#sk8 the infinity tickling

[lovelymessybubbly]

have you seen sk8? would you maybe consider making cherry blossom the lee for your event? congrats on 1k !!

"hey, your kimono has come loose !! that is quite unrefined, isn't it ??"

so i have not seen this anime either (￣▽￣*)ゞ but when i looked him up i thought he was quite cute, so i decided i would go ahead and give him the works. dani-chan gave me a rundown on his character, so hopefully i did him justice !! i really love the uptight or more noble types, because it is so fun to see them become a complete mess due to some tickling. messy hair, flushed face, loosened kimono... what a sight to behold, especially for someone who usually presents so regally !! (✧ω✧)

i heard he is a calligrapher, so i practiced a few characters on his abdomen (*¯︶¯*) but, he was another squirmy canvas, so i did the best i could.

please enjoy !! and thank you so much for your continued support !!

#tamabijutsu #tickling #sk8 the infinity tickling #ticklish!cherry blossom #lee!cherry blossom #deviled egg #get em tama!!

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2022/Day 15 - Games

SK8 the Infinity - Reki x Langa

“Come on, you can do it!” Reiki cheered his friend, not even trying to hide the second intentions in his voice.

Ranga wrapped his arms around his own stomach, he could already feel it. He stared at the metal bar above his head and back at Reki, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You said that we should play something, didn’t I?” The boy chuckled, watching his friend struggle.

“But not this kind of game!” Langa sighed, taking deep breaths as if to prepare himself. He wasn’t even with his arms all the way up and was already smiling, damn it.

It took him a few more moments before he finally decided to jump and hold the bar, starting to do the first pull up with ease. The thing, whoever, was that the whole exercise was the easy part of the game.

Reki quickly placed himself behind Langa and didn’t waste a single second before move his hands up and starting tickling the boy’s exposed ribs and sides.

“AhAHah, noohOhoho! W-wahAhait!”

“Hah? When it was my turn you barely let me grab the bar, now you want me to wait?” Reki hissed back, squeezing the other’s sides. “Come on, that was one pull up, you have nine left to do ~”

Langa felt his arms shaking, the strength already leaving his limbs as he clenched his teeth to try to back the laughter and pull his body up. And, with that, two out of ten.

Despite the tinglish feeling moving up and down his torso, Langa tightened his grip around the metal bar and went for the third pull up, making Reki groan behind him.

“Ah, don’t hold back on me ~” the redhead fake whined, waiting for the moment when his friend would lower his body to shoot his hands up all the way to Langa’s underarms, making the boy crack up in loud laughter.

“HehEHey- AhAHaha, n-nohOHohot thEHEHere!” 

“Where? You mean here?” He teased, pressing his fingers a little more on the spot. Langa was twisting his torso left to right in a futile attempt to get away from the tickling. “There are seven left to go! Come on, I know you can do- AHH!”

At some point, Langa’s arms gave away to tickling, making the boy fall on top of Reki and taking both of them to the ground. It took both teens a moment to recover from the shock before starting laughing at each other.

“Did I won?” Langa asked, sitting straight and looking at his friend.

“No, it's a tie. I also did three.”

“Another round?” 

“Of course!”

A/N: Sorry for the delay today >.< I ran out of queued stuff, so now I’m pretty much writing one a day hehe. I wouldn’t let the chance to write for this pair slide off my hands like that, so here we are, halfway through the tickletober! Hope you enjoyed it so far!

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #SK8 the Infinity #Reki Kyan #Langa Hasegawa #Renga #sk8 renga #sk8 the infinity tickling #lee!langa #ticklish!langa #ler!reki #anime tickling #tickle fic

[dokidoki-muffin]

"Oh, you're sorry? Maybe I should do this every time you mock my cooking 🤔🙃" . Argh fuck it 😂🙈 I originally wanted to write a fic for this as well but I somewhat lost control over my life in October 😬😆 srsly.. there was just so much going on that I barely had time for anything, soooooo for now here's the art post at least 🙄🤣🙈 Yeah. I hope you enjoy it anyway 🙃🙃🙃

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #joe #cherry #tickling #art

[blue-little-angel]

@kusuguricafe ! Hope your day is as great as you are! 💙I'm the one who was in charge of making your gift for this year! 🫂

@squealing-santa I probably won't be available December 23'rd so I thought I'd better post it sooner than never ^^

Fandom: Sk8 the infinity

Ship: Renga

Lee: Reki

Ler: Langa

The sunset painted Okinawa in vibrant oranges and pinks as Reki and Langa made their way back to Reki's house after a long day of skating. Both boys were grinning from ear to ear, their passion for the sport leaving them buzzing with energy even as the evening winds grew chillier.

"I still can't believe the new trick you pulled off today!" Reki gushed, giving Langa an admiring smile. "You're picking this up so fast, soon you'll be wiping the floor with all of us!!" Langa bashfully rubbed the back of his neck at the praise. Though he'd only recently discovered skating, being with Reki made every bruise and scrap feel worth it to improve.

When they arrived at Reki's, his mother had a hot dinner and warm blankets ready to chase away the remains of their day's chills. As they ate, Reki regaled Langa with wild tales from other competitions, keeping the mood light and fun. Once their bellies were full, Reki suggested they relax with a movie, and Langa readily agreed.

Cuddling up under the kotatsu, Langa leaned back against the sofa as Reki nestled in beside him, pulling the blanket over them both. As the opening credits began to roll, Langa glanced down at Reki, taking in his relaxed smile and rosy cheeks. Without thinking, Langa reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Reki's ear, his fingers lingering to caress his neck. Reki turned to meet his gaze, bitting his lower lip trying to hide a giggle, and that's when Langa discovered something new—Reki was ticklish!

As Langa's fingers grazed Reki's neck, he noticed the other boy's breath hitching with barely contained laughter. Curious, Langa ghosted his hand lower, trailing gentle fingers along Reki's neck. That's when Reki broke, squirming and giggling helplessly as Langa found one of his most sensitive areas.

"H-hey, no fair!" Reki protested through his laughter, trying in vain to bat Langa's hand away. But Langa was smitten by this new playful side of Reki, and determined to learn all his weaknesses. Shifting closer, Langa slipped his hand under the blanket to test just how ticklish Reki's torso might be.

His hunch proved correct as Reki exploded into peals of laughter the moment Langa's fingers made contact with his tummy. "L-Langa stop!" Reki cried breathlessly, writhing in the other boy's grasp but making no real effort to escape. Tear tracks streaked his cheeks from mirth, a wide grin splitting his face that Langa found utterly captivating.

Wanting to hear more of that wonderful laughter, Langa redoubled his ticklish attack. Reki squealed and kicked his legs, holding nothing back as Langa explored every inch of his trembling torso. By the time Langa showed mercy, they were both panting and giddy. Reki gazed up at Langa with something new and tender in his eyes, and Langa thought that maybe, just maybe, Reki's laughter wasn't the only thing he wanted to keep discovering between them. . . .

#tickle fic #ss2k23 #squealing santa 2k23 #renga #sk8 the infinity #sk8 tickle #lee!Reki #ler!langa #tickle fluff #reki x langa

[giggly-squiggily]

Snow Day (Sk8 The Infinity)

Hey hey y’all! I hope you guys are having a great winter! Since it’s the snow season (and I rarely get snow where I am, boo) I figured I make some good ol’ Sk8 fluff! (With the tiiiiiniest dash of angst) Hope you like it!

Summary: During a cabin trip with the squad, it starts to snow. Reki and Langa decide to have fun in it.

CW: Mentions of grief

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @dirtpie39, @duckymcdoorknob​ (tagged you because I know you like Sk8 jlkerjakejr)

“A cabin trip?” Langa asked when Reki placed the pamphlet down before him.

“For winter break! Plus it’s team bonding!” Reki grinned, tapping the photo. “Joe’s paying for it, and the whole gangs gonna be there! Isn’t that great?”

“Wait-how’d you convince Joe to do that?” Langa asked, raising a brow when Reki looked away. “Reki?”

“I may have convinced him…in exchange we help out at his restaurant.” He dared a peek at Langa, bowing at his deadpan expression. “I’m sorry! It was the only way! We just have to help out for a week- and we get to keep the tips!” He looked up, smiling sheepishly. “Plus he’ll give us food.”

“Done.” Langa nodded, his ultimate weakness prodded at.

“That’s my guy!” Reki laughed, celebrating. “That’s next week though. This week, we’re staying at a cabin with the gang!”

~~~

“Langa- Langa Langa Langa!” Hands were shaking him, pulling him free from the clasp of his dream. When he turned to look, Reki was over him, smiling wide. “Langa!”

“GAH!” The blue haired skater yelped, sitting up too fast. Heads collided and shouts of pain escaped their lips as they held their faces, groaning in unison. “R-Reki, what’s going on?” Langa groaned, somewhat dizzy from the pain.

“Gee, my head feels great. Thanks for asking.” Reki rolled his eyes before shooting up, sprinting to the window. “Look!”

The curtains were drawn. Langa nearly forgot how to breathe.

“It’s snowing! Snowing!” Reki cheered, turning back to his friend with childlike glee. “I can’t believe it- we’ve got snow!” He took in Langa’s expression, deflating with guilt at the grief within. “Sorry, this is probably a lot-”

“No it’s…it’s wonderful.” Langa shook his head, putting on a gentle smile as he turned to Reki. “Come on, let’s go play in it.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Reki was already sprinting for the door, his giddiness returning. “Race you out there!”

Langa shook his head as he turned back to the window, the weight in his chest tightening his throat.

“Hey dad…guess you came to visit today, huh?”

~~~

“Oh my god it’s COLD!” Reki squawked upon running out the door, laughing hysterically as he spun amongst the flakes. “It’s so pretty! Come on, guys!”

“Reki, get back in here right now- you’re not wearing your gloves!” Cherry fussed from the door, in hand a red scarf and mittens.

“Oh let him have his fun, Kaoru.” Joe grinned as he cooked breakfast, the smell of Miso soup and rice filling their rental cabin and making Langa’s mouth water. “Besides, he’ll be back in soon enough.”

“Along with a cold. I don’t plan on watching over him if he gets sick. Speaking of, where’s your shirt?” Cherry turned an annoyed look to the other, narrowing his eyes at the bare chested man. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m too hot for winter. The season can’t handle all of this.” He flexed, earning a scoff from the other. “Come stand by me- I’ll keep you warm.”

“Mom and dad are flirting again.” Miya groaned around his game, bundled up like a cocoon in his blankets. Shadow snickered around a cup of coffee  as he watched the younger boy play.

“I’ll take them out to him.” Langa spoke up before hell could break loose, gathering up the winter items. “I’ll make sure he’s wearing them.”

“Thank you Langa.” The older man looked at him curiously, probably just noticing the redness around Langa’s eyes. Langa went to wave it off when Joe suddenly swore, jumping away from the stove and swatting at his chest.

“Damn oil! It’s hot!” He yelped, still patting his skin.

“What happened to being too hot to handle, you thirsty gorilla?” Cherry turned his attention back to Joe, giving the younger man a chance to escape. This would probably come back up later.

He’d deal with it then.

~~~

“Reki? Where are you?” Langa called out, searching the open field. He swore he saw the redhead earlier. “I have your gloves-”

A snowball flew across the wind, smacking Langa in the back.

“Gotcha!” Reki cackled from a nearby tree, another snowball in hand. With a flick of his wrist, he sent another snowball flying, smacking Langa in the chest this time. “You dare approach the snowball champion, Langa?”

“Snowball champion by ass! I’m the real champion here!” Langa grinned as he bent down, gathering up a snowball of his own. “Let me remind you who’s really the champ-”

A third snowball- this time right in the face.

“BOOM!” Reki guffawed.

“Oh that is IT!” Langa cried back, throwing his snowball with perfect accuracy. Reki’s laughter was cut off with a yelp, making the other giggle. “Come at me!”

“You're on!” Snowballs flew from one side to the other, their laughter mixing with cries of shock and glee as they pelted each other repeatedly. At some point the snowballs from Reki’s side stopped, making Langa blink.

“Reki? Where are you-” Langa called, only to let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal.

“Sneak attack, achieved!” Reki hooted, nearly doubled over with laughter as Langa attempted to shake out the snow shoved down his back. “Cool dance moves, Langa! Teach me them sometime?”

“Oh you wanna learn? Come here, I’ll teach you!” Langa grabbed more snow, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he turned to the wide eyed redhead. Reki yelped and bolted, running for the safety of a tree.

Only to slip and face plant the snow.

“Ah! Langa! Langa I’m sorr-EEEEEH!” Reki arched with a squeal of his own as Langa sat on his back, shoving snow up his coat. “Laahhahahahahngahahhahha, it thiihhihihickles!”

“It does? Wait, you’re ticklish here?” Langa grinned, abandoning his snow for tickles. The gloves limited his fingers, but the effect was the same. “I think you’re the first person I know who’s back is ticklish!”

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhuhp gehahahahhahhahaha!” Reki flailed and squirmed in the snow, his feet kicking the ground behind them. “Iihihihihim cohoohohohold sthahahahahap!”

“Oh, are you cold? So am I.” Langa jeered as he reached up, pressing his snowy hands into Reki’s armpits. “You’re pretty warm here- mind if I come in?”

If his back was bad, his armpits were way worse. Reki howled in laughter, pressing his arms down tightly as his squirming increased, bucking Langa off and sending him tumbling into the snow. 

“Oh thahahhat does it! Take thiihihis!” Reki twisted and pounced, shoving his own hands up Langa’s coat and scribbling along his belly. “You feel pretty warm here- and my hands are cold! Warm them up for me!”

“Reehehehehehehehkiihihihihi!” The blue haired teen arched with a squeal, finding himself in a similar predicament. “Wahahahhait ihihihihim shahahhahhaharry!”

“Hi sorry, I’m Reki!” The redhead snickered, earning a handful of snow thrown in his face. “Ah! Oh, you’re gonna get it now!”

“Rehehehehheki noohohooOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” Langa all but howled as the other blew a massive raspberry into his stomach.

~~~

“Heh..hehe…I win.” Reki declared after some time, side by side with Langa against the mushed up snow. His hands were now gloved, the red scarf tied nicely around his neck.

“No way…I within.” Langa argued back, a smile on his lips as stared up at the sky. The sun was finally starting to rise up, indicating midmorning. It made everything glitter like jewels around them.

“Ehehe…truce.” Reki declared, letting a comfortable silence call over them. Then he turned to Langa, eyes soft. “Hey…can I possibly ruin the mood for a sec?”

“Is it about this morning?” Langa returned his gaze.

“Yeah…how are you? You looked so…” He waved a hand to find the words, the unspoken truth between them. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Langa nodded, turning back to the sky. “I’ve told you this, but my dad loved snow. He and I were big on snowboarding, but we did all sorts of things. Build a snowman, have snowball fights. My mom would make these massive mugs of hot chocolate for us when we came in. Dad would always try to kiss her, but she’d say his beard was cold.” He laughed at the memory, eyes misting. Reki reached out and squeezed his hand tightly. “I miss him so much…”

“He sounds like a great guy.” Reki nodded, wanting to reach out and wipe away the tears rolling down Langa’s cheeks. “He’d be so proud of you, you know? He’d think your skateboarding would be amazing.”

“You think so?” Langa asked, lips pulling into a wobbly smile.

“I know so.” Reki nodded, giving in and finally reaching out, brushing his cheek. Langa closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath before reaching up, squeezing the hand against his face.

“This is the first winter where I can think about him without it hurting, you know? Before- I’d only feel sad when it snowed. I didn’t want to get out of bed.” Langa opened his eyes, a fondness in them that made Reki’s chest squeeze. “Thank you. If it weren’t for you- I don’t think I’d be able to enjoy winter like I did before.”

“Come now- don’t tell me things like that.” Reki blinked rapidly, fighting off his own tears as his cheeks warmed. “You’re gonna get me all soft and shit.”

Langa laughed, the sound thick with emotion. Reki put the sound and that smile deep within his chest, locking it away within his heart forever.

~~~

“Everyone- I have an idea.” Reki announced later that day, furrowly warmed up after being more or less forced to drink Miso soup by Cherry. Granted, it was grand soup, so he wasn’t complaining. “Let’s build a snowman!”

“Haven’t you been in the cold enough today?” Miya asked, though he was already shoving off his blankets, perking up at the idea.

“Come on- we don’t know how long we’ve got this snow! Besides, that’s probably one of the most important parts of winter!” Reki nodded. “Let’s make a memory!”

“I’m in. Bet I can make a better snowman than you, precious.” Joe grinned towards Cherry. “Hope the snow isn’t too harsh on those delicate hands of yours.”

“These ‘delicate hands’ are perfect for strangling dumb brutes, sweetie.” Cherry replied with a dangerous smile. “They should have no problem making a snowman.”

“Bring it on! I’m gonna make the baddest snowman you’ve ever seen!” Shadow burst in, full makeup and everything. Reki nearly choked at how serious Shadow took things. “The rest of you aren’t ready for what I can do!”

“Well, what do you say, Langa? Are you in?” Reki asked, turning to the other. Langa, who hadn’t spoken up yet, looked surprised. Then he smiled, a warm genuine one.

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

~~~

That night, six snowmen of various styles and techniques guarded the cabin. One was big and lumpy, slapped together with their sticks held up in a “rock on” position. One was small and neat, the spheres measured and carved to absolute perfection. One was more or less a half-snowman; originally meant to be bigger but was forgotten about after his creator got snowballed. Another was also massive, standing tall behind the perfect snowman with its branches in a flex-like position.

Between them all, two snowmen with scarves- one blue and one red, sat side by side. Their little branches were twined together like they were high fiving, though to some it looked like they were holding hands.

Langa smiled around his mug of cocoa, warmed by a burning fire as Shadow and Reki duked it out in Uno, losing again and again to Joe to a point where they were convinced he was cheating. Miya was sound asleep, leaning into Cherry’s own sleeping form on the comfortable couch just behind the group.

‘Hey dad.’ He thought to himself, smiling out the window. ‘This turned out to be a great snow day. Thanks for visiting.’

Thanks for reading!

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #non tickle #fluff with a tiny dash of angst #snow days #snowball fights #tw: mentions of grief #implied matchablossom #implied renga #they deserve to be happy folks #snowball fight turned tickle fight #but it's mostly just the dorks being dorks #They are one big ol' family y'all

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝔂 3: 𝓒𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼

Miya my son my baby my child

This made me so soft oh my god I need me a shadow so bad 😭😭

Tags: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss (THANK YOU FOR THE INSPIRSTION)

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

Miya had to admit, hanging out with his friends was his favorite part of the week. The meetings were never planned, more-so just an impromptu event that took place. Today’s particular celebration was about Langa’s slow-rising report card grade! So, as they usually do, they gathered at Joe and Cherry’s place and celebrated till the cows came home.

The hustle and bustle of the celebration was immaculate, and poor Miya was positively exhausted.

At least, he should have been.

Instead, the poor kid was staring bug-eyed at the ceiling from his position on the couch.

He tossed and turned, overstimulated by the noises in the (should be quiet) room. Reki was snoring rather raucously, Cherry and Joe were engrossed in a gentle conversation, which didn’t much bother him, but it still added to the sound; not to mention the damned ceiling fan that squeaked every six seconds— oh yes, he counted.

The boy sighed and rubbed his burning eyes, subsequently covering his ears with his pillow and turning over on his side. His whole body felt ungodly heavy, and it almost hurt to breathe. He needed to sleep now.

Miya grimaced in exasperation, ready to make a pleaded announcement, until he felt a gentle brush of a hand along his forehead.

The young skater opened his bleary eyes and was met by the patient smile of Hiromi. The orange-haired male only mouthed something to him, since the boy was too tired to comprehend the noise that emitted. Whatever Hiromi offered was probably better than being where he was now, so he nodded, oblivious to whatever was said.

Hiromi wordlessly scooped the exhausted boy into his arms, letting his little head rest atop his shoulder. Miya wasn’t sure what the tall man had said, but he felt the rumble of speech beneath his torso. Soon enough, Shadow was leading them both down a secluded hallway.

When Miya saw the spare bedroom, he swore he could’ve cried in relief. He did sigh heavily, however, when he was carefully laid flat on his stomach. Hiromi exhaled fondly and sat next to the young skateboarder, gently tracing shapes up and down his back.

Miya’s shoulders gently heaved as breathy giggles filled the room. As the orange-haired male’s fingers neared the boy’s sides and neck, he would flinch a little.

“Everything okay, little buddy?” A whispered check-in filled the room.

“Y-Yehehes. Tihihihickles.” Miya hummed, unmoving.

Shadow’s lips screwed into a pouty smile as his brows furrowed. ‘So precious…’ he thought. He gently raked his blunt nails up and down Miya’s back, scribbling little patterns into it.

“S-Shahahadow—ehehehe— tihihihickles.” Miya’s giggles grew in volume, but no attempt to block the ticklish feeling was made.

“Shhhh, just relax; I know you’re exhausted.“ Hiromi cooed in a whispered reply, letting his fingers drag up to Miya’s neck.

The boy squealed and shrugged his shoulders. Hiromi chuckled a bit and stopped what he was doing, opting to lay down on the bed himself.

A sudden, gentle weight was pressed against his chest. The scent of strawberries filled his nostrils as black hairs tickled his nose. Hiromi opened his eyes to see that Miya had settled down atop of his torso, and had laid his head over the bulky skater’s heart. “Keep going… please?”

Hiromi smiled with a pout once more, continuing to trace the boy’s back and causing little giggles to slip out.

“Thahahanks.” The little guy was curling in on himself occasionally, causing the larger skater to stop every so often. “Nohohoho, ihihihits okahahahay. Feheheels gohohohood.”

Hiromi cradled the boy’s head and drew gentle circles on his back, hoping to gently lull the boy to sleep.

Shadow got his wish after ten minutes, for little Miya fell asleep silently with a big smile on his face.

🎃————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎————🎃

#t content #augtickletober2023 #sk8 #skate the infinity #sk8 the infinity #Miya #Miya Chinen #shadow sk8 #sk8 shadow #hiromi higa #Miya sk8 #sk8 Miya #sk8 the infinity tickle #sk8 tickle #lee!miya #ler!shadow #ticklish!miya

[heartsywritesthethings]

day 2 - "accidental"

Submitted by GA!anon

The first time was an accident. Truly. Reki had only been trying to help Langa get better footing on his board and placed both of his hands on Langa’s sides to keep him stable. 

And he felt his friend tense up in a way that he was all too familiar with. 

Being outrageously ticklish himself, Reki knew the tell-tale signs of someone who knows just how much danger they’re in if they let out so much as a squeak. 

The second time, Reki felt like he was trying a tad bit too hard to make it seem like an accident. They were hanging out with Joe, Cherry, Shadow, and Miya, all of them sitting around and eating before their big race. Cherry and Joe were arguing as per usual and Reki wanted to get Langa’s attention to get him to focus on a cool new skateboard trick he’d found online. So he poked his friend in the side and watched Langa jump almost a mile into the sky and choke on his half-eaten sandwich. It all very quickly dissolved into chaos as everyone in the group just watched Langa sputter and gasp for air without really knowing the cause of it. 

And Reki definitely noticed just how red Langa’s pale face had gotten too. 

And now…now he was alone with Langa in the middle of the store as they waited for their manager to return and give them a break to go to S. It was just the two of them on the most boring Saturday that Reki had ever experienced. They’d already tried listening to music, watching videos, but nothing  was…well, stimulating enough. And Reki just kept staring at Langa, knowing exactly how to entertain himself, but not sure how to begin. 

“Hey, Langa,” Reki started, trying to force himself to sound casual. He even leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. Super casually. 

“Reki,” Langa responded, not even looking up from his phone. 

“We’ve been friends a while, right?” Reki continued and pulled out his phone as if he too were looking at something far more important. 

“Yes,” Came Langa’s neutral response. 

“But we don’t really know a whole lot about each other aside from skating,” Reki sighed. “But there is a game that we could play to learn more about each other,”

Langa looked up from his phone finally and raised an eyebrow, obviously interested at this point. 

“It’s twenty questions. You have to answer yes or no and you have to tell the truth,” Reki demanded and leaned in closer to Langa excitedly. The Canadian, looking as unpreterbed as usual, just shrugged. 

“Do I get to ask you questions too?” Langa asked, tilting his head to the side in an annoyingly cute way. Reiki thought about it for a moment and nodded. 

“Yeah, sure, why not.” He said dismissively. “Okay, I go first. Um…” 

Can’t start off too strong.

“Do you wish your skateboard was another color?” Reki asked. 

“No. Are you bored, Reki?” Langa asked. Again, something about Langa saying his name sent a shock of electricity down Reki’s spine that he had to willfully ignore. 

“Yeah, duh. Do you have a favorite memory of moving here?” 

A smile tugged on the edges of Langa’s lips. 

“Yes. Are you good at keeping secrets?” Langa asked. Reki did actually have to think about that one. Of course, he wanted to immediately say yes, but sometimes…well, the only person he would ever tell would be Langa. 

“Yeah, I would say so,” Reki shifted a little, “Are you ticklish?”

The smile got a little strained on Langa’s face and his friend suddenly was very interested in his own ratty sneakers. 

“Is there another game that we can play? Maybe we can watch more trick videos,” Langa said evasively. 

Now, Reki watches cartoons and right now he felt as if two devilish cartoon horns forming on the top of his head. This was an in. 

“We were playing a game! Just answer the question!” Reki insisted and moved closer to his friend. Langa crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the floor with more intensity. Reki ducked down and tried to catch his friend’s gaze. 

“Are you ticklish, Langa?” Reki asked, a teasing sing-song added to his voice. Langa’s lips pressed together. 

“Can I skip that question?” Langa grumbled. Reki smirked. 

“Sure,” He shrugged, “Where are you the most ticklish?” 

“Reki.”

“It’s a simple question, Langa,”

“I already told you that I don’t want to play this–” 

It was already too late. Reki lunged and grappled with his friend for only a moment before they were both on the hard floor of the skating store and Reki’s fingers wriggled over Langa’s sides. Langa tensed at first, his big blue eyes going wide, and then he dissolved into just the cutest fit of giggles that Reki had ever seen. Immediately, Langa curled up in on himself, trying weakly to bat away at Reki’s hands as he giggled away. 

“You should have answered the question Langa!” Reki laughed along with him. Those pesky hands fighting back were making it hard for him to target any spot in particular. That was tad annoying, but it was definitely fun trying to evade them as well. Instead of wiggling his fingers, he shifted gears into just poking randomly at different spots on Langa’s upper body to see what got the best reaction out of him. 

“Reheheheki!” Langa giggled and squeaked as a few key pokes found spots on his ribs that made him twitch. 

“And since you’re skipping out on answering my least question…where’s your most ticklish spot?” Reki said smugly as he continued to poke around Langa’s upper ribs. He wanted more squeaks, that was for sure. “Is it around here?” 

“Nohohoho!” Langa squeaked as Reki’s prodding fingers poked around his ribs some more. 

“No as in ‘please don’t tickle me there’ or ‘that’s not my most ticklish spot’?” Reki teased. He shifted gears again, this time making his hands into claws and digging around Langa’s sides and stomach since he couldn’t get good purchase around the rib area. That would have to wait for another time. Maybe if he told Shadow and some of the other older (and stronger) people in his group, he could get some help in taking Langa down. 

The claws seemed to be doing the trick though as laughter poured out of Langa’s mouth with abandon. His whole body went limp, his face scrunched up with laughter, and his nose doing just the cutest little thing as it crinkled up. 

“Cute,” Reki muttered, mostly to himself. He turned back and noticed how Langa’s legs were kicking out as he continued to tickle him. Interesting. 

“Hey, I think I may have a plan to find your most–” Reki started, leaning back and placing a hand on Langa’s leg to try and shift himself around. 

In the blink of an eye, the tables were turned. Langa had not only shoved Reki off of him, but had also pinned him to the ground. This time though, Reki was on his stomach and Langa sat comfortably on his legs, granting him zero protection. 

“Hey wait–” Reki squeaked. 

“Reki, are you ticklish?” Langa asked innocently. “Yes or no,”

  To....be.....continued....... 

#submission #tickle fic #ga!anon #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki kyan #langa hasewaga

[intheticklecloset]

tickle monster with lee!reki and ler!langa? 😁

TickleTober Day #20: Tickle Monster

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“Eheheheheheeek! Lahahahanga, leheheheheave me alohohohohone!” Reki squealed, giggling and squirming as Langa squeezed his sides and nibbled his belly in tandem, having slipped under his hoodie to get to the bare skin. The redhead was losing his mind, struggling to get his arms free from where Langa had used the sleeves of said hoodie to tie them behind him just a minute before.

“Nom-nom-nom,” Langa teased as he nibbled, grinning at the pure belly laughter it pulled from his friend. “The tickle monster is hungry for your belly!”

Reki fell back on the ground, laughing even harder at that. “Nahahahahaha! Dohohohon’t tehehehehease me like thahahahahat!”

“But it’s working so beautifully,” Langa replied, blowing a raspberry this time, relishing the shriek Reki let fly. “Grrr! I want more! Laugh more for me, Reki!”

The redhead cursed, laughter going silent while his face blushed strawberry red. “Thihihihis is chihihihihildish! Lahahahahahanga!”

“Maybe, but you’re loving it, aren’t you?”

“Nohohohohoho!”

“No?” Langa hummed, nibbling the space between his belly button and hips. “But you’re laughing so much, and you haven’t actually asked me to stop yet~”

“Shuhuhuhuhut up, you bihihihihig jeheheheherk!” Reki cried, then shrieked again when another raspberry assaulted his nerves. “Plehehehehehease! I cahahahahan’t even fihihihihight bahahahahack!”

Langa chuckled, clawing at his ribs now, nibbling his sides. “Exactly.”

Reki squirmed and struggled, his arms only seeming to get more trapped with every second. He tried bucking his hips, kicking, anything – none of it deterred his friend, who was determinedly “munching” away on his torso, making him lose all thought processes except how badly this freaking tickled.

“Ahahahahaaaa noooooo!” Reki screamed suddenly, jerking his head up to look at Langa desperately, loving and hating the wicked smirk he saw on his friend’s features. “Nohohohot there! Plehehehehease!”

“Not here?” Langa teased, knowing exactly what he was doing when he slipped a finger into Reki’s belly button and wiggled. “Not riiiiight here?”

“LAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANGA!!!”

Langa beamed and kept it up, kept playing the tickle monster until Reki laughed so hard he couldn’t even speak. The Canadian loved watching the redhead come apart like that; it did something to his heart he wasn’t sure he could describe. All he knew was that he wanted more of it, and Reki wouldn’t be safe from him for a long time…

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #tickletober 2022 #sk8 the infinity #reki #langa #renga #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[rachi-roo]

RACH RACH RACH RACH I AM ON MY KNEES HUMBLY REQUESTING SOME MIYA CHINEN CONTENT.

I am such a sucker for Miya comfort fics w Joe and Cherry and I am begging you my liege to feed into this. 🛐🛐

I have no thoughts, and no ideas, I just kin tf out of Miya, and wish Joe and cherry were my dads😭

THIS IS ABOUT AS CLEAR AS MUD, BUT I AM SO WILLING TO SCREAM AT YOU IN DMS IF I HAVE TO

ANYTHING FOR YOU DUCK-DUCK!!! 🦆🩵 You need not beg my dearest 😌 My children will never go hungry 🫴🥞

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SK8 The Infinity: So tense!

I'm only up to episode 6 myself!!! So go off whatevers happened till then XD

Summary: Tiggle fic! Miya seems a little irritated when he drops into Joe's restaurant out of the blue one evening, finding he and Cherry chilling together. The older men know something is up and know just how to fix the problem.

Lee Miya, Lers Joe and Cherry B.

Tw: None

14/02/23

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It was closing time at the popular Italian restaurant, Sia La Luce, run by Kojiro, or Joe for those who know.

The tall gent was just talking with his pink-haired friend as he wiped down the bar counter when he heard the door open. He could have sworn he switched the sign to closed.

"Hey, sorry buddy we're- Oh! Hey kid." He was surprised to see a small Miya standing in the doorway, in his school uniform. Cherry looked over, sipping his drink. "What are you doing out on a school night, Miya?" He asked.

The boy shrugged, walking over and sitting at the bar beside Cherry. "I didn't feel like going home yet." He sighed, putting his book bag on the counter, staring gloomily at his lap.

Cherry and Joe looked at each other, both unsure what the problem was. The green-haired hunk stepped opposite the boy, smiling sympathetically. "Bad day at school?" He asked, wiping his hands with a flannel before fetching a juice box from the fridge behind the bar.

"Ugh... Bad week." The kid shook his head, taking the juice box and sipping the cool drink.

"Would you like to talk about it? We don't mind listening." Cherry smiled, crossing his legs as he turned to face the boy. Miya looked at the two of them pouting before opening his book bag and taking out a test paper. The numbers 28/70 written in he top corner.

"I messed up. Big time. How could I do so bad on a stupid math test?!" He curled in on himself as Cherry took the paper, looking at all the red circles and writing, pointing out all the mistakes.

"I see. You know these tests don't define your future, right?" He explained, handing Joe the paper. "One bad result doesn't mean complete failure."

Joe nodded in agreement. "Yup. I had countless failed papers growing up."

"Well that's obvious, damn gorilla."

"Shut it four-eyes. Its true though, these tests aren't the end if you mess up."

Miya hummed, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. "But-"

"What's eleven times three?" Cherry interrupted with a smile.

Miya raised a brow, confusedby the sudden pop quiz. "Thirty-three."

"Mhm. And fifty-four divided by two?"

"Twenty-seven? What's your point?"

"My point is, you're clearly not a stupid child, Miya. You're very clever. You just weren't performing at your fullest during this test, the circumstances just weren't right." Cherry smiled, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Miya asked, tilting his head. Joe crept around behind him, leaning over his shoulder with a smirk.

"Pinky-pie here is saying you were just too tense." He chuckled, starting to poke at Miya's sides. The boy squeaked in shock, arching his back away from the tickly sensations as he quickly set down his drink, so he didn't spill it everywhere.

"Hehey! Dohon't do that!" He wriggled out of his seat, hugging himself as he glared at Joe. "No! No tickling!" He pointed sternly, unable to hide the teasing smile on his lips.

Cherry smirked at Joe, standing from his seat. "I think he needs some physical therapy. Don't you?"

"I absolutely agree." Joe grinned, starting to creep towards Miya in a playful manner, wriggling his fingers towards the boy as he started backing away, already giggling nervously.

"H-Hang on a moment! I don't think- You don't have to- AH!" He turned on his heels, dashing around the restaurant as Joe lunged for him, Cherry also making a grab for him.

"Noho! Nonono! Get away!" Miya giggled, standing one side of a table with the other two blocking both his exits. He anxiously held his hands to his chin, shuffling on the spot as he grinned uncontrollably. "Plehease! You bullies!"

"Bullies?" Joe grinned. "I thought I was your daddy? Hey? Remember that?" He teased, opening his arms wide. "Now c'mere and give your ol pops a hug." He chuckled.

"No! You're gonna tickle me!"

"Well of course." Cherry smiled, gracefully vaulting over the table all of a sudden, making Miya rush in Joe's direction in a panic. The large man stuck out an arm, wrapping it around Miyas tummy, lifting the small thing off the ground with ease. Holding him with one arm as he wriggled for his freedom.

"Put me dohown! Y-You're so- Kyahaha!" He squealed as he felt Joe's large fingers start to shake into his tummy, his legs flailing helplessly.

"See son? You just need to loosen up a little." He jeered, shifting his arm slightly, allowing Cherry access to the ticklish boys waist.

"You know, laughter is very good for you. It helps regulate your emotions. So, if we do this more often, your tests will seem much easier." Cherry spoke softly, starting to pinch just above the boys knees, making him shudder and cackle in response.

"Noho! N-Not my knehehees! Ehehehe!" His laughter was bright and bubbly, his cheeks and ears heating up to a warm pink as he giggled.

"Kichi, kichi, kooo~ Oh he is very ticklish isn't he?" Joe teased, moving his arm up around Miya's chest, slipping a hand under his arm and tickling there, his free hand coming to tickle his ribs, gently pressing his knuckles into the small frame.

"Eeeeehehehe! Stohop!" Miya grabbed onto Joe's arm, just dangling from his hold, completely vulnerable to the tickly attacks like a kitten stuck in a tree.

Cherry smirked, seeing that the boy's uniform had rolled up with Joe's arm. "Hey, watch this." He smiled holding onto Miya's hips before blowing a raspberry on his soft little tummy.

Miya threw his head back, laughing loudly as his legs kicked. "Kyahahahaaaa! Ehehe! N-Not thahat! Not- Eeeehahaha!"

Joe grinned. "Awww, yes our son is very ticklish. We could just keep him stuck here forever!" Joe chuckled, petting the giggly boy's hair.

"Nohoho! Gehehehe!"

"He sure is. I wonder if these are tickly too?" Cherry mused, swiftly removing Miya's shoes, holding the boy's socked feet in a headlock as he started to lightly scribble on the boy's soles.

"Not my feheheet! No! Nyahahaha! Ehehehe! H-Hehelp!"

"Aww, those are some lovely socks you've got. Joe, they've got little cat paws on the bottom." Cherry chuckled, tracing the 'paw pads' on the boy's socks, smiling as he watched the little toes scrunch and curl inside.

"They do? Aww, I gotta get me a pair of those." Joe nodded, skittering his free fingers in and around Miya's ear, the boy squealing as he tried to bat his hand away.

"Plehehase! Ehe! I-I can't-!"

The small boy soon started to sound tired. His giggling grew breathy. Joe and Cherry decided he'd had enough and ceased their attack. Joe carried the limp noodle boy back to the bar as he giggled, sitting him on the stool and pushing the unfinished drink towards his hands.

"Are you alright?" Cherry soothed, rubbing Miya's back softly. He huffed, panting slightly as he sipped the drink. "I'm... hah... I'm better now..." He blushed slightly, embarrassed to admit he did enjoy it.

"Thank you, dad's." He giggled, beaming up at the two men, who both chuckled in return, each putting an arm around the boy, hugging him affectionately.

"Not a problem, kiddo. Anything you need help with, we got you." Joe smiled, petting his hair. Cherry nodded. "Right. You're our honorary son now."

Miya smiled, closing his eyes for a moment, just enjoying their embrace. He liked having two extra dads. They were the best. And hopefully, they'd be helping him out like this again soon.

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 joe #sk8 cherry #sk8 miya #sk8 tickles #sk8 tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

[stopiteatpopcorn]

Christmas with the skater boys

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Fandom: SK8 The Infinity

Characters: Lee!Reki, Ler!Langa

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, 

YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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It was a dark cold night, snow was falling all around the houses and skate park. A particular blue and red duo were all huddled up in warm blankets, mugs filled with hot chocolate and a random Christmas movie playing on the tv. So far all was calm in the Hasegawa household, but occasionally the sound of quiet snickers could be heard from Reki, as he replayed a video on his phone over and over again. Langa glared at him with a playfully annoyed look and poked him in the side, to which the redhead responded with a jolt and dropped the device. 

“Reki- What’s so funny that you just have to interrupt the movie with it?” 

“Ihit’s nothing! You don’t need to worry about it!”

“Well whatever it is, you should put it down and focus on what we’re watching.” 

He said, accompanied by another few pokes to his friends side again.

“Hehey- Okahahay I’m puhutting it dohown!” 

“Thank you.”

And once again the room was silent…..Except the sound of the video playing again. Fine. If Reki wanted to laugh then Langa would give him a better reason to. He slowly and quietly crawled over before grabbing Rekis leg and scribbling under his trapped knee with his free hand. 

“EEEP- Lahahanga whahat the heheheck?! Lehehet gohoho!” Reki squealed out, trying to kick him away or free himself, but he was stuck. 

“What do you mean? I’m not doing anything- Could you maybe keep it down though- I mean I get the movie is funny- but I’m trying to watch it too!” Langa smirked, continuing the light scribbles although his eyes were still focused on the TV, as if to sell his façade. 

“Lahahanga I meahehehean it!” Reki held his hands over his mouth to try muffle his laughter, only for that to fail when Langas hands crawled up to his sides again. “EheheHEHE NahAHa Dohon’t!” Eventually Langa had enough pretending and just pounced, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face anymore. 

“Well then tell me what the video was and why it’s so funny? You clearly wanna laugh so I’m just giving you a better reason!” Langa mentioned, genuinely wanting to get an answer but still having fun turning Reki into a giggly mess. He decided to switch to his tummy as if to emphasize his point, which drove the boy up a wall.

“Ihehehehe-I-AHAHA FIHIHINE- IT WAHAHAS A VIHIDEO OF YOU FAHAHALLING WHEHEN YOU TRIED TO SKAHAHAHATE OHOHON THE IHIHICE! NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAHA-!” Suddenly Langa froze for a moment, to Rekis relief. But the feeling was short lived as Langa looked up with a face one could only describe as “utterly terrifying”. Reki decided his best option was to run, so he did, quickly followed by Langa of course.

“DELETE THAT!” 

“NEVER!! YOU’LL HAVE TO PRY IT FROM MY COLD HANDS!”

“FINE YOU ASKED FOR IT!”

And suddenly the house was filled with laughter once more. Maybe that video wasn’t that important or bad but who cares- to be honest, Langa doesn’t really mind it but he might as well have fun with this while it lasts. He was glad he could spend Christmas together with Reki and it were times like these that really stuck. Suddenly feeling so carefree and being more open and lively. Maybe it was just Rekis personality rubbing off on him, but every moment with him felt special. He didn’t know what he was getting into at the beginning of all this, but he knows one thing. He was happy he met Reki and the sk8 gang and he hoped the next year would be even better than the last. 

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A/N: HIHI IT”S RANDO HERE AGAIN COMING OUTTA HIS CAVE FOR SQUEALING SANTA 2022!! @artymiswritesfics I was your Secret squealing Santa this year!! I hope you enjoy reading this cause I definitely enjoyed writing it too!! Merry Christmas to you and anyone else reading this and I hope all your Christmas wishes come true!!  

EDIT: I KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING- @squealing-santa THIS WAS SUCH A FUN EVENT AND I WILL DEF BE PARTICIPATING NEXT YEAR!! IT’S BOTH GOOD MOTIVATION TO CONTINUE WRITING AS WELL AS THE FACT IT’S JUST NICE TO WRITE FOR SOMEONE AS A SURPRISE >:D AND THANK YOU @hypahticklish FOR HOSTING :D

#ss2k22 #squealing santa 2k22 #lee!reki #ler!langa #sk8 the infinity tickles #sk8 tickles #tickle fic #Rando writes #AHHHH THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN

[dokidoki-muffin]

I had quite a few different asks for Sk8 in my inbox, so I tried to combine more characters into this one 🤭✨ Don't ask me, but whenever I see a bratty squirt like Miya, my brain keeps yelling one single thing: Wreck that little shit!!! 😆🔥😈

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #reki #langa #miya #tickling #art

[writingwitharlo]

Convincing Lie

a/n: my first sk8 fic, not much tickling but i think it's sweet

03. “I thought you weren’t ticklish.” with Langa discovering Reki has been lying aboout his ticklishness??

Tickle Trope Prompts

(Sk8 The Infinity; Reki, Langa, Cherry, Joe, Miya)

1465 words

“Joe, leave me alone.”

“Oh, what’s the matter, Cherry, hm? I thought you liked me being all over you.” “I never said that! Now get your grubby hands away before I break your fingers.”

“Sounds to me like you just don’t want the rest to see how cute you look when I tickle you.”

The gang had gathered at the skatepark. At first only occupied by Reki and Langa, like on most of their free days, Miya had spotted them in passing and only stopped to tell them how much they sucked and perfectly demonstrated the new trick they were trying to learn. Shadow had been out, delivering an order of bouquets and only wanted to say hi, but by the time Joe and Cherry wandered past, it didn’t seem like he would be getting back to work any time soon.

The typical bickering between the two friends went mostly ignored, as it usually only involved the two of them. But, to Cherry’s dismay, right at this moment, their interest suddenly piqued.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” Cherry muttered sarcastically, eyes flickering over to the others briefly. “You know, if your hands really need to draw out some giggles, why not go with someone who’ll make the job easy for you?”

Joe’s head tilted to the side, much like an interested puppy before following his gaze.

“Like Reki.”

“Huh?” Reki looked up from his phone, not expecting to get dragged into the conversation. “Oh, don’t bother. I’m not ticklish.”

A stunned surprise washed over the gang. Perhaps because it was hard to imagine that Reki, the most cheery, bubbly and upbeat out of the lot, was not ticklish. Or it was with what cool confidence he uttered the words that it was hard not to take it as a hard fact.

Reki noticed how tension was building in the silence and knew he’d have to redirect it if he wanted to avoid any questioning. “Let Miya take my place. You’ll have much more fun.”

“What?!” The youngest was quick to get to his feet but didn’t get very far before an unnecessarily strong arm grabbed hold of him. “Let go, you stinking ape- NOoo!”

The way Miya was screaming, one would suspect he was being murdered. Reki was just relieved that nobody had been able to hear his racing heart or had noticed his sweaty palms.

By the time the sun was coming down closer to the horizon, painting the park into a warm, orange glow, the group was back to only two. Langa sat on one of the curb boxes where they had dumped their belongings, sipping at his water as he watched Reki still working on that trick Miya had shown them.

“Ugh, this is impossible. I hate that little rat,” he eventually muttered after landing on his ass again and trudged over to slump down next to Langa.

“You’ll figure it out. You always do.” Langa patted his friend’s shoulder in reassurance before handing him the other water bottle.

Reki huffed as if to disagree with his words but knew that Langa was right. He downed about half of the bottle, not even realising how thirsty he’d been until the water was washing down his dry throat.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they gazed over the glistening water in the distance, each occupied with their own thoughts for a moment. Langa looked over at Reki, mouth opening as if about to ask a questioning but paused. His eyes caught a glint of something by the collar of Reki’s shirt. The redhead noticed the other’s hand coming up but didn’t think much of it, almost expecting another pat before hearing Langa mutter ‘Don’t move’.

“Whyy?” Reki asked wearily, his body tensing somewhat. Without warning, there was a sensation against the side of his neck. A mixture between a tiny feather and a bug crawling over his skin. “Hehey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Goosebumps shot up on Reki’s arms and he jerked away with an indignant squawk, a hand coming up to rub against the assaulted area. Wide-eyed and confused, he looked over at Langa whose hand was still raised, his thumb and index finger pinched together. That’s when he saw it. A single, glowing red hair, standing almost upright but swaying gently in the breeze.

“Oh, thank god.” Reki let out an audible breath of relief, visibly relaxing. “Jesus, that tickled so bad-” He noticed his mistake too late.

“I thought you weren't ticklish.” It wasn’t a question, but Langa’s words also didn’t hold the tone of mischief or malice he had expected. It sounded more like fond amusement.

Reki dared to glance over at him and Langa was only looking at him curiously. 

“I'm n-not…?” It was no use. “Okay, fine. Yes! I’m ticklish, okay? I lied. Happy?”

Langa just shrugged, finally releasing the hair he had been holding to the wind. “I would have lied too. Joe seems ruthless.”

Reki blinked. Out of all the answers, he had been expecting that one the least. But then again, Langa had never taken any opportunity to seriously tease him, even when it was just the two of them. 

“Wait-... So, you’re ticklish too?”

Langa looked at him, brows creasing slightly. “Isn’t everyone? To some degree, at least?”

Reki thought about it, running a hand through his hair. “I-I suppose. Maybe you’re right.” He still couldn’t quite believe it. “But you’re so stoic and serious most of the time!”

Langa looked confused. “Does that mean I can’t be ticklish?”

“No, I mean- I don’t know, it’s just hard to imagine.”

“Well, by your logic, nobody should have believed your lie then either.”

Reki felt a rush of heat crawling up the back of his neck. “But they did!”

“They did. You did sound very convincing.”

Reki grinned. “Thanks.” 

Langa shook his head with a smile, picking at the bandage around his finger. “So, is your neck your worst spot then, or was that a mild reaction?”

“Langa!” Reki gave his shoulder a shove, only to bring his hand back lower where he could poke at the other’s ribs. “Are you planning on telling me what your worst spot is?”

Langa reacted instantly. He jerked with a surprised yelp, twisting his torso to catch Reki’s hand, his laugh following without hesitation. “No, I’m not.”

The sound of Langa’s laugh took Reki by surprise. Not that he hadn’t heard him laugh before. He already knew Langa had a nice laugh, even if it was rare. There was just something different about knowing that he had caused it. Not by telling a joke or saying something funny, but by a couple simple touches. And now Langa was holding onto his hand so securely, it was hard to think about anything other than how to extend this moment. Or at least not have this one be the only of its kind.

Langa, completely oblivious to Reki’s inner turmoil, didn’t hesitate to make an executive decision. His other hand darted forward, gripping onto Reki’s knee and squeezing with vigorous intent. 

“Wait, wait, no- Ah! Langa! Get off!” Reki was brought back to the present in an instant, crumbling under the rapid waves of electricity that fired through his nerves and up his leg. He tried to fight back but Langa's surprise attack left him too uncoordinated to even think straight. All he could do was throw his head back as the frantic laughter took over.

Only when Langa looked up from his very focused task after what felt like an eternity to Reki (but in reality had not been more than 20 seconds), was it Langa’s turn to freeze up.

The sight of Reki’s beaming face, cheeks tinted rosy with a blush and grin so big, it was hard to make out if his eyes were even still open.

Not that Langa hadn’t seen him laugh like this before, full-bodied and teary-eyed. There was just something different about knowing that he had caused it. Not by being clueless or unintentionally saying something funny, but one simple touch. And now Reki was gripping onto his shirt so securely, it was hard to think about anything other than how to ensure, this wouldn’t be the last time.

Reki seemed to find the coordination to fight back during Langa’s moment of distraction. The two boys grappled at each other for another moment or so, neither wanting to become the defeated party before finally calling a truce.

“You’re not gonna call me out if I’m forced to lie again, are you?”

Langa raised his hand, holding out his pinkie which received an eye roll from Reki. “Only if you won’t call me out either.”

“Fine, but don’t think I won’t take advantage of such delicate information.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

#tickle fic #tickling #sk8 the infinity #sk8 the infinity tickle fic #ticklish!reki #ticklish!langa #ticklish!miya #ticklish!cherry #sk8 tickling #sk8 tickle fic

[kusuguricafe]

Cloud 9 - Squealing Santa 2K22

A/N: Surprise surprise, @writingwitharlo! I'm your squealing santa this year!! I hope you're having a very happy holiday season and enjoy your gift ❤️💙

I was listening to my renga playlist as I was writing this and the second I finished, the palm tree song started playing. There truly couldn't have been better comedic timing.

Summary: Langa takes Reki on a snowboarding trip! After a long day of teaching Reki the slopes (like, ropes? get it?), the two go back to their log cabin to unwind. Reki's a little upset he's not getting the hang of it as quickly as when he taught Langa how to skateboard, but Langa finds a way to cheer him up!

Semi-inspired by this adorable renga comic

Word Count: ~1.2K

Characters: lee!Langa, ler!Reki ❄️⚙️

“Argh! Itatataa…”

“Reki! Daijoubu??”

“Yeah…”

“Yokatta… I think that’s enough for today. Want to go back to the cabin? I can make you some hot chocolate.”

“Sure. Thanks, Langa.”

Langa offered his hand and Reki cautiously took it, doing his best to stabilize himself as he attempted to stand back up. It’s so much easier to get up after wiping out on a skateboard—the damn thing isn’t stuck on your feet! He almost made it up, when the snowboard suddenly slipped out from under him, dragging them both back down. Langa landed firmly on top of Reki, knocking the wind out of the latter.

Langa chuckled and rolled off of Reki onto the packed snow. Reki didn’t move for a minute or so, still trying to catch his breath.

“S-sorry…” Reki managed to say.

“Don’t worry about it. You clearly got the rough end of that fall. Here, lemme help you take that off.”

Langa sat up and crawled over to Reki’s feet and removed the snowboard. Langa offered his hand once more and Reki reluctantly took it, avoiding eye contact.

“C’mon, let’s head back. I’ll carry this for you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

Langa held the snowboard under his left arm and grabbed Reki’s left hand with his right. Reki was looking down at the snow, dejectedly. Langa gently pulled him along, back towards the cabin.

Once they arrived, Reki plopped himself down onto the couch and began taking off some of his heavier winter gear. Langa put the snowboard down, took off his boots and his jacket. Then, he went straight to the kitchen and started making some hot chocolate for Reki, just how he likes it.

After it was done, he went back to the living room to see a moping Reki. He sighed to himself, then walked over and placed the cute snowman mug full of hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of him.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.”

Langa took a seat across from him. The two sat in silence for a couple minutes, Reki occasionally taking a sip.

“You did a great job out there,” Langa broke the silence. “Much improved from yesterday.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did! You only wiped out like twenty times instead of thirty!”

“I don’t need your sympathy. I know I suck.”

Langa paused. He never really knew what to do when Reki got like this.

“You don’t suck.”

“I do.”

“You really don—”

“Just drop it, okay? I don’t want to hear it.” Reki finally looked up just in time to see Langa’s countenance change from encouraging to mildly hurt. Oops.

“O-oh, I mean, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine. I get it.”

Now it was Reki’s turn to panic. Overwhelmed with emotion, he stood up and said, “I. Just give me a minute. I’m gonna go change.”

“Okay.”

Reki went to leave, came to a halt about halfway to the bedroom, turned back around, and went back to pick up his hot chocolate. Langa saw the mug disappear out of the corner of his eye. He smiled.

A few minutes later, Langa knocked on the bedroom door.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Langa gingerly entered the bedroom. He saw Reki sitting on the bed in sweats, scrolling on his phone. Langa walked over and sat down next to him. Reki glanced in his direction, but that was all.

Langa started again, “You know, learning to skateboard after already knowing how to snowboard is like learning to drive a car after already knowing how to drive a semi truck. This is much more difficult.”

“Really?” Reki looked up from his phone in Langa’s direction.

“Yeah. Turning a snowboard requires very specific muscle control. It’s not intuitive at all.”

“That makes sense. I just thought I’d be able to get the hang of it faster. I guess it’s a lot harder than I thought.”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Langa said, gently nudging Reki’s side with his elbow.

“EEK!” Reki squeaked, dropping his phone onto the bed.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Did I hit a bruise or something?”

“N-no, s’not that.” Reki looked away again.

“Hey! Stop doing that. I want to see your pretty eyes.” Langa grabbed Reki’s chin and pulled it towards him. Said pretty eyes widened in surprise.

“So what’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Reki pouted.

Langa laughed. “You’re adorable, you know. Even when you’re repeatedly face planting in the snow.”

“L-Langa!”

“I’ve been so much happier after meeting you. You’re just the light I needed in my life.” Langa continued, still squishing Reki’s now bright red cheeks in his hand.

“Hah? Where is this coming from??”

“Just thinking out loud. Being around you is like having a little sun in my pocket. You’re so important to me. I, I lov—”

“STOP! P-please stop, I can’t take this,” Reki covered his eyes with his forearm.

“What did I just say about hiding your beautiful amber eyes from me!?”

Reki lowered his arm and began frantically looking around anywhere but Langa’s gaze. “I’m sorry!! I’m sorry, you were just looking at me so, so…!”

Langa interrupted him with a chaste kiss. He let go of his cheeks.

Reki gaped at him. Reki.exe has stopped working.

“Reki? Reki??” Langa waved his hand in front of Reki’s face. No reaction. He shook his shoulders gently. Reki blinked, closed his mouth, and shook his head.

“Wha… did you… did you just…?”

“Y-yeah, I hope that was okahAHAHAHAY!!”

Reki suddenly pounced, digging his fingers into Langa’s sides.

“Ahahahahaha! Reheheheki!! Whyhyhy!?”

Reki was blushing like mad. “You can’t just do that out of nowhere!!”

“Wh-why are you—AHAhahahaha nohohooo!”

Reki was digging into Langa’s tummy now. He quickly realized this was not helping his blush go down. Since when was Langa this ticklish?

“R-Reheheki! Pleheheeease wHA *snort* HAHAHA *snort* NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

Reki had begun drilling his thumbs into Langa’s hip bones.

“I-I’ve never heard you snort before!”

“Shuhuhut AHAha uhUHUP! S-stahahahahap!” Langa was blushing now, too.

“Where else are you ticklish? Here?” Reki squeezed the tops of Langa’s thighs experimentally.

“OHO MY GOHOHOHOD! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOO! NonONONO NOT THAHAAAAA!!”

Langa practically screeched as Reki reached the spot right above his knees. Reki reddened impossibly deeper at that. He let up.

“A-are you alright?”

“Yeheheeyeaha. Th-that’s just a really bad spot.”

“Are there worse!?”

Langa covered his face with his hands.

“There are??”

“Mahaybe…”

Seizing the opportunity, Reki reached up into Langa’s underarms.

“AAAAAAAAAHHAHAHA WAITWAITWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!!”

“No way, did I actually find it?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!! REHEHEKI PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Langa screamed, yanking his arms back down in an attempt to protect himself. This, of course, revealed his bright pink face and tear stained cheeks.

Reki continued for a little while longer until Langa began pounding the bed with his fist, his laughter going silent. Langa laid there panting with his eyes closed. Reki leaned down and kissed him back.

Langa’s eyes shot back open, just in time to see Reki beaming down at him. Langa smiled back.

“...Sorry for making you worried earlier.” Reki said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re okay now.”

Reki reached out his hand, which Langa gratefully took. He flung himself back up and wrapped his arms around Reki.

“I love you.”

“I… I love you too.”

#reki kyan #langa hasegawa #lee!langa #ler!reki #renga #snowgear #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #squealing santa 2k22 #tickling #tickle fic #princess scrawlings #snowboarding #hurt/comfort #first kiss #love confessions #definitely didn't name it after the 2014 disney channel original movie #that would be craaazy

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Okay I am back with paRT TWO

I need more evil Ler shadow in my life (bc also criminally underrated)

so I would be forever in your debt to see little Miya hiding from Shadow after doing something to make him mad. Eventually, he begs Cherry to hide him, who promptly tells Shadow where the kid is hiding. (Idk I feel like this would be sO CUTE)

THANK YOU AGAIN I AM SO IN YOUR DEBT 😭😭😭

Oops did these out of order kjaerkjejkraj BUT THAT KITTY THOUGH AHHHH! *dies from the cute* That gif really does radiate Miya vibes and I am here for it! I've gotcha covered, Ducky! Thank you for letting me write for these dorks!

CW: Swearing

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@myreygn

“Hide me!” Was the only thing Miya cried as he crashed into Cherry’s space, diving behind the pink haired man and using his Kimono as a shield. Cherry was about to ask what exactly he thought he was doing when a rather displeased looking Shadow stormed in.

“Cherry! Have you seen Miya?” He sounded angry, real angry. Cherry lowered an arm so his sleeve shielded Miya more.

“Why exactly are you looking for him? And more importantly, have you ever heard of manners? What happened to ‘Hello Cherry, how are you today?’ before making demands?” His sharp tone startled the other. Good. Shadow at least had the nerve to look sheepish.

“Sorry. My bust. It’s just- that little runt-” Shadow grit his teeth as he fisted his hands, looking mad once more. Upon closer inspection, Cherry realized it wasn’t genuine rage- more annoyance. “Not only did he make me take him all the way to Joe’s place to eat, but then he called me an old fart! ME! I’m 24, how the hell am I old?” He didn’t wait for Cherry’s answer. “And THEN he had the balls to ask for ice cream on the way here!”

“Did you get it?” Cherry asked, brow raised.

“Well…yeah. I wanted ice cream too.” Shadow admitted. “But he called my taste in flavors '’shitty’! SHITTY! Pistachio ice cream is amazing, I don’t care what anyone says.”

Clearly he did, but Cherry wasn’t gonna say anything. Invested, he waved him on. “Okay, what happened next?”

“I told him one more peep out of him and he was gonna get dragged into the Shadow Realm-”

“The Shadow Realm?” Cherry asked, earning a blush.

“It’s a good name! Anyway-you know what he did?” Shadow looked so serious it was almost laughable. “He blew a raspberry at me and said ‘Suck it, old man!’ before running away!” Shadow shook his head in disgust. “I’ve never been so disrespected!”

Cherry tsked, shaking his head at the poor man’s story. “Shame. Children can be rather rude nowadays.” A pinch to his elbow reminded him where Miya was. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but you just missed him. I think he ran back to Joe’s.” He gestured towards the mentioned man’s half of the apartment, subtly nodding over his shoulder. Shadow’s eyes widened with understanding, a smile starting to pull on his lips. “You should see him there.”

“Thanks, Cherry. I owe you a million.” Shadow turned to go, waving. When he was out of sight, Miya appeared once more, standing a few paces forward as he looked around. “He’s gone?”

“Yes. Though I have to ask, was all of what he said true? Did you really do all that?” Cherry gave him a look, making Miya bow his head.

“Erm…yes. Maybe I took it too far.” He mumbled, pulling on his jacket. Unbeknownst to him, Shadow reappeared behind him, crouching like a comical villain as he crept forward. “Still- Pistachio ice cream is gross though!”

“Fair, but you shouldn’t be so disrespectful. One of these days, it’s gonna bite you back.”

“Yeah…say, when do you think that day’s gonna come?”

“Right now, you little shit!” Shadow roared, grabbing Miya and earning a squeal of shock. “Fear the Shadow Realm as it devours you whole!”

“What- No! Nohohohohohoohoho!” Miya squealed again, this time in laughter as Shadow dug into his sides playfully. He squirmed to and from, unable to get away as Shadow found all the soft spots along his torso. “Shahahhahahadow dohohoohoohn’t!”

“There is no Shadow now! Only the Shadow Realm! You’ve been dropped in, and now must face its wrath!” Said man grinned as he sat back, pulling Miya into his lap as he gave his belly a few tickles. “Your punishment: 7th zone of tickles!”

“Aahhahahahahhahahha, nhoohohohohot tihihiihihickles! Chehehhherry hehehehhelp mehehhehehhehe!” Miya whined to the older man, reaching out helplessly before Shadow attacked his armpit, making him shoot back with a cackle.

“Sorry Miya. I warned you what would happen.” Cherry instead turned back to his desk, kneeling down and gathering his tea. “Carla, take a record, won’t you? Mark this as the day Miya learned his lesson on respect.”

“Noted.” The board spoke, starting to record.

“Thank you Carla.” Cherry looked pleased.

“Doohohohohn’t recohohohohord this! Hehehehehelp mehehehhehe-AHH NOT THE FHEEHHEHEHEHEHT!” Miya shrieked when Shadow grabbed an ankle, yanking off his shoe and drilling into his socked feet. “STAHAHHAHHAP IHIIHIHIHIIHT!”

“Oo, kitty cat’s got some ticklish beans, yeah?” Shadow teased, poking and prodding at his toes, earning a scream and a swat. “You’re gonna sound like you’re getting murdered on there, hehehe.”

“IHIHIHIHIIHIHF I DIHIHIHIHIE YOHOOOHOUR GOHOOOOHING TO JAHAHHAHAHIL!” Miya cackled through his screams, cheeks red and eyes misty.

“Nah, Cherry will back me up! Right Cherry?” Shadow grinned.

“Nope. You’re on your own.” He replied, earning a gutted noise from Shadow.

“SEHEHEHEHEHEE? HEHHEHE’S A TRAHAHAHHAITOR!” Miya squealed out, near silent with mirth. Shadow tsked as he eased up, letting the kid breath. “Yeah, but you’re the one who started it!”

“Eheheh…eheheheh…I’m shahaharry…” Miya grunted out, reaching up and petting Shadow’s arm. “Reahehehally I am…”

The older man softened almost immediately, shaking his head. “Fine, I’ll forgive you. But next time you diss me like that It’s gonna be harsher.” He poked the other’s belly for emphasis, earning a giggle.

“Fihihine…Pistachios’ still gross though.” Miya hopped up and bounced out of reach, grinning at Shadow’s face. “I’m not changing my mind!”

“What? It’s amazing! You’re just uncultured!” Shadow called after him, giving chase. Soon Cherry was left alone once more, sipping his tea with a small smile on his lips.

He rather liked the company he kept these days.

I hope this was good!

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #miya chinen #Shadow #Himori Higa #kaoru sakurayashiki #cherry blossom #into the shadow realm! #*tosses cape over myself and fades away* #*crashes into still closed door* #this was really fun to write akjerjajrkekl #tw: swearing

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oh alright :D!

since I've seen you did it for sk8 I was wondering if you could do reki and miya with ❣? and again it's okay if you don't want to do it, I understand if you don't want to :)!

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❣ -Cackle

“Hey. Idiot. Are you paying attention?”

A foot slammed its way quite unceremoniously into his face and Reki jerked away with an indignant yelp. The owner of the foot raised an eyebrow, retracting it momentarily only to aim it at his shoulder this time with more force. “What the hell dude?”

“We’re supposed to be training, remember?” Miya reminded him snidely. It was incredible how he could manage to sound superior in almost any scenario. “I’m giving you professional pointers and you can’t stop staring at your boyfriend long enough to take any of it in—figures considering what slackers all of you are.”

“I’m not staring,” Reki corrected quickly, though even as he spoke, he felt his gaze drifting back to Langa, oblivious to their conflict. He had chosen to accompany them to the park for ‘moral support’ but had abandoned Reki quickly to practice his own skills. Reki would have been annoyed that he’d left him at Miya’s mercy, but he was far too distracted by the sight of the other’s scrunched up face as he tried to concentrate. “And he’s not my boyfriend. We’re just friends.”

Miya raised an eyebrow. “Right. And I’ve never touched a skateboard in my life.”

Reki rolled his eyes at his dramatics, but before he could snark back, Miya’s foot had returned to his shoulder once more, the front of his shoe digging uncomfortably into his bicep.

“Hey!”

Miya smirked infuriatingly, digging his foot in more. “This is just motivation to focus, since apparently you can’t even manage that.”

Okay. That was it.

Miya yelped as Reki grabbed his foot suddenly, locking it into place. “Hey, what are you doing? Put my shoe back on, you idiot!”

“Nuh-uh,” Reki replied calmly, tossing back a smirk of his own. “If you want to act like a brat, you’re gonna get treated like one. So how about we make a deal—I’ll stop if you agree to stop being so annoying. Sound good?”

“What is that supposed to meheHE—gah!”

Miya’s words broke off as fingers skittered over his socks suddenly, digging into the soft material and prompting an eruption of bubbly giggles to spill out of him. He kicked weakly in his grip, trying to somehow free himself, but Reki was stronger than he looked, and he quickly realized just how trapped he was.

“Ahaha lehehet mehehehe gohoho!” he protested, jumping when Reki managed to worm a couple of fingers under his toes. Tickling was something that he had managed to avoid for most of his life, a feat he primarily succeeded at by distancing himself from others. Now, he wondered if that had been a smart plan as it left him entirely defenseless against the unbearable sensations flooding his nervous system. “RehehEHEHEKI!”

“Miya,” Reki responded in kind, scratching down his soles with the skill only an older brother would possess. “You know, I never would have thought someone like you would be ticklish. I’ll definitely have to remember this for the future.”

Miya flushed angrily, trying to bend forward to grab his hands away, but each time he did, Reki would simply double down on the tickling and he’d fall back in a fit of helpless cackling. He settled on simply wrapping his arms around himself and kicking his other leg out like he wished he could do with the trapped one. It tickled so much more than he thought it would, and even though everything in him begged for a release from his torment, there was a part of him that wished Reki would follow through on that threat. It was kind of nice to laugh like this, like the kid he was meant to be.

And then Reki started tracing his nails over his heel and Miya bucked, flying forward and grabbing at his shoulders desperately. “Nonononohohohoho! Reheheheki plehehehehease!”

“You’re gonna stop being annoying?”

“YeheheEHEHES!”

“Promise?”

“Yehehehes yeheheHEHES OHOHohohoHOHo m-my gahahahad ihihit tihihihickles!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll give you a break~”

Reki finally let go and Miya sighed in relief, his leg falling limply to the ground as he lay there catching his breath. “That,” he insisted, glaring weakly back at him. “Was uncalled for.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Besides, I didn’t see you fighting all that hard to get away.” Reki reached out, scribbling his fingers over his sole once more. “In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself.”

Miya yelped, blushing as he jerked his foot away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Let’s just get back to practice.”

Reki raised his hands in surrender, though the smirk didn’t disappear from his face for the rest of the day.

As it happened, Miya didn’t shut up, and had to be shown what happened to those who ran their mouth several more times that day. Luckily for him however, Reki and Langa were always willing to reteach him the lesson.

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Thanks for the ask!! ^^

#tickle fic #sk8 the infinity #reki #miya #asks #answered ask #ask game #tickling #fanfiction #drabble