their initial thoughts had been replaced with a malicious need to pummel the other into the ground and keep him there for the rest of his life. In a respectful fashion, of course. Neither of them had an actual intention to harm the other. For the moment.

By the front of the shop, standing near a rack of colorful skateboards, a young woman's attention was caught by the two boys behind the counter. Amused and intrigued, she walked over to investigate. "Um…is this a daily thing?"