#reki with ts

[ticpunk]

Reki Kyan from SK8 the Infinity has Tourettes!

[w-ktori-s]

SILLY MIYA HEADCANNONS ^⁠_⁠_^

Miya uses brainrot. A lot of it. Every new word he sees, he includes in a conversation. He sometimes doesn't even know what it means. But he still uses it to irritate people (Shadow).

When Reki hears it, he laughs with him even tho he has no idea wth Miya is saying, bc he only watches skateboarding related content (he's just happy that Miya is laughing tbh).

When its Langa, he just passes it off as a weird japanese thing (he tried to question Miya)(Miya was the one who convinced him its just japanese sayings).

Joe tries to use slang, but he just ends up looking like a old ahh dad with no idea what he's saying.

Cherry knows (don't ask me how, he just knows) and he finds it delightful how Joe embarrasses himself so he says nothing (nothing if we don't count the insults towards Joe).

Shadow just gets irritated and screams (he's just silly like that (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))(the kids just irritate him)(he doesn't even know why he hangs around them)

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When in conversation via phone (mostly in the groupchat they have), Miya texts without capitalization, sometimes makes mistakes (he finally lets himself make them)(it's not only about messages) and uses this type of emoji's (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) a lot. He sends a lot of cat memes, full on lyric from songs (most of the groupchat doesn't get it)(uncultured freaks) and pictures of cats he met on the street, asking his parents (you wouldn't guess who)(one hint - its Joe and Cherry) if they can adopt them. The parents are sick of it and want to unadopt him (they didn't adopt him in the beginning, really)

He was the one who named the groupchat and it just stayed.

Usually watches as chaos ensures in the groupchat (unless it's his ass creating chaos), sending random reactions memes at random times.

(I hope ts is not too chaotic and y'all are able to read it 🙏)(If there are any spelling mistakes, um… try to ignore them? Pls? /j)

[that-was-anticlimactic]

hello!! ❌, ✅, and 🤭 for the ask game! <3

❌ what's a trope you will never write?

umm smut definitely, not a smut person. bsd has rewired my brain tho and so now i mention sex sometimes but it's still not something i'm interested in writing lol also fics with intense battle scenes bc how do you write battles and fighting😀

✅ what's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

umm prolly a character having an inferiority complex lol that happens a lot... a character comparing themselves to other people... people comparing characters to the sun, characters not getting taken seriously,,, oug h

🤭 do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

"miyazawa kenji has tourette's" is my favorite as of recently iouygtfgyhujioiuhy aka, any character with ts tag iouhygtyhuji ngl i'm super proud of myself bc before me, there was only one common character with ts tag (kaminari denki, which is why he's so special to me) but i created like the sokka and reki tags (as well as others, i think those are just the only two i've made common... it's a slow process) anyways i also love tagging fics with "friendship is magic" tehe ooooooh or "*insert character* is a ray of sunshine"!!!

[milf-harrington]

final push up count

cherry: 50 (only bc he chose that number)

joe: 150 (cherry wanted to get off)

langa: 5 and a half

reki: 25

[sagedrawsstuff]

reki with ts is currently giving me so much life

[tourettes-swag-tournament]

i would love. the fic recs if you would like to give them <3

hi, anon! i would love to give them!

hey, little songbird, give me a song

i wrote this one😅 it's prolly one of my favorite fics that i've ever written, tbh! it's very special to me! basically, it's post-canon and basically is reki has been acting weird since his beef w/ ad*m and the sk8 fam is concerned and they soon realize that he's suppressing his tics and. they find out Why and :)

let the sun come streaming in

written by @zukkaoru ! it's amazing! five times someone lent reki a fidget toy + one time he lent one to someone else! it's v sweet and amazing <3

i ain't gotta tell him, i think he knows

written by @sapphicstruggle is a v sweet, domestic renga fic ft. ts reki <3

close your eyes, you'll be just fine

written by @zenithpng is another sweet, domestic renga fic fr. ts reki <3

these are a compilation of tumblr ficlets written by @milf-harrington and there are some ts reki ones in there!!! (theo has also drawn some art of reki w/ ts!!!)

in this place above the clouds

also written by @zukkaoru and it is so cute and it's a shadow & ts reki friendship fic <3

I Hope We Never Fade by k0dxuken

i actually didn't know this one existed! v excited to read it!

Koyomi Kyan's Nail Salon by setyourheartablaze

a cute fic where reki has trouble painting his nails and koyomi helps him <3

suddenly there's sunlight all around me

also by me lol this is more about reki w/ chronic back pain (thank you @backhurtyy for this incredible hc <3) but the ts reki is pretty prominent i'd say <3 it's about reki's back hurting and his body is just ow and langa is v nice and oka is a menace (affectionate)

and this is just a compilation post of all the ts reki content i've creatd/seen!

lastly, any sk8 fic i write includes tourettic reki and the same pretty much goes for sk8 fics that @zukkaoru and @milf-harrington write, too <3 and y'all should check them out anyways because they're both so very sweet and amazing and i love them <3

[babysgarage]

i wanted to make a gif

[retrogradedreaming]

… could i request “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” + platonic joe and reki👀

(our conversation made me joe and reki friendship brainrot sjdbesjbdkw)

COREY!!! <3 I'm sorry this took me so long, I started it ages ago, but I STILL think about our conversation about Joe and Reki being friends because they WOULD

18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

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Usually, it was Kaoru who stayed late after Sia la Luce closed. But tonight, as the clock ticked slowly on toward eleven, Reki sat at the corner table up by the counter while Kojiro finished cleaning and prepping a few things for the morning crew. Reki had two textbooks and a notebook open before him, and as the minutes wore on, Kojiro watched the hand that once held a pencil switch to drumming his fingers in a pattern across the table while his leg bounced beneath it. His hoodie strings made their way between his teeth, and he chewed until the ends frayed. Every so often, when Kojiro was close enough to hear, Reki made a low noise, one Kojiro no longer mistook for murmuring the way he did when they’d first met.

Kojiro had pretended not to notice the dark circles beneath Reki’s eyes when he entered the restaurant with Langa and Miya, had avoided drawing attention to the way Reki fell just shy of his usual energy, but that didn’t mean he failed to notice altogether. No, when it came to the kids, he knew their tells almost as well as he knew Kaoru’s after so many months spent at S, so many evenings in this very restaurant. It was Kojiro’s home turf, so to speak, and here, he knew when things weren’t right.

Which was why, after he packed all the prepped ingredients away and cleaned his workstation and washed his hands, he finally turned his full attention to Reki.

“I was gonna say I’m closing up for real, but I think I’d feel too guilty if I kicked you out,” Kojiro said, leaning back with his hips against the counter, arms folded over his chest. “So why don’t you tell me what’s up?”

Reki let the hoodie string fall from between his teeth as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. He hadn’t, and Kojiro hoped that by now Reki knew that he didn’t have to suppress around him. He also knew how hard it was to believe that someone accepted a part of you that so many others had demanded you hide.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Reki said with a barely veiled moody undertone that Kojiro had become all too familiar with.

“Don’t insult me, kid,” Kojiro said lightly, letting a small smile play across his features. “You haven’t been yourself since you got here, and I’d bet you haven’t read a word of that in the past two hours.”

Reki deflated the longer Kojiro went on, and by the end, he’d given up and rested the side of his face against the pages of the nearest open book. “Fine,” he relented. “I skipped a few classes last semester and it’s really hard to focus when I am in class because it’s way too quiet, so every time someone does something, I get distracted, and then I forget most of what the teacher said, which means I basically have to teach myself how to do all this stuff, but it’s Japanese lit and none of it makes any sense because it was written by a bunch of old guys.”

Kojiro let him finish, though he’d suspected as much. He remembered this happening with Kaoru when they were in high school, the two of them skipping classes—Kaoru more often than Kojiro—and Kaoru struggling through lit classes while Kojiro tutored him with his own mediocre understanding of the stuff. Kaoru’s big brain couldn’t always compete with the anxiety. The core of Reki’s trouble with old Japanese poetry might’ve been different, and there was no way Kojiro could tutor him more than ten years out of high school, but he could think of one thing that might work.

“Hang on, I’ll be right back,” Kojiro said and slipped back into the kitchen, plucking a few fresh leaves from the lavender plant by the door on his way.

He switched on the kettle to boil, took a mug down from the rack, and bruised the leaves in a bowl before dropping them into the cup. On top of them, he added a spoonful of honey that dissolved when he poured the water in, and he steeped it until it was just a little too strong and cool enough to strain into a glass over ice. He finished it off with sparkling water—lightly fizzy, but nothing like the sharp, painful carbonation of soda. This drink, he’d always found, was a comfort more than anything else, and he couldn’t count the number of times he and Kaoru had stayed up late drinking them in Kojiro’s kitchen when they were younger.

He brought the drink out to Reki and set it on the table, the glass immediately creating a ring in the warmth of the restaurant. “Here, drink this,” he said. “You’ll feel better.”

“This isn’t some weird Italian grandma recipe is it?” Reki asked, peering at the glass as he ran one fingertip over the crease between the pages of his book, pressing until his knuckle turned white.

“Who knows?” Kojiro said. “But I’ve tested it myself, so that has to count for something.”

Reki still looked skeptical, but he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. Kojiro watched his reaction, pinpointing the moment that Reki realized Kojiro had actually given him something good.

“Man, I didn’t know you could make drinks, too!” Reki exclaimed, downing a third of the glass. “I thought you could only cook.”

“A good chef knows how to balance a meal with a drink,” Kojiro said, though he left out that his real expertise was pairing food with wine. “It has lavender in it, so it should help with the stress.”

They sat together in silence for a while, save for the sounds of Reki’s tics in the otherwise empty room. Reki drank as Kojiro had told him to, homework abandoned for the moment. And whether it was the drink working its magic or simply the effects of being given a sort of permission to take a break from analyzing books he didn’t want to be reading, Reki’s shoulders slowly relaxed and his leg stopped bouncing beneath the table. When the glass was empty, Reki pushed it away toward the edge of the table and glanced forlornly back at his books. Kojiro could practically feel the stress seeping back in.

“How can I help?” Kojiro asked, sliding one of the books toward him while Reki stared wide-eyed. “I haven’t read Japanese poetry in a while, but I’ll give it a shot.”

Reki pointed out passages that gave him trouble, and Kojiro listened. Occasionally, he offered the little bits of knowledge he could remember from all those years ago, but he knew how this worked. He let Reki talk it out, tell him his thoughts, reminded him to write them down, and by the time Kojiro really did kick him out around midnight, he’d finished the assignment.

[zenithpng]

Reki forgets his headband one day and keeps digging his nails into his scalp so Langa braids his hair instead so that Reki can't get his fingers to his skin underneath aldsfkahsldfh they're gay your honour

[nagichi-boop]

I AM WATCHING A VIDEO OF THE SK8 DUB AND REKI SAYS “cool, c-c-cool” UHH

PSPSPS FREE REAL ESTATE TS REKI??

[jasdiary]

japan apple store for the love of god pls let me download a3! so i can see the sk8 collab when it’s up pls pls i rlly wanna see the mankaification of my gay little skater boys

[zukkaoru]

hair for the ask game <3

“I didn’t ask,” Kaoru deadpans. Then, he reaches over and smacks the redhead’s hand away from where he’d taken to pulling at his hair. “Reki, don’t do that. Do you have a fidget toy in your backpack?”

from a sequel fic to my twisted knife // my winless fight that i haven't actually worked on in ages

[spooky-scary-virgil]

Goodnight head empty only Reki

[milf-harrington]

some very rushed renga fanart based on this post by the wonderful @that-was-anticlimactic

[florence-welch-enthusiast]

Do you have Emotional Support Gays™️ too?

[tourettes-swag-tournament]

I’d never thought about Reki having tourette’s before but you’re so right. he should win the entire thing I have never before encountered a character with more tourette’s swag in my life. thank you and this blog for enlightening me.

ahhhh anon my HEART

i am 🥺

ts reki is. very important to me (hence the pfp lol). this made me smile like a fool - thank you for sharing this with me <3