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I head canon Grace being ticklish at least to some extent pretty much everywhere and Rocky loves to find all the little weird spots to drive him up a wall palm/arm tickling needs some more love imo
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A/N: The sequel to this !
third part here
Fourth part here
I have too many ideas for these three but alas this will be my last fic revolving around them for a little while (I am absolutely going to write more eventually though) just so I can give some attention to my other requests :) I can't be neglecting all my other favs...
The next fic, as promised, will be based on this ! Gi-hun and Dae-ho need more presence in my fics :)
Summary: Myung-gi becomes the focus of two bored, drugged-up lunatics. What's the worse that could happen?
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The second game came and went. Myung-gi, against all odds, had survived.
He wasnât very popular in the dorm. He didnât have an established team, or even an established acquaintance, unlike every other player who had somehow formed alliances.
And yet- heâd managed to find himself a solid group for the past round.
He knew heâd have been capable of every single one of those minigames on his own. It was purely dumb, unfiltered luck that the other four players heâd joined with were also capable. If not?
Well, he wouldnât be here right now.
Something he was wishing for, actually, when he found himself flanked yet again by the two losers otherwise known as Thanos and Nam-gyu. The exact two who had tormented him to tears yesterday. He could tell by the shit-eating grins on their faces that they were absolutely planning to recreate making him laugh himself breathless.
God, why couldnât one of his team members in Pentathlon have fucked up in flying stone or spinning top or something. Gonggi maybe? Who even played that anymore anyway??
âJesus christâŠâ he muttered, tipping his head back, eyes closed. Maybe he could just despawn or something. Or wake up in a shitty motel and all of this be a bad dream.
âMG Coooiin!â
There it was. That disgustingly sweet sing-songy voice.
âAwh, Thanos. Heâs ignoring usâ
Myung-gi could literally see the fake, childish pout on Nam-gyuâs face even with his eyes closed. He groaned and lolled his head forwards, finally looking at them with a tired glare. His eyes met Thanosâ.
âThere he is!â Exclaimed the purple-haired man, slapping his hands on his own knees like he was greeting a shy toddler. âThereâs our giggly little guuuy!â
Myung-gi felt a primal repulsion instantly spike in his chest and recoiled in disgust. âDonât speak to me like that you freakâ he spat, muscles tensed to run. He could probably make it this time- they were both on the same edge of his bunk leaving the other side completely free. Nothing but rows of other bunks, a decreased amount of players, and freedom.
âWeâre kinda stressed, man. You donât mind helping us out, do you?â Thanos continued. Nam-gyu stepped forward, putting a hand on the railing behind Myung-giâs head and leaning down with a shark-like grin. âAfter all, man, weâre friends right? And friends help each other. Hell, yesterday you did say we were your bestest friends!â He giggled and then, as if theyâd fucking rehearsed this, both of them said in unison:
âIn the whooole wide world!â
Myung-gi stared at them with a clenched jaw and a heartbeat that could rival a man after a 100 metre sprint. No. He was not letting this happen again.
Nam-gyu reached a sweater-pawed hand, the one not resting on the bunk rail, to grab at Myung-giâs forearm.
It almost made contact. Almost.
Nam-gyuâs fingers curled around air as Myung-gi leapt to the side, throwing his legs off the bunk and sprinting down the narrow path between bunks. He heard some kind of angry noise behind him, couldâve been Thanos- couldâve been Nam-gyu- he wasnât about to stop to check.
Especially because he heard their rapid footsteps following behind him.
Stale dorm air whipped past his face as he darted between steel railing and bunk alike, almost bowling over an unfortunate player he didnât care to apologise to. His legs moved faster than they had in red light, green light.
He vaulted over a bunk like an Olympic gymnast and ignored the startled âHey!â of the player residing in it. Myung-gi didnât care how stupid he looked he just- wait, was that Jun-hee? Sheâs not watching is she??- needed to get as far from those tickle-happy weirdos as possible.
There wasnât exactly anywhere to hide in the dorm. It was quite literally four walls and a roof. There were no obstacles except the bunks. There were no doors to escape through, no hallways to dash down- but maybe if he could just get deeper within the maze of beds and into a shadowy corner heâd lose them? Or, preferably, theyâd give up?
Myung-gi was zig-zagging now, his own feet and pride threatening to trip him up, but somehow- he didnât. He had actually crossed quite a lot of ground without stumbling even once. If he hadnât been running for such a ridiculous reason he mightâve been proud of himself.
The adrenaline had started to wear off and his chest burnt from the exertion. Surely heâd put enough distance between him and the psychopaths?
Coming to a halt and bracing himself on an empty bunk, he whipped around, panting wildly and eyes wide, prepared to see a whirlwind of rapper/sadist barrelling toward him.
Nothing. Not even a flash of purple, nor a condescending taunt. The only other souls around him were those of stunned, baffled players who either averted their gaze or stared harder. His little sprint fit had probably lowered what little reputation he had, if any, but that was the last thing on his mind.
Breathing a sigh of relief and swallowing thickly, Myung-gi craned his neck to try and get a view of his original bunk. He had to make sure they werenât still lingering around before he even thought about going back.
âŠUnless he could stay here? The bunk he was holding onto was empty; and it wasnât as if he had any belongings he had to go and retrieve.
Yeah. Yeah, that was a good idea. Just hunker down right here for the remainder of the games. Safe, secure, invisi-
âWhew, man. Youâre a slippery little fuck when you wanna be, huh?â
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Myung-gi didnât know how it happened. Heâd thought heâd gotten shot of the two men who had made it their mission to bully him into hysterics, but he was here. On his back. Same bunk, same position. Same dread knowing what was to come.
âGuys- guys, come onâ he choked out, pulling at his restrained wrists as if theyâd magically phase through the strong hands gripping them.
âHa! âGuysâ? We on the same level now or somethinâ, coin boy?â Thanos chuckled, slightly out of breath from the struggle of hoisting Myung-gi back across the dorm. He looked at Nam-gyu across the bunk, who smiled broadly at him and shook Myung-giâs wrist, forcing him to âwaveâ at Thanos. He looked down at the trapped man and slapped his face with his own hand. Just once, and nothing too rough, but the glare it produced was enough for the two druggies to cackle nastily.
âHey, you donât gotta beat yourself up, dude!â Crowed Player 124, snorting at his own joke. âWas two against one, right? Nobody blames you for getting your scrawny ass ownedâ
âsâright. Or for making a scene like an embarrassed little girlâ Thanos joined in on the bit, one arm dangling from the slats above. Â
âOr for screaming like oneâ
âOr for-â
âI get it! God! Just shut up!â Myung-gi snapped. âYouâre both fucking sick! What are you even getting out of this?!â
 He felt Thanosâ grip on his wrist tighten instantly. âCareful, coin. Donât wanna go making this worse for yourself, hm?â the jokey tone died instantly as Player 230 dropped his voice into a low, soft tone. Dangerous. Myung-giâs breath caught in his throat. He looked up at Thanos, who was looking right back at him with a slight upwards curve of his lips, like he was daring Myung-gi to try anything else. Myung-gi felt an uncomfortable prickle down his spine at the intensity of Thanosâ stare.
Their locked gaze was shattered by Nam-gyu saying an abrupt, âSo where we getting him first?â.
Thanos, prone to mood swings and unstable emotions, suddenly jolted right back into that ridiculous playful demeanour. Any air of unsettling intimidation vanished in an instance as he snapped his head up, boyish grin plastered on his face with a âMan, his ribs got him fuckinâ screaming last time. Iâm headinâ right thereâ he flexed his fingers theatrically, rings flashing in the light. âThat lil gap between the middle ones-â he tapped two fingers into the grooves between a couple of ribs, making Myung-gi jump and grit his teeth with a harsh intake of breath, â-yeah, those ones. Sâjust sooo ticklish right there, huh, coin?â
Myung-gi wanted to spit something venomous at Thanos but he didnât trust himself to talk. Not with Thanosâ weird shift from a minute ago, that threat of ânot making it worse for himselfâ; not to mention those slender fingers still pressing into that gap, promising to send him into giggles the second he opened his mouth.
âSolid plan, dude. Personally? Stomachâs where itâs atâ Nam-gyu shifted his weight to playfully scrunch his free hand into a claw, flexing his fingers purposefully in front of Myung-giâs face. âall them squishy nerves just begging to be touchedâŠ!â
âNam-suâ Thanos interrupted. Player 124 looked up. âItâs Nam-gyuâ.
âNam-gyu. You can go firstâ Thanos gave a downwards nod, motioning toward Myung-gi as if he were offering something as benign as a pen. His lower jaw jutted arrogantly, genuinely believing he was doing Nam-gyu a favour (which to be fair, Nam-gyu absolutely would agree). âI got kinda greedy yesterday, right? What was it you said?â
Nam-gyuâs smile grew wider, slowly, eyes tracing Myung-giâs torso. Without looking at Thanos he said a delighted, âYou were hogging himâ.
âTotally was, man. So you go ahead- do your thing. Little shit deserves it for that run around he gave usâ.
Myung-gi squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the worst. A hand under his arm, a finger in his sidesâŠ
âŠNothing happened. Seconds ticked by, but the electric ticklish sensation he was bracing for never came. He slowly opened his eyes, hoping beyond hope that this had all been some long-winded, sadistic attempt to rattle him. He wouldnât have put it past them to have committed embarrassingly hard to the bit.
But as soon as he caught Nam-gyuâs eye, the club director put on a faux-curious expression and asked âAll hyped up now? Or do you need another minute?â
Not expecting an answer, he shot his hand to Myung-giâs stomach. The ex-youtuber yelped, a noise he quickly tried to choke down, body jerking involuntarily as he expected to be tickled to absolute pieces.
But, againâŠnothing happened. No tickling. No contact at all, actually. Nam-gyuâs hand was still poised in that teasy claw, as if it was prepped to make him squeal, butâŠhe just hovered it there. Myung-gi furrowed his brow and looked at Player 124 with confusion. âThe fuck are you doing?â
He was completely ignored.
âIâm gonna getâcha!â Nam-gyu sang with an over-the-top playful lilt. Myung-gi furrowed his brow even more like he was trying to grow muscles in his fucking forehead. âWhatâŠwhat the fuck?â he sputtered out, ignoring the titter from Thanos on the other side.
Nam-gyu didnât give him any explanation, because why would he? Myung-gi wasnât owed something stupid like clarity. Besides, explaining would ruin the fun.
âIâm gonnaâŠGETâCHA!â the hand clawed rapidly downwards only to again grind to a halt just inches from his belly. Myung-gi let out a strangled, anticipatory giggle against his will.
 It mightâve actually been kind of funny, if the malicious undertone and bullying intent werenât present. If they were just friends messing about, playing gamesâŠwell, it technically was a game- just a very one-sided one, with a very unwilling scammer participant.
 Player 333 breathed heavily as he forced himself to calm down, eyes wide and staring at the hand above his stomach like it would burn him. âYou f-fuckerâ.
Nam-gyu just did it again. And again. And each time- the same âIiiiâm gonna getâcha!â left his mouth, a giddy, taunting phrase that made Thanos chuckle obnoxiously. And, predictably, Myung-gi jumped with every pass, not knowing when Nam-gyu would strike for real. His body was preparing itself to laugh again, to be completely undone by horrid ticklish sensation, and each time it was faked out. The tension built and built and went absolutely nowhere.
âWh-whahahat the fuck are you doi-AH!â He jumped again when Nam-gyu repeated the motion for what felt like the 100th time. The pill-popper was beside himself, Myung-giâs hilarious reactions and Thanosâ obvious amusement spurring him on.
And the voice he was usingâŠlike he was talking to a puppy or a child and not a full grown man.
âNam-su, itâll be lights out before you get startedâ Thanos commented like it was a real, actual issue- but, really, this was entertaining as hell to witness.
âIâm getting there, Iâm getting there. Just letting him sweat firstâ Nam-gyu replied, hand still poised in a claw above Myung-giâs skin, and then yet another âIâm gonna getâcha!â.
âAH-! Oh my god! Fucking stop doing that!âÂ
Neither man replied at first. They were both too busy laughing their asses off. âWhat, youâd rather I tickle you?â Nam-gyu finally asked, grinning through the rhetorical question. âWell, if you insist!â
And then blinding, unbearable sensation shooting down his side as Nam-gyu practically buried his hand into the curve and squeezed hard.
âNAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ST-STahahAHAHAP!!â It hit Myung-gi like a truck, he wasnât prepared for it, still half-expecting another fakeout. âHOHOohoHOLY SHIHIHIT!! FUCKING GEHEHET OHOHOFF ME!â
Nam-gyu was almost doubled over laughing himself now. âMan, this is so fucking funnyâ.
âHey- hey, Nam-suâ
âNam-gyuâ
âNam-gyu. You know what else is funny?â
Thanos suddenly took a handful of Myung-giâs shirt and pulled it up slowly, painfully so, looking Myung-gi in the eye the entire time with a manic smile. Nam-gyu halted his own assault, intrigued.
Myung-giâs laughter cut off like somebody had pulled a cord. He froze, craning his neck to look down at the fabric painstakingly making its way upwards. The cold air of the dorm hit his exposed stomach as his shirt was bunched up to his ribs.
âH-hey, what- fucking pull my shirt down, you freak!â
Even Nam-gyu was confused, pausing uncertainly. âYou getting romantic on him or something?â He asked, just the slightest sliver of hesitation in his voice. But he wasnât about to actually stop Thanos. After all! Thanos could do no wrong in his eyes! He was certain whatever was about to come next would be utterly hysterical and he could not wait. Thanos knew what he was doing, right?
âHey, MG coinâ purred the bigger man, the non-restraining hand now pinched on Myung-giâs waist to hold him steady. âYou ever had a raspberry?â
Nam-gyuâs eyes instantly widened and he barked out a âHAH!â, absolutely thrilled. He wasnât expecting that, but damn! He knew his Hyung had something hilarious up his sleeve!
But Myung-gi was nowhere near as amused, instead staring straight at the grinning purple-haired man with blood rushing in his ears and intense disbelief prickling at his skin. He was frozen to the bunk, a cold sweat enveloping him. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat.
âWh-whatâŠ?â The word came out hardly audible, more a hoarse croak more than anything else; not from over-exertion, but just sheer shock. Thanos wouldnât stoop that low, right? Surely not? The tickling was bad enough, sure- Thanos was clearly some emotionally stunted manchild, and Nam-gyu just went along with whatever his âprecious Hyungâ wanted, so in a way he could kind of excuse it. But a raspberry? That thing you do to babies? That thing that involves mouth-on-skin?? Where was the line?!
Nam-gyu snickered at Myung-giâs obvious horrified expression, leaning himself against the railings of the bunk. âPrickâs shitting himself over a raspberryâ
Myung-gi snapped out of his bewildered panic and whipped his head around to face Nam-gyu with an incredulous âItâs not that!â he snapped back round to face Thanos now. âYour-your mouth is going to be on my stomach!â. He waited with open-mouthed disbelief for Thanos to realise how deranged this entire thing was. Maybe a âhuh, yeah, I guess we can skip thatâ.
But it didnât come.
Thanos just gave him a dead stare. âSo?â
Myung-gi actually laughed in disbelief, for once not a forced one. At first he just stammered and spluttered trying to process Thanosâ complete nonchalance, astonished to the core that Thanos justâŠdidnât seem to care?
âWhat do you mean âsoââ?!â he cried. âItâs weird! Itâs weird as fuck!â And then his head angled swiftly toward Nam-gyu, so fast his neck ached. âYou!â he barked, not caring to remember his name (but Nam-gyu was used to people doing that). âTell your dealer itâs weird!â.
Thanos shifted his gaze up to Nam-gyu, face still deadpan. Thanos was never one for boundaries- not in a strange or insidious way. He just genuinely didnât have a concept of them. It took an awful lot to weird him out, and he didnât let something as minor as âpersonal spaceâ get in the way of him having a good time.
âWell, Nam-su? Do you think itâs weird?â
Truthfully, Nam-gyu did think it was weird. But not in a âew, the fuck?â kind of way. More in a, âI have got to see thisâ kind of way. It certainly wasnât unsettling enough to let that stop him from witnessing what would be, without a doubt, the funniest thing in the world.
âYouâve done weirderâ he said, trying to match Thanosâ nonchalant tone. He suddenly gasped and raised his free hand like heâd just reminisced the coming of Christ, face lit up. âRemember that one time at Pentagon when you licked a-â
âGOOD POINT, NAM-SU!â Thanos cut his lackey off with a flustered exclaim (that, despite circumstances, Myung-gi found pretty cathartic) and then-
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Any feeling of smug satisfaction was annihilated almost instantly. The feeling wasâŠuhâŠwell, he couldnât really think of the word. He couldnât really think of anything, to be honest. All he knew is that it was horrible.
Absolutely. Fucking. Horrible.
Not bad, not unpleasant, not even uncomfortable- horrible.
Hell, he didnât even think it was weird anymore. Didnât care that Thanosâ fucking lips were on his skin. The only thought going through his head was âtickles tickles tickles!â.
âAAHHHHAHAHAHAHHA!!â He kicked with renewed vigour, pulling at the hands holding his wrists with all his might, every instinct telling him to âget the fuck away from whatever this is!â. The warm pressure of Thanosâ head pressed into his abs was a stark contrast to the overwhelming, foreign vibrations coursing through his stomach.
The sensation made him squeal, a most undignified sound he couldnât care less about muffling, fresh tears pricking his eyes.
Thanos pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and putting on a disgusted expression, purely just for show.
âBleghâ he made an exaggerated face, lips curling, somewhat trying to catch his own breath. âYou taste like scams, boyâ. He gave Myung-giâs spit-stained stomach a rough wipe with his sleeve. The younger man yelped, pulling at his wrists, trying to push himself further up the bed with shaky feet. âO-oh my god! Donât fucking do that again! That was- that was-â
âWhat? Tickly?â Thanos smirked down at him with an expression that said âI am ABSOLUTLEY going to do that againâ.
âSh-shut up!!!â Myung-gi writhed and pulled with renewed vigour. âI- iâŠ! That was so fucking weird! Youâre so fucking weird!â
Meanwhile Nam-gyu was almost in tears at how hard he had been laughing. Thanos was probably the only man he knew who would raspberry someone heâd met less than 24 hours ago. Especially that someone being the someone who ruined his life and brought them to the games in the first place.
âDude, dude- do it againâ
âOh I was gonnaâ
âDONâT YOU FUCKING DA-â
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âAAAHHHAHAHAHA!! GOHOHOHOD!! FUHUHUHU-FUHUHUCK YOU!â
Myung-gi cackled furiously, twisting this way and that, unfortunately only succeeding in pushing his stomach further into the raspberry. âPLEAHAHAHAHASE!!â He kicked his legs frantically, the movement so wild he very almost kneed Thanos in the head.
Thanos actually had to stop mid-raspberry to laugh. An actual laugh, into Myung-giâs stomach, forehead pressed against the heaving torso. âDude- I actually canât believe that fucking gets him so badâ His words were muffled against the skin and he straightened up so he could be heard clearly, still giggling, looking across at Nam-gyu. âYou ever seen a grown man lose his shit over a fuckinâ tummy buzz?â
âYou heard him squeal, right? Like a balloon dying?â Nam-gyu could hardly get the words out through nasty laughter.
Myung-gi had never been so mortified in his life. He couldnât wipe the smile off his face, nor stop the lingering after-giggles. His stomach still tingled. They were still laughing, but now he couldnât tell if it was at him or with him. Thanos looked genuinely delighted and 333 held his breath as those blue contacts locked onto him again.
âTell ya what, boy. Iâll give youâŠtwenty? No, thirty secondsâ he pretended to check a fake watch, tilting his wrist and squinting at it like he was actually reading the time. âThanos is feelinâ generous- so, thirty secondsâ he ran his tongue over his teeth. âTo convince me not to do that againâ.
Myung-giâs eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to say something.
âClocks tickinâ, man. Better make it real convincing. Reeeeal convincingâ He leant closer so that Myung-gi could see every pore. âBecause if you donât? Iâm not stoppinâ.
Myung-gi was silent for a few seconds (that he definitely couldnât afford to be silent for) before finally finding his voice.
âO-okay, Thanos, youâre done now. Okay? Just- just stop!â
Nam-gyu snorted, squeezing his wrist a little tighter. âShit excuseâ
âNo! Wait wait- okay, just- just give me a second to fucking think!â
âI am giving you a second, coin. Thirty of âemâ. Thanos looked down at his wrist again and pulled a face. âShit! Twenty of âem now!â
Myung-gi panicked, heart racing, desperately trying to come up with something. Anything!! This was his ticket out of this mess!
âYOU WIN! Okay?! You fucking win! Why carry on now, right? You got me! Ha ha! Donât-donât ruin it!â
âShit excuseâ Nam-gyu repeated.
Myung-gi floundered, words falling over each other and stumbling on his own tongue.
âIâll do anything you want! Iâll- Iâll-âŠâ His words tapered off, mouth opening and shutting uselessly, eyes darting like he was trying to pull an excuse out of thin air.
Thanosâ eyebrows raised slowly, mouth in a wide smile. His lips trembled slightly as he tried not to burst out laughing. He cocked his head and bent his arm to show his wrist. âTen seconds leeeft~!â
Myung-gi was now beside himself, tugging at his arms frantically. âNo no no! Look, IâllâŠIâll help you in the next game! Okay?! Iâll make sure you win!!â His voice frayed at the edges, desperate and rising in volume with every word.
âShit excuseâ
Myung-gi could just fucking kill that 124 bastard.
Thanos made a noise of amused disbelief. âMake sure we win, huh? And how will you do that? Tell the guards to invest in dalmatian? Scam the bullets?â
Before Myung-gi could even respond Thanos was already looking back at his wrist. âOhhh!â he exclaimed with wide eyes. âThatâs time! Sorry, man. Didnât persuade me for shitâ
âNO! WAIT!â
Thanos took an exaggerated breath, holding eye contact the entire time, relishing in just how freaked out the younger man was becoming over something as stupid as this. A near-incoherent babble of âno no no!â and âplease! Fucking- please!!â
But Thanos, entirely self-serving and in dire need of entertainment, had already made up his mind.
He inhaled until he physically couldnât anymore, until his lungs burned. His arm snaked under Myung-giâs lower back, fingers curling round the opposite side in something that looked far too similar to an embrace as he shoved his head into the taut skin and-
Oh no. Carnage.
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By far the worst one yet (third times the charm, right?). Directly into the centre of Player 333âs stomach. The vibrations sparked outwards of his core, assaulting his nerves and making him shriek, body spasming like he was being electrocuted. It went on and on, Thanos having aâŠsurprising level of lung capacity for someone Myung-gi was sure did nothing but vape and smoke in his free time.
âNAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA-AHEHEHEHE!â He honestly did try to form some kind of beg, some kind of protest, but all he could do was laugh.
Thanos pulled away, gasping theatrically, laughing through his teeth. âHoly shit! That was the best one yet!â he poked Myung-gi a few times in the stomach, right where heâd blown the raspberry, making the younger man squeal and jerk. âHey, coin. Want another?â
âNohoho! I -cough- I do not! Stop!â
âHe totally does, dudeâ Nam-gyu gave a cruel jab to Myung-gâs upper ribs.
âDamn right. And hey- I did say I wasnât gonna stop, right?â his arm was still round the ex-youtuberâs back and he gave him a playful squeeze, looming over him with a bared-teeth grin. âAinât nothinâ but a man of my wordâ.
Myung-gi was breathing hard, blinking tears away. âFuck you assholesâŠâ he panted. What was the point in begging? They werenât going to stop. He could at least try and preserve some dignity.
âOhoho! Thatâs just earnt you like, five more, boyâ
âNah nah, seven at leastâ
âMight as well round up to ten then, huh?â
âIf youâre going to ten then might as well make it twentyâ Nam-gyu giggled.
âThirtyâ
âOne hundred!â
They went back and forth, each number getting comically larger until Myung-gi thought maybe theyâd just keep going and forget about him.
No such luck as Thanosâ lips latched back onto him, no warning or dramatic inhale, just pure sensation. He blew one on the centre of his stomach, then on his side, then his ribs.
This time, he shook his head into the skin as he blew them, making silly growling noises. It was awful how playful he was being, whatever artificial high pumping through hisveins making him completely shameless. The added pressure of his head roughly shaking stimulated the already wrecked muscles and made Myung-gi laugh so hard he went silent, eyes squeezed shut and nothing but high-pitched wheezing escaping his lips. He couldnât remember the last time heâd laughed so much and the worst part was it being because of these two bastards.
Nam-gyu watched with joy as Myung-giâs laughter cut out completely.
ButâŠ
His fingers itched to be burrowing back into Myung-giâs ribs, pits, anywhere that would make him squeal harder. His grin grew at the thought of adding another layer of tickles onto the scammerâs poor sensitive nerves.
He didnât vocalise this, and Thanos was far too busy peppering playful little âpbbts!â rapidly over Myung-giâs torso to notice. Myung-gi was gasping through forced laughter, tears running freely, fingers clawing in the air at nothing. Nam-gyu hovered the pads of his fingers over that horrid, tense strip of muscle just beneath the arms. Not quite the ribs, but not the pit either- just exactly where the joint connected. Where he knew would send Myung-gi into a fresh round of cackling.
âTh-thahah-THANOS! STAHP!â Myung-gi practically barked out the plea, words choppy and choked, desperately fighting against his own hysterics to try and get the words out. No response. Just Thanos curling his arm tighter, forcing the squealing manâs back to arch slightly further into the raspberries. He could feel the rapper smiling against his skin between bursts.
Thatâs when Nam-gyu struck- pressing just his finger pads into that muscle strip, making direct contact; not too hard so that it was painfully uncomfortable, but firm enough so that itâd tickle like hell.
He vibrated them into the nerves, back and forth back and forth, lifting Myung-giâs restrained wrist higher for more access.
Myung-gi let out a shriek, the unbearable feeling coming from nowhere. His laughter came out in sharp frantic hiccups, desperately trying to catch a breath, straining at his arms so hard it was a miracle he didnât pull anything.
âTickle tickle tickle!â Nam-gyu sang, speeding up the vibrations a fraction. He moved his hand into the hollow of Myung-giâs pit, alternating between drilling ruthlessly and spidering light flutters, nails hardly grazing.
Thanos lifted his head, wiping spit off his chin with his shoulder and looking very pleased with himself. The arm hooked round Myung-gi slithered free and he shook it out, tossing his head back lazily with a âwhewâ.
âShit, man. Swear I almost passed outâ he huffed dramatically as if he were the one being tormented, blinking hard.
Now that the raspberries had stopped, Myung-giâs laughter had calmed from dizzying howls into squeaky giggles. His arm twitched with every pass of Nam-gyuâs fingers in his pit.
Player 124 let out a cruel snort and said âNot if he fucking passes out firstâ. He widened his eyes and in a sickeningly sweet voice cooed âCan you imagine, MG coin? Going night-night because Thanos blew on your stomach?â
âGohohoHO TO HehHEHELL! EHehehEHEhehehe!â Myung-gi tried to hide his face in his shoulder. It was worse now, somehow- at least before, he only had one pair of eyes staring. Thanos had been too busy trying to practically fuse his face into his fucking abs to taunt or look at him.
âStop! Stohohhop! I-Iâm- waihiHIHIHIT!â He dissolved into goo when Thanos scrunched at his bare waist, fingers massaging into the oblique. He couldnât think, couldnât function, could do nothing but laugh like an idiot.
âYouâre lucky my jaw got tired, boy, otherwise Iâd be going til tomorrowâs gameâ Said Thanos, a bit too casually.
Nam-gyu had shifted to scratch at Myung-giâs neck, all the way to his collarbone, snaking his way into the neck-hole of 333âs uniform to scritch the thin, sensitive skin. Myung-gi tried to scrunch up, but Nam-gyuâs other hand was still holding him up tight by the wrist, making his efforts virtually useless.
âHey, coin- whatâdya thinks gonna happen first? You piss yourself, or your big strong grandad comes to save you agai- AUGH!â Thanos ripped himself away from Myung-gi, dropping his wrist and pulling his tickling hand back like heâd been burned.
Nam-gyu stopped immediately, snapping his gaze to Thanos, eyes wide with confusion and a hint of worry. âWh-? What? What did you do?â
Thanos was grasping his hand, the one that had been holding Myung-giâs wrist, rubbing over a steadily reddening welt. Nam-gyu, from across the bunk, could make out angry indentations dotted in an oval on the older manâs skin. Teeth marks.
âMotherfucker just bit me!â Thanos yelped. He had a look of genuine offense on his face as if he absolutely didnât deserve that. He took a step back, still holding his own hand dramatically, glaring with indignation at Myung-gi.
Nam-gyu let the ex-youtuber go instantly like he was contagious. âHe what?â
âJust sank his fuckinâ teeth into me!â Thanos exclaimed, underbite becoming more prominent as he grimaced. âYou got a fuckinâ death wish, bitch?â
Myung-gi didnât even care. The tickling had stopped. It may have not been the most dignified or mature way of regaining control, but âdignified and matureâ were adjectives that didnât exist as soon as Thanos blew that first fucking raspberry on him.
âYou- you wouldnât fuckingâŠâ he was breathing heavily, not from fear or panic, just pure ticklish aftershocks. âYou wouldnât fucking stop!â
âIt was just tickling, you prick. Didnât have to fucking bite meâ
Myung-gi tried to scowl but he still had the hint of an involuntary smile on his face. âIâll do it again, swear to god. Hit me, kick me, break my legs- I donât care. But Iâm biting your fingers off if you try thatâŠthat stupid kid shit againâ
âMan, Thanos, he sounds real madâ Nam-gyuâs voice was dripping with sarcasm. Thanos didnât answer. He hadnât taken his stare off of Myung-gi. His lip curled, jaw clenched, nose scrunched in something akin to disgust.
âNam-suâ
âNam-gyuâ
âNam-gyu. Hold his arms. Both of âem. Tightâ
Nam-gyu was admittedly hesitant- not because he thought Myung-gi had had enough. But because he didnât want his own skin being clamped down by scammer teeth.
âŠnevertheless, Thanos had asked something of him and he didnât want to disappoint. He slid menacingly round the bank of the bunk, where Myung-giâs head lay on the pillow.
Myung-gi floundered trying to sit up, to make a run for it yet again (which he knew would never have worked, but he could try, right?) however he was utterly boneless. He didnât succeed in getting far, feeling two strong hands tighten around his wrists and pull backwards over the âhead-boardâ of the bunk.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?!â He hissed through gritted teeth, trying to look backward over his taut shoulders at Nam-gyu. The only response was a mean chuckle.
âJust getting you comfortable, MG coinâ.
Thanos made an irritated noise under his breath, stepping back to the side of the bunk but this time climbing on top of Myung-giâs thighs, straddling him. Myung-gi stared up at him with panicked eyes.
âYou wanna bite, coin boy?â he sneered, both hands being placed gently on Myung-giâs sides. He drummed his fingers and snapped his teeth together twice in a mock-bite.
âGuess Iâll just have to make sure you canât close your fuckinâ mouthâ
Anxiety Coin
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A/N: I've said this on like, three separate fics, but THIS is truly the longest one. It's just under 10k LMAO. I hope y'all have time to spare if you're kind enough to read this :') I wanted to challenge myself and write a scene that 99% wouldn't happen in canon whilst keeping the characters accurate, and honestly I really really enjoyed it! I like to think they're not totally mischaracterised because these characters are my babies auughhhhh.
Also it's my birthday! My first fic being 22 years old omg...dare i say it's a bit of a birthday gift to myself hehehe.
I will preemptively say, Myung-gi has a panic attack in this and I tried to write it as accurate as possible, if that kinda thing triggers you then here's your warning :) I've had my fair share so I hope I wrote the scene somewhat accurately!
Summary: Myung-gi has an anxiety attack and can't calm himself down no matter what he tries. Luckily, his 'bestest friends in the whole wide world' are there to help! But not until he asks for it ;)
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It had been a day since Thanos and Nam-gyu had last destroyed Myung-gi withâŠwell, whatever that was. Myung-gi had far too much pride to admit first-hand the details, but the most important thing was that theyâd seemed to have gotten it out of their system. Maybe he was free now. Not having to stress about fingers in his sides or Thanosâ stupid face in his belly.
God, it was so embarrassing. He was a grown man, for gods sake! Once a highly respected crypto trader with a successful YouTube channel watched by millions, and now reduced to some kind of chew toy for a psychopath rapper and his psychopath friend.
âAt least they arenât hurting meâ he thought to himself whilst in line for whatever sad rations the guards were generously giving out today. âThatâs something, right?â
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He sat at his bunk, the two tormentors luckily far away from him- on the other side of the dorm, focused on whatever the fuck people like them were interested in.
They werenât irritating him anymore; Which was a bonus- Heâd had quite enough of them for at least a year. If he ever got out of here alive, heâd make sure to do whatever it took to block out the memory of them looming over him, chuckling and wiggling their fingers. Thanos had to have social media, right? Being so famous? Well, first things first, heâd be blocked on everything. Heâd no doubt come looking for âhisâ money and Myung-gi didnât think he could bear interacting with either of those idiots outside the games, where there were no guards or cameras or ârulesâ.
He watched as Thanos and Nam-gyu laughed about something on the steps opposite, chatting away with smiles on their faces, probably high out their minds. Every so often Thanos made some stupid DJ motion and Nam-gyu would bop his head like the action was actually producing sound. For once, in what felt like forever, they werenât even looking at him.
Whatever though. Why would he care about those psychopaths? It wasnât like he was part of their fucked-up team. All theyâd left him with was the ache in his ribs, the soreness of his throat from laughing so hard- it ultimately didnât matter.
No, he couldnât care less about them. As long as they werenât pestering him he was absolutely fine with the space- they could laugh and giggle about whatever the fuck they wanted to, they could stumble around like morons, It had nothing to do with him whatsoever.
However⊠he felt a strange, unfamiliar coil in his chest.
Lee Myung-gi was used to being alone. Heâd been on the run for 6 months after Dalmatian fell through, deleted all his contacts and essentially dropped off the face of the Earth (even Jun-hee had said she thought he died), so spending time with his own thoughts was nothing new.
But this was different. He wasnât sure what to name this feeling, this coil that continued to tighten behind his sternum. Fear, maybe? No, heâd felt that in the death games and this certainly wasnât fear. Anger? Maybe a bit, but it still didnât feel like the correct word.
It hit him suddenly as his skin prickled and his breathing shallowed- this wasnât fear, or anger, or even standard stress- this was anxiety.
And it was setting hard.
Within seconds he felt dizzy, his skin feeling two sizes too small. His hands shook and he rubbed at his chest with the heel of his palm, trying to regulate his rapidly-quickening breathing. He wrung his hands between each other, tugging at his fingers and then squeezing them together in an attempt to snap himself out of it. What the hell was wrong with him? He was fine a few minutes ago, how could he be spiralling so hard and so severely now?
There was no danger around. In a way, the dorm was actually quite peaceful right now- no shouting or fighting or druggies breathing down his neck.
But no matter how hard he tried to rationalise it, how hard he tried to force his traitorous brain into understanding, the anxiety grew and grew until it overshadowed any other thought. Suddenly, the dorm didnât seem as peaceful. Suddenly, his senses were highly aware of every mumble and cough and shuffle.
He just had to get somewhere private. The bathrooms were usually fairly quiet around this time- that was his best bet right now. He could ride it out in there until whatever the fuck was happening to him passed. Yeah, that sounded good.
His legs shook as he swung them off his bunk. The floor looked like it was coming toward him, and when he raised his head he could hardly make out the bunks on the other side of the dorm from how much his vision swam.
Myung-gi crossed his arms firmly across his chest, squeezing himself tight in an effort to self-soothe. He could hardly think straight, cold sweat sticking his player uniform to his frame. âJust one step at a timeâ he thought.
âThis wonât last forever. Just one step at a timeâ
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He stumbled into the (thankfully empty) bathroom, trying to take a full breath as he approached the sink and splashed himself with cold water. The icy shock made him gasp and he braced himself on the ceramic, attempting to focus on the droplets running down the bridge of his nose and cheekbones.
It helped for maybe half a second before the anxiety barrelled right back. Myung-gi scrubbed at his face with both hands, shoulders shaking like his skeleton was trying to break free. He pushed his palms down hard and patterns bloomed behind his eyelids.
A low groan escaped him and he shook out his wrists, bounced on his heels for a second, started pacing up and down. His mind wouldnât shut up, forcing images of him being mowed down in the next game, or worse- Jun-hee, pregnant with his child and only here because of him, being shot by a guard.
What if the next game was something he couldnât win? What if it was luck-based opposed to skill? Or something like the pentathlon where he had to rely on a team? Maybe something to do with brute strength? He wouldnât be able to win against one of the burlier players- he wasnât exactly weak himself, but there was always a bigger fish.
Thought after thought raced through his head at breakneck speed, never giving him a chance to figure out a solution of one potential issue before hitting him with a scarier, less-solvable potential issue.
The last time heâd felt pure animal anxiety like this was when Dalmatian crashed, and even then at least he had the relief of other options. What options did he have in here? There was no escape, no backing out or taking a break. The next game was coming and he would have to participate.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâŠâ he muttered as he ran his hands through his hair. He mustâve paced the length of the bathroom at least a dozen times by now, mustâve done the whole âwhat can you see, touch, hearâ routine fifty. Nothing was working.
Nothing was fucking wor-
âWell shit, MG coinâ
His heart dropped. No. No no no.
How did they always know where to find him?
He was back at the sink now, grasping the sides and near-hyperventilating. He couldnât move. Not even when he heard footsteps approaching.
âOi. You deaf now or what?â Thanos.
âSpeak when youâre spoken to, MG coinâ Nam-gyu.
He couldnât. He couldnât speak, couldnât move, couldnât do anything but take in shuddering gasps. The anxiety attack was at its peak now. All he could think of was the paralysing fear of standing at the opposite end of a Guardâs gun.
He hardly even noticed when walls of green appeared on either side of him, Thanos and Nam-gyu boxing him in.
âCoooooiiinâ Came the lazy drawl of Player 230. No response. He snorted and poked Myung-gi roughly on the arm. âAnyone home, man?â
âYou need to work on your people skills. What kind of greeting is this?â Nam-gyu cocked his head. They were both taller than him, especially now that he was hunched over, head between his arms, staring downwards. He couldnât even register their presence though. Couldnât register anything right now.
Myung-gi did nothing but shake, holding on white-knuckled to the sink. His breathing was audible, fast and almost painful sounding. The two bullies looked at him, and then at each other, and then at him again.
There was a beat of silence. Thanos poked him a second time, harder. No response but more strained breathing. More trembling.
Thanos looked over Myung-giâs head at Nam-gyu and made a face- a sort of furrowed brow, unsure expression that Nam-gyu just narrowed his eyes at, as if to say âThe fuck is up with him?â.
âYou think heâs having a stroke or something?â
Thanos scoffed.
âThe fuck is your problem, coin?â
Nam-gyu snorted and he gave a half-smirk, like he couldnât quite believe the audacity of Myung-gi to justâŠblock them out.
He used a heavy hand to nudge MGâs shoulder, who didnât budge given that he had such a chokehold on the pedestal in front of him. âWhy are you being so boring? I swear, stop ignoring us or Iâll slap you out of itâ
He was expecting a nasty response right back, some kind of flippant âGet lostâ. But there was nothing. No comment, no biting remark, not even a dirty look.
Nam-gyu hovered uncertainly for a few seconds. The way Myung-gi was justâŠstanding there, quivering and breathing heavy and being totally unresponsive was becoming unsettling.
âHey. Prickâ
Still nothing.
âMG coinâ Thanos crossed his ankles and leant on the wall. âYouâre freakinâ us out, manâ
Myung-gi broke his silent streak with a noise between a cough and a sob. 230 and 124âs heads snapped up to meet each otherâs gaze. Both men, for once, were speechless. A small smirk was on Thanosâ face but it seemed more bafflement than cruelty. Nam-gyu fiddled with a loose hair, brushing it behind his ears and tilting his head down at the conman, completely unaware.
âAre you...crying?â He sounded like he was trying not to laugh. âIs that was this?â
âHe is! Boyâs fucking crying!â Thanosâ face was that of a man in sheer disbelief. He brought a hand up to the collar of his player jacket, pulling it up over his mouth to hide a shocked grin. It wasnât for Myung-giâs benefit- the man wasnât even looking at him. Thanos could be breakdancing behind him and heâd be none the wiser, staring his scammy eyes into the sink. It was more out of complete incredulity that MG coin was standing here, crying, alone in the bathroom.
Oh, how heâd have loved to have seen him like this when dalmatian had first went to shit. It wouldnât have gotten his Won back, but it wouldâve made him feel just a bit better to see the scammer crying into his shirt, all alone. Hell, heâd probably have paid what little won he had left to experience it.
Nam-gyu was grinning broadly, looking MG up and down, nudging his shoulder against 333 in a faux good-natured display. âCâmon then, the amazing Myung-gi of MG coin! Whatâs got you bawling like a baby, huh?â
The bathroom filled with nasty laughter, Thanos and Nam-gyu chuckling and cackling. When it died down, replaced by small after-giggles, they were expecting Myung-gi to have gotten himself together. For their taunting to have given him a reason to wipe his eyes, stand himself tall, snap out of whatever pathetic depressive episode he was going through.
Constantly bored, both stared down at him with eager eyes, ready for another 2-against-1 (That they were sure to win, knowing his newfound weakness).
But still, nothing. It was gettingâŠweird, now. The atmosphere felt fuzzy, almost unnatural, which was saying something in a place like this. The bathroom was quiet, save for the ragged breathing of Myung-gi. They hated the unresponsiveness, hated not getting a rise out of him.
Thanos glared at Nam-gyu, making an obnoxious tut noise. Nam-gyu shrugged back at him. Myung-gi was supposed to be spitting venom at them, shouting and embarrassing himself like usual. The fuck was going on?
 The purple-haired man cast his gaze down at Myung-gi, his face painted in that exaggerated sneering look he wore so well. He very slowly bent his knees, bracing his hands on them and tilting his head upwards to see the scammerâs face. He could see the dissociation clear as day. The absent, wide-eyed staring at nothing.
His eyebrows raised as he stood himself back upright, slow as he had when heâd bent down. He met Nam-gyuâs gaze. Player 124 narrowed his eyes further.
Curious, he dropped into a semi-crouch, bracing himself on his knees similarly to how Thanos had done before straightening up and barking out a delighted laugh.
âHoly shit! Whatâs wrong with his face? He looks like heâs seen a ghostâ
A shuddering gasp wracked Myung-giâs frame.
ââŠDonât feel goodâŠâ
His voice came out barely audible, small and wavering. Neither 230 or 124 had actually heard the words- just that heâd said something.
Thanos was standing with his arms crossed now, head cocked to the side, not taking his eyes off the younger man. âWassat, MG coin?â he lilted, grin widening.
âI DONâT FEEL GOOD!â
The words came out so loud and sharp that Nam-gyu and Thanos visibly jumped, Nam-gyu taking a reflexive step back, Thanosâ shoulders jolting as he flinched hard. Their grins dropped.
âI donât- I donât fucking know whatâs wrong!â Myung-gi was still grasping the sink but now jolting his head back and forth between the two, who just stared wide-eyed. He was looking through them, still deep in the anxiety-induced dissociation. âI canât fucking breathe and- and everythingâs just- AGH!â
He pushed away from the sink and his hands flew to his hair, running through it again and again in frantic bursts. He wanted to cry but no tears came, despite his voice cracking. His feet moved without purpose, pacing a few feet before spinning back and doing it all again. âFuck fuck FUCK!â
Thanosâ eyes followed as he paced, ringed fingers twiddling at his zip. Nam-gyu was thumbing awkwardly at his bottom lip, trying to look busy. Neither knew what to do, what to say. Seeing Myung-gi genuinely distressed, sweating and shaking like he was going through withdrawals, voice cracking and scrubbing at his face, was something they werenât prepared for. He was usually so calm and composed. Seeing him lose his absolute shit for real?
It wasnât fun. Wasnât satisfying or scratching any kind of itch for them. It wasnât the entertaining irritation or anger that they usually invoked in him. Right now he wasnât MG coin, successful youtuber and witty con artist- he was just a man having a human moment.
Myung-gi made a choked keening noise from the back of his throat like he was trying to expel his anxiety through noise alone and continued pacing. Up, down, up, down. Neither of the druggies looked away, morbidly transfixed.
Thanos, despite what many may have thought, was actually rather emotionally intelligent. Manipulative, sure, but if anything that just proved the fact; he wouldnât be able to play into otherâs thoughts and feelings if he was as dumb as a rock.
He may have not been in touch with his own emotions, being high out of his mind most of the time, but that was a conscious choice. Making it into fame didnât come without his own spirals, dependencies, forced to learn how to calm down jittery backup dancers or even the occasional rival (if he thought they werenât much of a threat, that is). This, on top of dealing with drunken breakdowns or bad drug experiences over the years, had developed him a sharpened set of skills.
A set of skills that begrudgingly, heâd have to break out right there in the bathroom. For a man he couldnât stand.
The ex-rapper exhaled through his nose and lolled his head back, eyes closing like he was about to take on a strenuous chore. He waited for Myung-gi to hit the pedestal, turn back and pace those few same feet, and stepped himself into his path. As soon as Myung-gi turned back around, still mumbling rapidly to himself with his palms over his face, Thanos was right there in front of him.
âIâm going to die, Iâm going to fucking die- What have I done, oh my g- Ah!â Myung-gi gasped suddenly, pacing forced to come to a halt. His hands flew down and he looked up with huge, terrified eyes.
Two hands had grabbed him firmly by the shoulders. The touch was unexpected, not gentle but not rough either- just absolute.
The height difference between him and Thanos was pretty significant and he had to tilt his head upwards when the purple-haired man started talking.
âMG coinâ Thanos spoke slowly, clearly, face devoid of any usual mischief. He dropped his head and held Myung-giâs gaze and squeezed his fingers just once, forcing his attention. âYouâre freaking out man. Freaking us out, freaking yourself out. You gotta breathe, boyâ He could feel the youtuber trembling, the tremors running through his hands.
Nam-gyu hadnât said a word, hand still hovering by his lips, darting his focus between both men. Usually heâd scoff at something like this, especially with Lee Myung-gi involved. But for once he was on the side ofâŠwell, not empathy. He didnât really do empathy.
Something vaguely similar, perhaps.
Regardless, he trusted Thanos knew what he was doing and shit would go back to normal. (as normal as things could be, anyway).
âYou donât get it- you donât fucking get itâ Myung-gi placed his palms flat on Thanosâ chest and pushed him away; Thanos simply wrapped a hand round his wrist and pulled him back, resuming his hold on his shoulders with a âAh-ah, get back hereâ.
âFucking LET GO OF ME!â The younger man cried, trying to push him away again but Thanos had him in an unbreakable grip now. âHow the fuck would you know anything? Iâve seen youâ he shot a glare toward Nam-gyu, âand you!â he directed himself back toward Thanos, âpopping those fucking pills. Yeah, youâre not slick. Everyone here knows youâre nothing but washed-up junkie FREAKS!â
Thanos would be lying if he said he wanted to do anything else but throw Myung-gi to the floor and let loose on him right then. Those words cut deep. Heâd heard similar after the forgotten lyrics incident during rap battlegrounds, fans and haters alike blaming his fumble on drug use.
But he was no stranger to anxiety attacks, those horrible chest-tightening things that fogged the brain and reduced a person to their most primal survival instincts. Myung-gi didnât know what he was saying, not really. He was just functioning on autopilot, brain trying to stabilise itself any way it knew how.
âYouâre lucky Iâm an understanding typâa guy, Coinâ he said, words still slow and enunciated like he were talking to a child. âThat shit you just said? Man, if you werenât such a mess right now, thatâd really have pissed me offâ
Nam-gyu held his breath. Thanos wasnât about to lose his temper, surely? Not right now? Not that heâd mind, if anything itâd be entertaining, but stillâŠ
But his concerns were for nothing as Thanos continued with âWe ainât gonna get you better if you donât work with meâ
He spoke with such rare sincerity that Myung-gi stopped pushing, hands just resting on Thanosâ chest. It was more the confusion, than anything else. Intrigue, perhaps. Despite the spiralling, even his anxiety-riddled brain realised that Thanos was genuinely trying to help himâŠand that was weird.
Thanos didnât give him any chance to dwell. He had his attention and he was going to use it before Myung-gi fucked himself up again.
âJust breathe, okay? Weâll start thereâ
Myung-gi decided not to care about the unusualness of Thanos comforting him, so desperate for comfort heâd take anything. If it turned out to be a cruel joke thenâŠwell, thatâd be a bridge he could cross if he came to it.
A harsh squeeze brought him back to reality.
âOi, Coin-boy. I said breatheâ
âI-I donât know howâ
Behind them, Nam-gyu huffed a small chuckle and approached, standing by their sides.
âCourse you know how to breathe, MG coin. How the fuck are you still standing here if youâre not breathing? Youâd be dead, dumbassâ. He spoke with a light-hearted tone, trying his best to be somewhat âgentleâ, but poor Myung-gi, who was still shaking and chest heaving, just heard the word âdeadâ and- ohhh no.
His face crumpled and his hands left Thanosâ chest, grasping at his own, breathing coming out faster and shallower. âOh fuck- fuck, Iâm gonna die, Iâm gonna fucking die-â
Nam-gyu flinched and jumped back, Myung-gi practically dissolving in Thanosâ grip.
Thanos groaned and tossed his head back.
âUgghhhh, Nam-su! Whyâd you have to go and set him off again?â
âSorry, sorry! Uh-â He brought a hesitant hand to the panicked playerâs back and patted it awkwardly, utterly unused to comforting people, nevermind a guy he hated the guts of. âSorry, coin. Just- just calm down, okay?â
Myung-gi was doing anything but.
âLet go- let go of me, I have to get out of hereâ
Thanos could hardly keep hold of the man as he writhed and shoved without purpose, gasping. âWoah, woah! MG coin!â
âYouâre gonna be fine, idiot! Whatâs it gonna take to chill you out?â Nam-gyu had his hands raised like he wanted to shake the scammer out of it but something told him brute force wouldnât be too helpful in this situation.
âYeah, boy! Youâve survived so far, right? Youâre a smart motherfucker, whatever the next game is, youâll figure it out!â
Never in a million years did Thanos and Nam-gyu think theyâd be hyping up MG coin. It was surreal and so out of the ordinary it almost dissolved the panic attack right then and there.
Myung-gi desperately grabbed Thanosâ forearms. âYou think so? You think Iâm gonna be fine?â
The older man hesitated. He could break this off right now, push him away with a âjust get yourself togetherâ and walk off. Back to his corner, where it was just him and his Nam-su. Where they could resume zoning out and giggling at nothing.
But Myung-gi was looking at him with such a desperate, expectant fear, like he was the only other person who existed.
Ah, fuck it. Heâd already started this, why the hell not finish it?
He forced his face to soften just a little and breathed out slowly, like he was trying to rationalise just what he was about to do. âYeah. Yeah, MG coin. Youâre gonna be just peachyâ. He gave Myung-giâs shoulders a little rub, even forcing a smile.
âWhat if- what if Iâm not, though?â
Nam-gyu grinned, sensing the tension erode from Myung-gi. âThen you wonât be. But whatâs the point in worrying about that right now, huh? What is it they sayâŠâ he thought for a second before it came to him and he bounced on his heels, gesturing with his hands. âAh! Worrying about something just means you suffer through it twice! Right?â
ItâŠwasnât the best advice. Maybe if it had been in a different scenario, like Myung-gi stressing about a first date or issues with his channel, it wouldâve landed better. Made more sense.
But Myung-gi didnât care. The comfort, no matter how half-assed, was still comfort.
âLetâs try again with that breathinâ, boy. Come on, follow my lead. Weâll do it together- in through the nose, out through the mouth, yeah?â.
Thanos took a deep breath in through his nose, chest expanding, and felt relief that Myung-gi did the same. They exhaled together, and the older man could feel the younger relax his shoulders, the anxiety ebbing away slowly. It was still there- some basic breathing exercises werenât going to eradicate it completely. But at least it seemed to be helping.
They stood like that for a few more seconds, Thanos tracking Myung-giâs face to check for any signs of the spiral getting worse. Nam-gyu had tried to join in, more because itâd be awkward if he just stood there staring at two men breathing at each other, but the boredom and ridiculousness of the situation got the better of him.
He started to breathe purposefully loudly, In through the nose with an obnoxious sniff, out through the mouth with an even more obnoxious âHaaaaahâ. Couldnât that bastard be serious for more than thirty seconds?
âNam-su. Cut it outâ
âIâm helpingâ
âWhat, with Mongolian throat singing?â Thanos, still giving small absent-minded pats to Myung-giâs shoulders, tilted his head to face Nam-gyu. âHeheh, you sound like an old man on life support, broâ
âItâs the least I can do, reallyâ
âOr like one of them dogs with the squashed facesâ
âA bulldog?â
âNah nah, the other one. Looks like someone dropped mashed potato on the floorâ
âA Labrador?â
Thanos made a face and his shoulders shook. âDunno what kinda fuckinâ Labradors youâve been lookinâ at, boyâ
MG coin listened to them go back and forth like he wasnât even there. Annoyingly (or, maybe not), having some kind of normalcy was helping. Maybe he could pretend he was in a bar overhearing two idiots. Or a sports game, not that he ever really went to those. Or maybe even another universe completely. He wouldnât be surprised if those two were aliens from the planet âruin MG coinâs lifeâ.
âOi, coin. Yâlistening?â
Myung-gi blinked. âHuh?â
âI asked if you were feelinâ better. Donât wanna be babysittinâ your scamming ass til the next game, boyâ
Player 333 thought about it. He was still shaky, still experiencing palpitations that just wouldnât seem to quit. It wasnât anywhere near as bad as before, no way- but he still felt in a considerable amount of distress.
âIâŠI donât know. I donât think so, not reallyâ
He was expecting groans, or for them to go âwell, we tried, see yaâ and leave.
Instead, Thanos just rolled his eyes in mild annoyance and nodded. âOkay, man. Take your time, I guessâ.
Myung-gi was shocked. It seemed like they were really putting effort in here. Or, at least, as much as they were capable of when it came to him.
âWhy are you helping me?â He asked bluntly, fidgeting with the bottom of his jacket.
âDunno, really. Iâve been thereâ Thanos shrugged. He was staring with an uncanny level of intensity at Myung-gi. âThe whole thinkinâ youâre dying thing. Like the walls are closing in, like youâre not ever gonna feel right again. I wish Iâd had someone there for me when I got like that. Doesnât mean we like you or nothin. JustâŠdonât like seeinâ you all fucked up, is allâ
It was probably the most genuine, vulnerable thing Myung-gi had ever heard from him.
âYeah, and youâre no fun to fuck with if you canât react to us fucking with youâ
Aaaand Nam-gyu ruined it.
âGreat. Thanks, I guessâ
âAnytime, prickâ
Myung-gi groaned and shifted in place, shrugging Thanosâ hands off him. âMnnghâŠfeels like my heartâs gonna stopâ he muttered, crossing his arms tightly around his middle and shifting from foot to foot.
Thanos, without a single care for boundaries or personal space, grabbed Myung-giâs wrist and placed two fingers on the inside, where his pulse hammered.
âDamn. Shitâs going wildâ Thanos mused. âNam-su, feel thisâ
He held out Myung-giâs wrist to Player 124, ignoring the âach- hey!â.
Nam-gyu let out a low whistle. âWoah, dude. How are you even standing upright? Iâm surprised you havenât dropped dea-â Myung-giâs eyes widened and he stared hard at him, skin prickling like the anxiety was about to amp up all over again. Thanos cleared his throat, clenched his jaw and very subtly shook his head, as if to say âDonât you dare say what I think youâre about to sayâ.
âUhâŠnevermindâ Wow, good save.
He slapped Myung-giâs wrist twice and then gave a toothy smile. âStill ticking! Youâre in perfect health!â
Myung-gi managed to scoff quietly, taking his wrist back and rubbing it. âI justâŠI think I need a distractionâ.
âA distraction, eh?â Nam-gyu replied, then pointed at Thanos excitedly. âWant Thanos to do a backflip off a urinal? He can, I saw him do it once at the clubâ
âYeah! Watch, coinâ Thanos, without question or argument, was already bouncing over to the urinals.
Myung-gi screwed up his face in a baffled grimace. âNo-! I- I donât want to see you do a backflip off a urinal. Jesus Christâ
Thanos made a face. He couldnât believe anybody wouldnât want to see that.
âWowâ he shoved his hands in his pockets and took long, slow steps. âThatâs what I get for tryna help, huh? Talk about ungrateful. Iâd have fans begging on their knees to see that shitâ
âIâm not your fanâ
âTch. Yeah. No kiddingâ
The atmosphere had shifted. Myung-gi was having an actual conversation with these two. A really absurd conversation, sure, but this was probably the longest heâd ever gone without being shoved at or sent into hysterics in their presence.
But still the anxiety refused to budge. He needed an actual, proper distraction. Not Thanos with his acrobatics, or Nam-gyu with hisâŠNam-gyu-ness.
It hit him suddenly, like a brick to the skull. Oh.
Oh no.
Thanos and Nam-gyu mustâve noticed his defeated demeanour because they went quiet and hovered awkwardly, like they thought he was about to breakdown all over again and were trying their absolute best to be as un-breakdowny as possible.
ââŠWassup, boy?â Thanos side-eyed him.
âYouâre not gonna cry for real this time, are you? You look like you areâ Nam-gyu leant back like Myung-gi was diseased.
Myung-gi sighed loudly and stared at the floor tiles.
ââŠCan you guysâŠâ he made a face like even thinking about what he was going to say was causing him physical pain.
âCan us guysâŠ?â Thanos, still hands in his pockets, leant forward.
ââŠtickle meâ
Nam-gyuâs jaw actually dropped. Thanos just stared at him, frozen, one foot in front of the other from where heâd been dancing in place.
There was justâŠsilence. For a while. It stretched on so long that Myung-gi started to hope maybe they hadnât heard him and he could pretend he hadnât said anything. This was a mistake, surely. An embarrassing, horrid mistake.
âThe fuck did you just say?â Thanos was starting to process the words that came out of Myung-giâs mouth, a disbelieving smile tugging at one corner of his lips. Neither junkie took their eyes off the scammer, who was now hiding his face in his hands.
âIâm not asking againâ he muffled. âEither do it or donâtâ
Immediately Nam-gyu started to move, face lit up, fingers wiggling playfully. âArms up, MG coin!â
And to his (and possibly the scammer himself) disbelief, Myung-gi actually raised his arms, blushing furiously at the floor.
âStopâ
Myung-gi blinked and Nam-gyu looked over his shoulder. Thanos took a step closer and rested an arm on the club promoter, who slumped dramatically. âStop? Why? The guy literally asked for itâ
âOh, I get itâ Myung-gi intercepted before Thanos could explain himself. âItâs only fun when I donât want it, right? Canât get your kicks if Iâm having fun tooâ He lowered his arms and pointed at Thanos. âYouâre a sick freakâ
Thanos held up his hands. âWoah, boy. Youâre making us sound like some twisted olâ pervertsâ he resumed leaning on Nam-gyu, one ankle crossed over the other. It was his turn to point now. âAinât nobody in this damn shithole that would love to see your stupid face freaking out more than us, but Iâm just sayinâ, man- I dunno how I feel tickling a guy having a panic attackâ
He thought back to nights backstage, bad trips from his younger inexperienced days. The anxiety attacks heâd have before his first few big shows. The crushing weight on his chest after the rap battlegrounds incident. The last thing heâd have wanted, or needed, back then was for someone to tickle him.
And if Myung-gi spiralled halfway through, it wouldnât just be annoying or unsettling. It would be more time spent having to be nice to him.
Nam-gyu piped up, hand splayed toward Myung-gi incredulously.
âHyung, he literally asked for it. Heâs fine!â
âYeah, well, last time the asshole bit meâ
âThatâs because you wouldnât fucking stop!â came 333âs exasperated reply. âIâll keep my teeth to myself this time, okay?â
Player 230 scratched at his chin and looked Myung-gi up and down. The guy was obviously still not 100%, but after everything- the weirdness of helping him out, the stupid banter between him and Nam-gyu, the forced breathing session- he did seem calmer.
Meanwhile Myung-giâs brain was almost imploding trying to process the fact that Thanos had the chance to destroy him- him, who was apparently the âreason they were there in the first placeâ, who they very obviously resented- and was hesitating.
âI mean it. It would helpâ
Thanosâ thoughtful expression gave way to a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. He held his palms up and loosened his posture, swaying slightly. âAight, aight. Go on then, asshole. Lie downâ
âWhatâŠhere?â
âYes, here. You think weâre gonna do this out there? lettinâ anyone think weâre pals? Go on, get comfyâ
Myung-gi examined the tiles. Surprisingly, for a hellhole bathroom, it was surprisingly pristine. He almost laughed at the idea of the masked guards coming in with mops and buckets like committed housewives and scrubbing the place head to toe.
âOkayâ he sighed, squatting down on the floor, trying not to look at either of the duo as they loomed over him. He hesitantly lay himself down, one arm under his head like he was relaxing in bed and notâŠthis. His cheeks burned and he stared at the fluorescent lights, trying not to regret his decision.
Myung-gi half expected the anxiety to come roaring back at full pelt, but it stayed constant. Not getting worse, definitely not as bad as it was a few minutes ago, but certainly not getting better. The cold of the tiles pressed against his back, lending even more to his shivering. His free hand pressed against his chest and rubbed in firm circles. He hated this feeling. Hated that it ruined his usual collected nature, hated that it led him into this position.
But what other choice did he have? Who else could he go to? Jun-hee? Sheâd probably spit in his face if she didnât get her new teammates to escort him away first.
The two junkies dropped next to him. Thanos crouched by his side, arm braced on his knee casually, and Nam-gyu settled behind his head.
He suddenly felt a hand tug at the arm cushioning his skull. His breath caught and he shot up so fast that Thanos almost lost his balance.
âN-No! DonâtâŠdonât pin me, okay?â
Nam-gyu looked at Thanos, hands still in mid-air from where he tried to grab Myung-gi.
âWhatever. Give the scammer what he wants, Nam-suâ He shrugged. It would be more satisfying to just hold him down and go to town but right now he had to be conscious ofâŠergh, boundaries.
Nam-gyu tskâd and leant his head on his palm. âFine, fine. If youâre gonna whinge about it MG coinâ
Thanos gently pushed Myung-gi back down, more condescension than genuine care. âCâmon, back down you go, boy. Let us take care of ya, yeah?â
Myung-gi let himself be lay flat, glaring. âUgh, donât say it like thatâ
âWhy not? Weâre doing you a favour, right?â Nam-gyu scooted closer so he was looking directly down at 333, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. âSoooâŠanywhere you wanna start with, MG?â
Myung-gi flopped an arm over his eyes, jaw setting tight. âErghh, I donât knowâŠmy stomach, I guessâ He purposefully chose a spot he knew wasnât the absolute worst. He was, embarrassingly, ticklish pretty much everywhere- but he didnât want to go straight into being annihilated. Thanos and Nam-gyu would absolutely take advantage despite the ânicetiesâ, so he had to choose his words carefully.
âOh come on, MG coinâ Myung-gi peeked out from under his arm to glare at Nam-gyu. What now?? Heâd already thrown his pride in the gutter, were they really going to drag this out any longer?!
âChoose somewhere elseâ 124 nodded toward the youtuberâs lower torso. âI canât reach down thereâ
âBUT I CAN!â
Before Myung-gi could process anything further, Thanos had his hands practically buried in his stomach, kneading and squeezing the taut muscle with a manic grin.
âAH! HEHEHEHEY! I WAHAHAHASNâT- HAHAHahaHA!â
The younger man immediately started kicking and flailing, nerves lit up. Without being held down his limbs had the privilege of thrashing and he reflexively slapped at his tickler- not because he wanted it to stop, but just sheer uncontrollable instinct.
âWhy you getting aggressive, boy? You asked for thisâ But Thanos kept tickling, smirk only growing. The slaps didnât really bother him- if anything it just made the whole thing funnier. As long as the scammer wasnât freaking out for the wrong reasons, he could do whatever he wanted.
âFuhuhUHUHUCK!â Thanos was using two fingers on each hand to pinch lightly on the soft spots of his stomach, which tickled way more than it had any right to. But still, he didnât say stop.
His back arched off the floor when those pinches turned into deep kneading, fast and precise, legs involuntarily kicking. Thanos was chuckling at how silly it all was, possibly needing this himself even more than Myung-gi.
Nam-gyu did not share the same sentiment.
âHey, I want in tooâ 124 frowned. âMG coin. Lemme tickle youâ
He couldâve just started anyway. In fact, on any other day, he absolutely would. He didnât care about Myung-gi, not really. Heâd proved that over the past few âsessionsâ.
BuuuutâŠthe man was fragile right now. Prone to overwhelm. As annoying as it was, and as little as Nam-gyu actually respected the cackling prick below himâŠhe had to tread carefully. Which, disgustingly, meant Myung-gi was the one in control right now. Ugh, he could just vomit at the thought.
Didnât mean he couldnât be a huffy asshole about it, though.
âMyung-gi-ahhâ He said flatly, watching another pitiful slap land on his Hyungâs wrists. He gave MG coinâs shoulder a light poke, once then twice. âDonât you want me to have fun too? Donât be selfishâ
But Myung-gi wasnât listening.
âIHIHIHIHIHI! FUHUHUHUCK!â
Thanos was still hunched over, fighting the urge to straddle him and just let loose (ugh, those damn boundaries again), one knee braced on the floor to steady himself.
 âTickle tickle tickle!â He sang in a childish, condescending tone. âWhoâs a ticklish lilâ freak? Is it you? Yeah it is!!â His fingers snuck under the scammerâs player jacket, changing techniques and now scratching lightly over the thin shirt. His clawed hands moved in circles, like he was petting a dog, nails skimming smoothly.
 Myung-giâs laughter died into light giggles, slaps devolving into justâŠholding himself around his middle, twitching and tittering. Trying his absolute hardest to restrain himself from shoving the two bullies away.
How on Earth would that have looked? All that fuss and build-up just to lash out and call the whole thing off. BesidesâŠthe laughter, the sensation of the tickling itself, was working to distract him. Thatâs what heâd asked for, right? A distraction?
 The urge to get away was purely an unthinking primal reflex- Consciously, for once, he wanted the tickles to keep going.
âHeheheheâŠhehehe! Ahahaha!â He couldnât help it- despite Thanos being gentle, it still tickled unbearably in that giddy, skin-crawling kind of way. He rolled away onto his side, only for a hand to grab his shoulder and pull him flat again, instantly diving right back in with barely-there scribbles and scritches.
âDonât turn away, man! This is makinâ ya feel better, yeah?â
Myung-gi giggled into his hands, flushing an even darker red, so incredibly flustered he simply didnât know what to do with himself. He had no idea what to say, how to respond. What the fuck was the procedure?!
He couldnât exactly curse them out; he didnât want to risk pissing them off and landing himself in real trouble. Sure, they were helping him now, but he was still acutely aware of their hatred for him. If he seemed like he was being ungrateful or throwing their âhospitalityâ back in their faces, they could switch on a dime. Unpredictable at their core, he wouldnât put it past them to choose to disregard his boundaries within seconds if they thought he âdeservedâ it.
âAsked you a question, coinâ drawled Thanos. He was loving this. The knowledge that Myung-gi had asked, that he wanted to be tickled, was just too good. Ohhh, the opportunitiesâŠthe things he could drag out of him, the things he could force him to admit. âThis is making you feel better? Isnât it? Câmon, donât be shy. Answer meâ
But Myung-gi couldnât. Admitting it would be way too embarrassing! It was a miracle heâd even asked for tickles in the first place!
The tickling stopped.
MG coin giggled for a few seconds more, like his body hadnât caught up to the fact the stimulation had stopped, and then justâŠfroze. Peeling his hands away from his face to stare at Thanos with wet, watery eyes.
âWh-whyâd you- hehe- stop?â
Nam-gyu sat back on his hands, legs still crossed behind Myung-giâs head. âAw, for real? I didnât even get a turn, manâ
âDonât stress, Nam-su. Just thought we should get some real gratitude from the guyâ Thanos patted Myung-giâs chest- partly as mockery, and partly to discretely gauge the younger manâs anxiety. Any fast, panicked jittering? Any racing heartbeats pulsing on his palm?
If Myung-gi was going to suddenly lose his shit again then Thanos could bear to put aside his spite and just keep going without messing with him⊠but if he seemed fairly stable? Not about to rant and rave about dying or whatever?
Well, there wasnât any harm in fucking with him.
âCome on, coinâ he purred, rubbing a slow circle- again, disguising it as mocking affection, but really just expanding his range to feel for signs of anxiety. Focusing on the heartbeat beneath. He pressed just a tad harder- and to his delight, unlike when they felt his pulse earlier, the rythym was steady. Still faster than ordinary from the giggle fit and wavering post-anxiety jitters, but yeahâŠMG coin was back in commission.
Thanos narrowed his eyes with a mean smirk, hardly able to contain himself. âWeâre doing this for you, boyâ
âWhat do you mean âweâ? I havenât done anything yet!â
âYou can have the next go, Nam-suâ
Myung-gi looked down at the hand on his chest, still meandering in clockwise circles. âI meanâŠyeah, it was making me feel better, sure. Look, can you just-â
âNah boyâ Thanos cut him off. âthatâs great and all, but I think we need a little more than that if weâre gonna keep going, right Nam-su?â
Nam-gyu, catching on, grinned half-lidded and flicked Myung-giâs forehead with a âYouâve got a point, Hyungâ.
He didnât let it show, but his breath caught in his throat- he hoped that the sudden sharp flick, out of nowhere and unexpected for Myung-gi, wasnât enough to spook him and ruin everything.
But, no. Myung-gi didnât seem the least bit fazed, not even bothering to shoot Nam-gyu a glare. Thank fuck. Nam-gyu didnât know if he could deal with another MG coin therapy session.
âI think he should say thank youâ
Myung-giâs head snapped flat on the tile to gawk incredulously at Nam-gyu. âWhat?!â
âYeah, MG. Say it. Say thank you, and youâll get your ticklesâ Nam-gyu continued. âyouâre lucky weâre doing this for your robbing ass. If thereâs no appreciation, why would we keep going, eh?â He flicked again, making sure Myung-gi could see his hand coming this time. âWeâll just leave you here, all alone. You think youâre ready to go back to your sad little bunk, no friends, no team? Just you and your thoughts?â
Thanos felt a shift under his hand as myung-giâs chest jolted, just ever so slightly, but enough that he picked up on it all the same. He felt a few dull thuds, stronger than the rest, and shot Nam-gyu a hard look.
 But he didnât notice, full attention on Myung-gi, leaning over him in an almost spiderman kiss-style. His words were getting too sharp, too serious, too cruel. Thanos wouldnât care usually, in fact heâd absolutely be joining in, but he could feel the muscle beneath his ringed fingers tense up, shaking slightly, Nam-gyu getting into his head and threatening to start everything up all over again.
âHey, Na-â
âOkay, okay! Thank you, alright?â
Nam-gyu, still oblivious, clapped his hands together and propped them under his chin. âAwhh, youâre welcome, MG coin!â
Thanosâ words fell flat in his throat. He was relieved that he didnât have to stand up for Myung-gi, especially to his right-hand man.
Myung-gi shifted uncomfortably, both from embarrassment of thanking them for something as stupid as this, and also from Nam-gyuâs scything words. The idea of going back to his bunk now, no distraction or relief from his anxiety, was enough for him to actually grab Thanosâ wrist (still pressed over his heart) and moving it down to his side. Thanosâs eyes widened at the boldness but he didnât pull away.
âJust- just carry on. Pleaseâ
Nam-gyu felt an uncharacteristic flicker of guilt. Just a small one. Hardly there, but there all the same. He didnât like that Myung-gi seemed obviously more shaken after interacting with him, like he was diseased, and that heâd grabbed Thanosâ hand and practically begged him for tickles. Like he was some kind of safe space. This was supposed to be a joint effort!
Why the fuck was he seeking comfort in Thanos and not him?! That bastard was just as cruel as he was, right? He said things just as horrible as he did, didnât he?
But he noticed how Myung-giâs fingers were gripped around Thanosâ slender wrist, hatred forgotten. How he was staring at Thanos and completely ignoring him. He hated it. His inability to see how much more heavy-handed his words were made him even more resentful, because in his eyes- he was only playing around.
Saying that, it wasnât that he wanted Myung-gi to like him. No, nothing of the sort.
But him and Thanos had always tormented him together. Theyâd became friends because of their shared resentment for the scammer, their same pain of losing everything because of this one man. And now, what? Thanos was just letting him get all cosy? Oh hell no.
He could be just as charismatic and comforting as the rapper, right?
Thanos was still staring at the grip around his wrist. He wasnât expecting the scammer to be so forward, especially after how embarrassed he seemed to be about the whole situation. Myung-giâs hand was cold, grip desperate and unwavering.
The pruple-haired man cleared his throat and sniffed. âOkay, MG. Sure, man. Quit gettinâ all weird on meâ and started squeezing in fast little pulses, this time distracting himself from the weird, unpleasant feeling he couldnât quite name. Pity, maybe? Surely not, though. Not for Myung-gi.
Myung-gi instantly fell back into giggles, worries already washing away. Thanos stretched his other arm out to squish into the other side. âGotta be symmetrical, boyâ.
Nam-gyu was simmering watching them. Stupid Myung-gi. Stupid panic attack. Stupid everythi-
Tap tap tap
He looked down, surprised to see Myung-gi tapping the back of his knuckles on his knee. Trying to get his attention.
âY-you- heheheheihihi- cohohome ohohohon!â Despite the giggles, Myung-gi still somehow managed to keep that annoyed tone to his voice, encouraging Nam-gyu to join in as if it shouldâve been obvious the entire time.
Nam-gyu couldâve made a snarky comment about âWas just giving you the choice, dumbassâ, but honestly? After his own mini-spiral, he felt a reluctant sense of relief. Instead, he grinned, all teeth, and settled his hands under MGâs arms with a playful âGotcha!â.
Myung-gi had to fight the urge to slam his arms back down, to curl up into a ball and escape the tickles when Nam-gyuâs fingers danced under them. Scratching mercilessly and giggling in that unhinged way only he could achieve.
Thanos was still destroying his sides, abandoning all self-restraint and vibrating his fingers into the divots above his hips, that awful spot that made Myung-gi almost knee him in the face.
For a moment there was no taunting, no sarcastic, nasty remarks- just the sound of MG coin laughing his head off. Occasionally heâd grab at Nam-gyuâs elbows, but not to push away. Just to ground himself.
Of course, there was only so long the two druggies could hold back their impish ways.
Nam-gyu was the first to break, grinning so hard his cheeks ached.
âAwh, look at him, holding on to meâ He drilled his fingers into a few upper ribs, earning a yelp. âYou good down there, coin?â
âAHAHAHAHAHAHA!â
âIâm gonna take that as a yesâ
Thanos had made his way to Myung-giâs thighs, burrowing into the flesh and making his legs tense from how hard he was trying to keep them from flying at all angles. âCourse heâs fine! Weâve put him through worse than this, right, MG coin?â he targeted the softness of his inner thighs, using his knuckles to grind in and shake at the muscles. Myung-gi grabbed Nam-gyu so hard his fingers burnt, trying so hard to just take it. âThis is us being real niceâ
âSH-SHUHUHUHuh-SHUT UP!â The hysterical man cackled, but it was more from being so flustered than real insult.
Nam-gyu and Thanos looked at each other briefly and feigned hurt.
âYa hear that Nam-su?â
âNam-gyuâ
âYa hear that Nam-gyu? Telling me to shut up like that?â
âItâs the only thing I heard. Hasnât gotten any quieter from last time, has he?â He replied, squeezing at where the tendons of Myung-giâs arms met his shoulders. The tickle was a different type of feeling that 333 wasnât prepared for, deeper and unbearable in that âholy fuck, get OFFâ way. He screeched (a sound heâd later deny making) and slammed his arms down, only succeeding in trapping the squeezing fingers.
âDamn, coin, I know you wanted this and all, but donât get desperateâ 124 teased and squeezed harder, working the muscle like dough. Myung-gi tried to curl up, resistance be damned, knees bending to try and kick Thanos off from where he was still ruthlessly pinching.
âOhohohOKAY! BREAK! BREAHAHAHAK!â the desperate words shot through the hysterics, Myung-gi windmilling his arms uselessly at anything within slapping distance.
To his surprise, they stopped immediately. Player 333 rubbed his elbow over his eyes, drying small tears in the crook of his arm. His face was so hot it could rival the sun, giggles still streaming from his lips. There was still a part of him that couldnât believe this was actually happening.
âAhhh-hehehe-just, just give me a sec, okay?â He murmured into his arm. âHoly shitâŠâ
âYouâre not giving up now, right?â Thanos gave a harsh poke to the thigh, making Myung-gi snicker and jolt his leg.
âN-no, Iâm fine, just-whew- just let me breathe, holy fuckâ
Thanos and Nam-gyu stared down at him. Truthfully, they wanted nothing more than to just dig right back in and make him scream, but even they knew better than to push too hard right now.Â
âSure, man. Catch your breathâ Thanos nodded and played with the seam of his pockets, trying not to look too interested. Nam-gyu shook out his hands, trying to seem serious but giggling despite himself.
âjust take shallow breaths, or whateverâ
Myung-gi swatted at him. âI know how to breathe, fuckheadâ
âYâsure?â 124 rubbed a thumb under MGâs eye to brush away a tear. Myung-gi justâŠlet him. âThatâs not what you were saying earlierâÂ
âYeah, well, that was earlierâ
âSo itâs helping then?â Thanos nudged his foot against Myung-giâs. âFeeling like youâre still gonna burst into flames?âÂ
MG coin took a deep breath, like he was test-running his own lungs.Â
ââŠyeah. Yeah, itâs helpingâ he muttered. There was an undeniable tinge of shame to his voice, and he burrowed his head further into his elbow. He hated that he felt grateful for these two fucks having turned up at the right time, but the alternative? Him being alone, tweaking out in the corner of a random cubicle, clawing at his own chest? Well, it could be a lot worse.
âCan we carry on, or what?â Nam-gyu blurted in the bluntest, driest tone imaginable, like myung-gi needing any recovery time at all was a great inconvenience.
âGive me a fucking second, I said!â
Nam-gyu rasied his hands like heâd just been burnt. âOkay! Shit! Not gonna do anything unless you say!â
âExcuse me if I donât trust youâ Myung-gi said without any real bite. âYou donât exactly have a history of listening to meâ
âJesus, boy, you sound like a damn therapistâ Thanos snorted, dismissing him. âSo dramatic, eh?â
333 flipped him off weakly- which, for a moment, he feared would piss them off into treating him to a real âNam-gyu and Thanos specialâ, but Thanos simply flipped him off right back.
âOkay, okayâ he flopped his arms backwards, practically onto Nam-gyu, offering himself up. âIâm ready. Go for itâ
But as soon as their hands approached, he squeaked and flinched and drew his limbs close to himself in a protective manner.
âYo! The fuckâs wrong?â Thanos withdrew his hands, looking at him like heâd grown a second head.
âYeah, coin. Wastinâ time over here. Donât want that nasty anxiety to come back, do you?â
âSorry, sorry! I just- I know itâs comingâ
âSo?â
âSo, I canât help it! Itâs just a reflexâ
âGodâs sake. Just likeâŠclose your eyes or somethinââ
âUnless you want me to hold you down?â Nam-gyu said with far too much excitement.
âNo.â
Suddenly his vision turned black as a firm hand came over his eyes.
âFine. This better?â
âAh! What the fuHUHUHUHUCK! HEHEHEHEY!â Electric shocks of sensation shot up his sides, his stomach, under his arms and his ribs as suddenly there were hands everywhere, tickling madly. With his sight obscured, every touch seemed to tickle 10x worse, and he gave up trying to hold back instinct and thrashed madly.
He heard them laugh, delighted at how much he was losing his shit. Nam-gyu pressed down harder, using his free hand to dig at his ribs, up and down up and down, making him laugh so hard he almost went silent.
Thanos had his hands in âspadeâ positions, vibrating and shaking into the flesh of Myung-giâs abs and moving them slowly outwards, targeting his sides and even going so far as to shimmy them beneath Myung-giâs arched frame, âmassagingâ into the muscle.
Myung-gi felt his knee connect with something soft and an âOW MG coin!â from Thanos, but the tickling continued.
âSOHOHOHO-AH!- SOHohohORRY!â He squealed, hating himself instantly for apologising like he was some kind of guilty child. Sure, heâd asked for this, but after everything prior theyâd put him through? Well, they were lucky it was just a knee.
âPff, whatever bro. Next time Iâm kickinâ you right back, you little shitâ He hardly heard the reply, but could somehow register the tone as more teasing than genuinely threatening. It wouldâve shocked him if it werenât for today being the weirdest day of his entire life.
âYou sound so happy MG coin~!â Nam-gyu sang, fluttering his fingers up Myung-giâs neck and collarbone, making him hike up his shoulders. âYou enjoying this? Yeah?â
âHa, yeah, Coin. Tell us how much youâre lovinâ thisâ
âNOHOHOHOHO! FUhuhuHUCK OFF!â
âWell, shit. Sounds like you kinda want us to stopâ Nam-gyu moved his tickling hand away, and-
âNo! Dohohont!â
âOh, donât? Donât what?â
Thanos worked in tandem with his lackey and halted his own fingers, still lightly tracing but not enough to do anything but pull light giggles out the scammer. Myung-gi couldnât see him, either of them, but he knew they were grinning. Ugh, assholes.
He couldnât believe he was about to say this.
ââŠDonât st-stohohohop, okay? There! I saihihid it!â
âAnnnnd?â
âAhahahandâŠIâm enjoying ihihihitâŠâ
âAwh! Good little scammer!â
Myung-gi yelped as the tickling resumed, harder this time. In a way, he was glad he couldnât see them- he didnât know if heâd ever recover seeing their gloating faces after admitting he was enjoying being tickled. By them. As a grown man.
What he wouldnât tell them, though, is that his anxiety had disappeared minutes ago.
What they wouldnât tell him, but would definitely laugh about to themselves later, is that they knew.
You're doing what?
A/N: -Slams this on your desk so hard it breaks- THE LONGEST FIC I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. IT IS DONE. GOOD GRIEF. Requested a very, very long time ago by @ros-is-thinking, I had a lot of fun writing this despite how much time it took me to complete eeeek. Thanks for your request! This is supposed to take place when Thanos and Nam-gyu fight Myung-gi after red light, green light.
Thereâs a sequel now! Here!
I wouldn't say this is 'intense', but it does contain prolonged tickling- However there's no real danger involved. Includes a lot of teasy Thanos and Nam-gyu which we all love ;)
Summary: Thanos and Nam-gyu are offended that Myung-gi exists. They think he's too peaceful, too calm and collected despite the fact they're right there in the dorm with him- so take it upon themselves to instil some much needed chaos upon him. Thinking they're beating the poor man, 'Young-il' tries to intervene.
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Thanos and Nam-gyu watched intently as player 333 strode across the dorm to his bunk. He leisurely opened up the metal tray of rations theyâd been given after red light, green light (as if it were some kind of reward) and sat cross-legged, settling in as if he were comfortable.
Comfortable- in a desperate place like this. With desperate people like these.Â
They almost took it as a personal offence. He practically RUINED their lives, and here he was- in a hellhole where everyday is just a new chance to die, a new chance to see more suffering- a new chance for them to beat his assâŠand he was just fucking chewing rice casually. Like he was sitting at home filming another youtube video for his low-life channel.
How dare he be so calm and collected when he knew they were in the same vicinity? After theyâd sized him down during the consent form signing, making it abundantly clear how much shit he was in, how crucial it was that he watched his fucking back?
It made their blood boil.
âDude, look at that prick. Just- just sitting there. Useless little shitâ
âIâm looking, Nam-suâ
âNam-gyuâ
âIâm looking, Nam-gyu. Real piece of work ainât he?â Thanos leant an arm on Nam-gyuâs shoulder, waving his hand lazily. âCanât believe weâre stuck in here with that assholeâ
Nam-gyu snorted. âIf only heâd been shot like the rest of those leeches in that fucked-up game, huh?â
Thanos tilted his head back with a cruel half-lidded smirk, leaning more weight on Player 124, exhaling sharply through his nose.
âYeah yeah, like, if heâd just tripped on his own fuckinâ feet or somethinâ, and heâd be all-â
He held his other hand up in a mock-surrender, hunching his shoulders theatrically, mimicking in a high-pitched voice, âNooo, please donât shoot meee!âÂ
Nam-gyu huffed out a laugh, holding his own hands up and joining in on the bit, thrilled to pieces. âThereâs still so many people I havenât scammed! Donât put a bullet in my head! Nooo!âÂ
Their shoulders shook with cruel mirth at Myung-giâs expense, like schoolboys bullying a quieter student.Â
The laughter quietened down, resentment replacing it instead. It was fun to laugh about it, butâŠthat wouldnât solve anything. That wouldnât take away the fact they had to join these games in the first place, the fact they were in debt. It wouldnât take away the embarrassment of trusting him, only for everything to be pulled out beneath them and losing all of it.
Nam-gyu, ever the antagonist and always spoiling for a fight, leant in closer to Thanos and dropped his voice low.
âWanna go put that dumbass in his place?âÂ
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Myung-gi took another bite of his food and tried to avert his gaze from the other players. That game had been brutal. He could still hear the panicked screams, the thuds of bodies around him of the unlucky players who lost their cool, the gunshots.Â
He tried not to look at the bloodstain on his forearm from a nearby player getting their head blown to pieces. No, from now on he was focused purely on himself. Keeping a level-head and an air of selfishness was the only way heâd survive.
He brought another spoonful of food to his mouth and chewed mechanically, not even tasting it, just trying to fuel himself.
At first, he didnât even notice the shadows over his bunk.
âOiâ
He jumped and looked up. Thanos and Nam-gyu stood in front of him, smirking nastily.
Great. Absolutely fantastic. Just what he fucking needed.Â
He sighed and looked back down at his food. Maybe if he ignored them theyâd go away.
A rough shove to his shoulder shattered his hopes.
âOi. Iâm fuckinâ talking to you, coinâ
He met Thanosâ eyes with a tired expression, already done with whatever bullshit the two violent bastards were about to start spewing.
âWhat? What do you want?â
Nam-gyu took the lead now, staring down at him like he was something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe.
âYouâre really eating right now? After seeing all those people die?â
âYeah MG coin- whatâs wrong with you, huh?â
Myung-gi tried not to take it to heart. He knew they were only saying this shit for the sake of saying it. They cared less than him about the dead players- hell, he was pretty sure he actually saw Thanos push some over.Â
âStuffing your face like itâs the first damn meal youâve ever had, and still so skinny. Youâre such a pig, manâ sneered Nam-gyu with a flick to Myung-giâs forehead. Myung-gi flinched and just looked forward at nothing, still not trying to give too much of a reaction.
âWe lost everything because of you, boy. You donât even care, do you? That you fucked with our lives?â
Myung-gi bit back the urge to say something snarky about ânot caring about them full stopâ but he wasnât stupid enough to attempt to provoke them further. He had to pick his battles in a place like this- he wasnât going to risk a broken bone or infected wound over these two.
Instead he raised his eyebrows and gave a little nod, trying to give off as âunderstandingâ as a look as possible in hopes theyâd think they won and leave him alone.
âYeah, I get it. NowâŠcan I eat?âÂ
He went to take another bite and expected them to saunter off but suddenly a flash of green in the corner of his vision shot to the metal tray in his lap.Â
Nam-gyu had his fingers round the dented edges and was trying to take his fucking food from out of his hands.
He only just managed to tighten his own grip, fingers catching on the opposite side of the tray, and was now engaged in a tug-of-war with Player 124.Â
âWh-hey! What the fuck?â He exclaimed and grabbed on with his other hand, jerking back with both arms to try and prise his food free. âLet go!â
Nam-gyu wasnât expecting resistance, convinced heâd have caught Myung-gi off guard, and acted almost offended at the gall of MG coin to try and keep his own meal.
âGive it to me, you prick. You donât fucking need itâ
Myung-giâs face was a mixture of disbelief and fury, the edge of the tray cutting into his fingers. âItâs my fucking food, asshole!â
At the corner of his eye he saw Thanos still leaning on the railings. He snorted like this was all a game and reached over to jab him sharply in the side. âJust hand it over, coin. Skinny fuck like you is probably used to feeling hungry, right?â
Myung-gi still didnât relent and spat out a spiteful âfuck you!â and pulled harder. He barely registered the jab in his side- until it happened again. And again. And got harder, more sporadic, Thanos sparing no self-restraint. At first it was just annoying, maybe even kind of painful, but then he felt a jab right under his ribs- and that wasnât painful at all. Annoying still, yeah. Uncomfortable? All the way. But not painful this time.
No, it was even worse. It tickled.
Thanos wasnât even trying to tickle him, obviously. They were only over here in the first place to intimidate and push him around, thinking they were justified to do so. But his body didnât care- it did tickle.
Myung-gi tried his best to not give a reaction, still desperately holding the tray. Thanos, completely oblivious to what he was actually doing, prodded again and again. His finger was slowly, terrifyingly making its way up his ribs, making direct contact. These jabs were harder too, as if trying to burrow between his bones.Â
And fuck, Myung-gi could probably force himself to just ignore it if it had only been once or twice, but it was constant. Jab jab jab. He could feel his resolve fading rapidly, his grip on the tray shaky in an effort to not slap away Thanosâ hand.Â
âS-stop it, assholes! Give it ba-AHK!â
It was a gamble in itself to try and talk with Thanosâ finger still tormenting his ribcage and he immediately regretted it- but luckily neither bully seemed to pick up on it, probably thinking it was a sound of angry discomfort- or just completely caught up in their tormenting antics to care. Either way, he just needed to keep his shit together until they got fed up of this and pissed off back to their sad little corner.
He honestly did consider justâŠletting it go. Handing over the food, being done with it, but his pride said no. Theyâd already humiliated him earlier by getting themselves all up in his face, and more importantly- he didnât know the deal with meal times in this hellhole. Were the players only fed once a day? Would this pitiful tray be the last thing he ate before whatever fresh hell came tomorrow? If that was the case (and he was starting to think it could be), then he needed this food. He couldnât afford to be foggy and tired in the next game, distracted by hunger. It could cost him his life.
So he scowled up at Nam-gyu and pulled back harder, so hard his arms ached, ignoring their annoying taunts- but Thanos kept jabbing, and he was already on edge, and-
âGhk-! AHAha!â
He froze instantly, and so did they. It was almost comical the position they were in- three grown men, two frozen in place connected by a sad little metal box, one equally as frozen leaning with his finger attached to oneâs ribs.
Myung-gi went bright red. He wasnât even pulling on the tray anymore, but neither was Nam-gyu. Player 333 stared at nothing, eyes wide and hoping the thin mattress would just swallow him up.Â
The silence stretched for a few awkward seconds, Thanos looking from Myung-gi (who was still staring ahead, willing himself to not exist) to Nam-gyu. They met each others gaze and a lop-sided smile started to grow on the purple-haired mans face. His eyes slowly locked in on 333.
âThe fuck was that noise, coin?âÂ
No answer. Just a cold deep dread coiling through Myung-giâs chest. Nam-gyu took this lack of attention from the ex-youtuber to roughly rip the tray from Myung-giâs hands. Myung-gi flinched and instinctively went to grab it back, rocking forward on his knees and arms stretching out-
âHey. Speak the fuck upâ another jab to his ribs, now much more exposed thanks to him reaching forward, another jolt and a strangled yelp, this time throwing himself back onto his elbows and pulling himself further up the bunk. He crossed his arms over his middle protectively. It looked slightly pathetic, but he didnât care.
Thanos furrowed his brow and gave a disbelieving laugh, Nam-gyu taking a handful of rice (he wasnât about to use the same spoon that dirty scammer was using, so hands would have to do) and taking a bite. Neither of them looked away from the man for a second.
âThanos, manâ he gave a flippant point vaguely in Myung-giâs direction between chewing, âI think our little friend here has a sensitivity problemâ.
âYouâre telling me. Boy jumped like Iâd electrocuted himâÂ
Myung-gi forced a hard expression onto his face and shifted himself just a bit further up the bed.Â
âLeave me alone. You got what you wantedâ he stared pointedly at Nam-gyu who was still leisurely eating hisfood, âthereâs no reason for you to hang aroundâ
Thanos took a step round the bunk, and then another, getting steadily closer. His smile grew with each step but it wasnât friendly- it was a cruel, amused grin that resembled more of a grimace, as if he was plotting.Â
âOh, I think thereâs a lot of reason for us to hang around, MG coinâ he murmured in a low, hungry tone.Â
Nam-gyu took another bite and placed the now-empty tray haphazardly on a nearby bunk and started walking round the other side, mirroring Thanos. Myung-gi quickly found himself boxed in- he couldnât peddle backwards, there was railing behind him. He couldnât race forwards, heâd never get up and moving in time before they grabbed him. And obviously, with them stood at either side, escaping via the left or right was undoubtedly not an option.Â
He stared up at them, head frantically whipping from one man to the other. Nam-gyu wiped the rice residue off on his jacket and looked toward Thanos.
âSo, weâreâŠ?â
âOh yeah, weâre tickling himâ
âPerfectâ
And suddenly there were hands atop of him. He hardly registered it at first, the fingers of these men he HATED digging directly into his most ticklish spots. It was surreal, because surely- they should be beating him? Punching and kicking and hurting him? But no- there was no pain. There was only sudden, awful, horrendous tickling.
âWHAT THE FUHUHHUHUCK?!â
He kicked and thrashed but they were on either side and there was no escaping it. Thanos had his ringed fingers clawing at his ribs with one hand, the other hand holding Myung-giâs wrist out the way.Â
Nam-gyu was doing similar, making sure Myung-giâs other hand couldnât intercept their fun. His free hand was at Myung-giâs stomach, no real technique, just vibrating his fingers into the muscle rapidly in little nonsense patterns. Not hard enough to hurt- that wasnât the goal right now. The goal was to make this smug little bastard scream.
âSTOP! STOHOHohoHOP IHIHIT!â Myung-gi cackled furiously, Straining at his wrists so he could push them away or slap them or do something- but the only thing he could do was laugh helplessly.Â
Nam-gyuâs eyes were wide in playful cruelty, like he couldnât quite believe the reactions they were drawing out of this poor, squirmy man beneath them. Thanos was equally amused, almost laughing along with Myung-gi at how ridiculous this all was. Fun as fuck, of course- but ridiculous nonetheless.
âHoly shit. Heâs likeâŠticklish incarnateâ Mused Player 124.Â
âGiggly little thing, ainât he? Murmured Thanos, moving his tickling hand to join Nam-gyuâs at the stomach. He formed his hand into a claw and scrunched rapidly. âJesus, coin, could you get any louder?â
âLookit that smile! He loooves this!â
âHA! Yeah! You enjoying yourself, MG? Enjoying being tickled stupid by two guys who canât fuckinâ stand you?â
âI dunno Thanos, I actually do kinda like him like this. All blushy and squirmy. Like a wormâ
âA ticklish wormâ
At their teasing, Myung-gi somehow flushed even redder and screamed a desperate âSHUHUHUT UP!â, knees drawing up as he tried to curl in on himself. Thanos paused his tickling to roughly push his legs back down before going right back to it.
 âAwhhh, heâs all embarrassed. Donât worry, boy. We wonât tell anyone youâre a ticklish lil shitâ
âWonât have to tell anyone. Theyâre probably hearing it right nowâ
Nam-gyu squeezed at his sides, applying firm pressure with the pads of his fingers. This, paired with Thanos scrunching and clawing at his stomach, was far too much. Heâd much rather they just beat him- at least then he could breathe through it. Pain was something that stopped, something that was predictable.
 But this? This wasâŠwell, harmless, really. Thatâs what made it so awful. It was something so stupid, so childish (something that Myung-gi believed both men probably excelled at being) that his brain couldnât keep up; because what the fuck was happening right now? Â
And most importantly- there was no âbreathing through itâ. There was no predictability. Each squeeze and jab tickled worse and worse because tickling was something he justâŠwasnât used to.Â
âAHAHAHAHahhAHA! STAHAHAHAP! FUCK OHOHOFF!â
âThatâs not very nice, my boy! Arenât you grateful weâre making your miserable ass laugh?â Thanos dug sporadically under the smaller manâs armpit, drilling and jabbing in ticklish bursts. âYâknow, Iâm actually kinda jealous of you right now, Coin-boyâ
âJealous?â Nam-gyu replied.
âYeah, man. I mean, just look at him. He doesnât have to worry about his debt, or the fact half of Korea want him the fuck dead, or tomorrows gameâ He spoke with such mocking sincerity it was almost laughable, as if he was genuinely trying to convince them. âHe just has to laugh. And laugh. And laughâ Another giggly shriek, another nasty scoff of âThatâs your job now, prick. Youâre payinâ us back in giggles and youâre still so far behindâ
And with that, the self-restraint went out the window and Thanos decided he wasnât satisfied with just one hand- he released his grip on Myung-giâs wrist and brought his other hand down to his stomach, both hands now scribbling and squeezing in tight little pulses rapidly. He laughed with malicious glee as Myung-gi screeched and arched upwards, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the mattress. âAww, tickly tickly little scammer~!â
He briefly tried to sit up, core aching with the strain, only for the ticklish sensation to overtake him and fell right back down again, head lolling back on the pillow as he laughed helplessly.Â
Nam-gyu snorted at this and gave Myung-giâs wrist, the one he was still holding, a playful shake. His other hand still clawed into his waist like it had personally offended him. âThatâs right, prick! Just lie back and take itâ
âihihIHIHIhihi! I cahaha-cahahant! GehEHEHET OFFAHAHAHA MEEEheheehee!â
 Now that the hand previously grabbed by Thanos was free he reflexively grabbed at the first thing he could- Player 124. The crueller of the two. He wrapped his fingers around the slender wrist and pulled, momentarily dislodging it and focusing absolutely every ounce of energy in keeping it that way.Â
The bastard made a disgusted âtchâ noise, looking up at Thanos and saying a casual âhelp me out here, manâ.
But Thanos was having way too much fun indulging in the two-hand torture. Heâd moved both hands to Myung-giâs ribs, one focusing on the lower end and the other the higher, utterly engrossed in his task.  Smiling wide, baring teeth with an utterly unhinged glint in his eye. Each individual rib got an intense amount of attention, as if Thanos were trying to fulfil some twisted last wish of âMake Myung-gi cryâ.Â
âNam-su, Iâm kinda in the middle of somethingâ he muttered without looking up, giddy grin almost splitting his face in two.
âHeâs got his fucking scammy claws in me, man. Assholeâs hurting meâ.
âThen just use your other hand?â Thanos spoke as if it were a nuisance to even be having such a conversation. Nam-gyu huffed and said an exasperated âBut then heâll have both hands free and thatâs more trouble than heâs worthâ.Â
âYeah, but lookâ Thanos ruthlessly clawed and kneaded with more purpose now, lighting up with delight when Myung-giâs forced laughter went up an octave. He looked up at Nam-gyu with a wide open-mouthed smile and eyes that practically shone. It was almost performative, proud, like he was trying to say âLook at how much more efficient I am, Nam-gyu!â.Â
Without waiting for his friendâs reaction, he closed his hands into loose fists and knuckled up and down the length of Myung-giâs ribcage in a âwashboardâ style, knuckles bumping over every ridge and curve in the bones. His hands went so fast they almost blurred. The pressure was horrible, perfect, manufactured to overwhelm the nerves without a shred of pain to dull the sensation.
Myung-gi lost. His. Shit.Â
This was by far the worst thing heâd ever felt. His brain turned to mush and- to ground himself, not even to push away anymore- his grip tightened on Nam-gyuâs wrist instinctively. The man let out a sharp hiss but didnât pull away (it didnât matter to him if Myung-gi wanted to be pathetic and clingy), just gave a sharp âWatch it!â.
Player 333 was in fact not watching it. He saw stars behind his eyelids from how bad it tickled, not even caring anymore about the humiliation or the jeering. His laughter reached an unholy level of volume, so much so that Thanos reflexively flinched and cringed from the noise for a second.Â
âSEE!â He wheezed delightedly, one shoulder semi-bunched to his ear like it would block out the godless shrieking from the man below.  âHeâs goinâ MAD!â
âSTOPSTOPSTOP!! STOHOHOHO-AHAHAHA!â The younger man was practically spasming, desperately trying to twist onto his side to make his ribs inaccessible. Other players in the dorm were looking their way now- how on earth could they not?Â
Nam-gyu just wore an annoyed expression, flexing his hand slightly to regain blood flow.
âYouâre hogging himâ he said flatly.
Thanos rolled his eyes playfully. Sure, it was fun to torment the scammer on his own, but Nam-gyu made it so much better.Â
 âAlright, alright. Donât cry about it, Nam-su. HereâÂ
âŠAnd for one glorious momentâŠthe tickling had stopped. Myung-gi gasped, still letting out high-pitched giggles as Thanos leant over and grabbed his trembling hand. In a mockingly careful action, he prised his fingers off the skin, making a low whistle at the deep crescent marks left in Nam-gyuâs flesh.
âMan, bastard did a number on you, huh? Câmon boy, give me thatâ.
His hand came away with little resistance and Myung-gi jolted as he realised- now he had nothing to defend himself. Not that his attempt was very effective anyway, but it was something. His hand felt empty without Nam-gyu to grab onto. As much as he couldnât stick player 124, being able to hold something- even if it was him- had helped as an outlet to alleviate the sensation. Now? There was nothing.
Thanos straightened up like heâd just finished completing a benign task, casually sniffing and saying âthere you go, boy. Happy now?â
âVeryâ Nam-gyu replied. And then-
They started to close in on him again. Fuck, no no no-
Myung-gi panicked and tried to come up with some kind of diversion.Â
âW-WAIT!â The two men looked down at him, uninterested. âUgh, what is it now, MG coin? I wanna get back into it alreadyâ groaned Nam-gyu, as if Myung-gi trying to defend himself was some kind of unnecessary overreaction. Player 333 darted his eyes from Nam-gyu to Thanos, and then to the slats of the bunk above, desperately trying to come up with anything.Â
âUh, I- IâŠâ But there was nothing. His brain was scrambled. Usually so adept at talking his way out of situations, his quick-thinking wit failed him as his mouth opened and shut uselessly. How could he form any coherent lie just like that after having his soul tickled out?
So, he resorted to the next best thing- trying to make them realise how stupid this all was. Maybe theyâd get a grip and leave him alone?
âLook, youâre- this- I mean-â He stuttered out, trying to force his thoughts together, trying to will his mouth to co-operate and just fucking SAY something. Neither of the junkies began tickling right away, but Nam-gyu squinted at him and Thanos raised an eyebrow with a smirk. âGo on, MG coin. Weâre listeningâ
âJust stop it, okay?!â The scammer blurted out, voice threatening to crack in a very undignified manner. âDonât you see how ridiculous this is?! The pair of you are like children! How can you not be embarrassed when youâre standing here fuckingâŠfucking tickling me! Leave me the hell alone, you fucking assholes!â
It wasnât hisâŠfinest work. Heâd made better arguments replying to trolls in his comment section whilst shitfaced. Heâd have probably come up with a more compelling string of words at the ripe old age of six. But alas, heâd said his piece and prayed theyâd take pity and leave him alone.
There was a moment of silence, the only sound being Myung-giâs furious panting. And then Nam-gyu spoke.
 âDamn, MG. Feel better after your little tantrum? You sure weâre the ones acting like children?âÂ
âYeah boy! Donât gotta get all mad just cause youâre so ticklish!â Thanos chimed, shooting him a bright toothy smile like he hadnât been the bane of Myung-giâs life for the past five minutes.
Myung-gi stared at them in disbelief. âI-Iâm serious! Iâm being fucking serious you pair of shitheads! This is going way too farâÂ
âSo dramaticâ sighed Nam-gyu with not an ounce of compassion. âItâs not like weâre hurting you, right?â
âYeah, boy. Like, seriously- it doesnât hurt, does it? coz Itâs no fun if youâre not laughingâ Thanos asked withâŠa surprise amount of sincerity? LikeâŠfor once, he actually wasnât looking to cause real suffering and genuinely just wanted him giggling like an idiot?
Myung-gi was taken aback by this sudden compassionate statement from Thanos, blinking up at him, baffled. Because yeah, it didnât hurt- not one bit. And ultimately it was harmlessâŠit wasnât like he was really panicking or trying to rip his arm off trying to get away. But still! Itâs also not like he was enjoying this!
âWh- no, it doesnât hurt. It justâŠâ his sentence tapered off and he looked away, shuffling uncomfortably.
âIt what?â Thanos pressed, absolutely knowing what he was doing. He leant closer, dropping his voice. He gave Myung-giâs wrist a mock affectionate squeeze. âTickles? Is that it, Coin? Does it just tickle too bad?âÂ
Myung-gi made a mortified sound and tried his best to hide how flustered he was.
âOhhh, it is, bro! Heâs just too ticklish!â Nam-gyu crowed. âDamn, Myung-gi, why didnât you say anything, huh? Here we were, thinking you were having the time of your life, but really you were just laughing your sad little ass off because it tickled?â
âNam-su, did you realise we were tickling him?â
âAbsolutely no idea, Hyungâ
Myung-gi groaned in both exasperation and the knowledge that they werenât going to stop anytime soon. They werenât taking him the least bit seriously. He kicked himself for not being smarter and lying that it did hurt when he had the chance, because it seemed as though theyâd honestly have backed off.Â
âYou two low-lives have got to be the most annoying people Iâve ever metâ he muttered, resigned, mostly to himself. âCan you please just go away?â.Â
But then⊠a foreign, fluttery feeling on his ear. Or rather, around his ear. Thanos was absent-mindedly tracing the shell, as delicate and gentle as he was capable of. It wasâŠweird. It couldâve almost felt nice, if it wasnât Thanos doing it. But more prominently- it was awfully ticklish.
Not in the way that made him breathless or laugh so hard he swore he could die. But annoying and feathery in a way that made him giggle softly, jolting his head to the side to escape the feeling. The fingers just followed.
âHgk- st-stop! Stop thaha-that!â
âAwhhh, Nam-su, look! Little coinâs even ticklish here!â Thanos cooed in a silly voice. âHow have you even made it this far in life being so damn sensitive, dude?â
Nam-gyu let curiosity get the better of him and he gently traced round the ear on his side. He used just two fingers, scratching gently, almost soothingly if it werenât for the mean half-smile on his face.Â
Hit at both sides Myung-gi couldnât help but shake his head from side to side trying desperately to evade the fingers trailing around his ears. He would crush his left cheek into the pillow and endure the tickling on his right ear, giggling uncontrollably, until he couldnât stand it one more second and flipped his head. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat.
âPoor thingâ Nam-gyu pouted, fake as could be.Â
âStahahah-STOP! I -snrk- mean it! Ihihi-!â
âAhh, he means itâ Thanos said, pretending to care. âYou also meant it when you told us to âbet it allâ, didnât ya? And look where that got usâ He continued tracing gentle circles in the curves of the ex-youtuberâs ear, moving inwards to scritch at the thin, sensitive skin. Myung-gi twitched, trying to scrunch up his neck to hide his ear but to no avail.Â
âIâve already- ah! Already said I was scahahaha-scammed tahah-too!â He slammed his head to the other side with a squeak as Nam-gyu trailed a nail on the skin behind the shell, using all five fingers to spider down to the crook of his neck. This just left more easy access for Thanos. No matter what he did, there was no escape. âTh-thereâs nothing I can do abouhuhut it now! Stahahahap!â
Thanos tightened his grip on Myung-giâs wrist and scoffed.
âYouâre like some kid tryna get outta homework, coinâ Snorted the purple-haired druggie.Â
âI hope you get eliminated in the next game you fuHUHUHUCK-Â NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAhaaha-HAHAHA!â He was cut off, rather rudely, by Nam-gyuâs fingers vibrating into his stomach, and then to his side with a sneering âthatâs enough outta you, prickâ.Â
âGet âim! No, no, back to his stomach, he hates that!â Thanos gleefully egged him on, his own hand holding tight on Myung-giâs hip and rolling his thumb in fast tight circles into that devastatingly sensitive divot just above the bone.
The deeper, full-belly laughter inducing tickles were jarring compared to the âbreakâ (possibly the saddest excuse for a break in the history of breaks) the gentler ticklng had given him.
âI missed thisâ Chirped player 124 as if he hadnât seen his grandmother in years and not just been unable to tickle a grown man into hysteria for like, a minute. âTickle tickle MG coin! Howâs it feel, huh? Good, right?â
No response except for unintelligible howling and gasping. âHey, hey- coinâ Thanosâ voice only just cut through his ticklish agony. âWhereâs it tickle more, huh?â And then a sudden poke into his ribs. âHere?â Another jab, this time the soft spot under his arm. âHere?â
Nam-gyu was delighted with this new angle. âNah, nah- itâs here, right?â He grinned and jabbed into the squish of Myung-giâs stomach. And that suddenly kickstarted their little âgameâ as suddenly there were everywhere, fingers prodding and hands squeezing in random locations. It was sporadic, never in the same place ensuring he couldnât get used to it.Â
âHere?â Jab. âHere?â squeeze.Â
It was maddening. He was practically squealing now, shaking his head like he could launch the ticklish feeling off of him through motion alone.Â
âCâmon boy! Just tell us! Tell us and weâll stop!â
They were laughing themselves now. Not even cruelly anymore but as if they were simply just using him as entertainment, the same way someone would watch TV or a glitch in a video game.
Myung-gi however, was practically choking on his own laughter. The worst thing was that it didnât hurt, it didnât torture (at least, not in the traditional sense)- it just tickled so damn much.
âSTOHOHOHHOP IHIHIT! PLEAH-AHH! PLEAHAHAHSe!â
The two bullies cackled in delight. âOh my god!â crowed Thanos ecstatically. âI think thatâs the first polite word weâve gotten outta you!â He gave Myung-giâs thighs some cruel squishes, clawing into the tense muscle and cackling at the scream it elicited. Â
âWonder what else we can get outta himâ Nam-gyu followed Thanosâ lead and squeezed at Myung-giâs other thigh, kneading into the soft flesh again and again. âHow about a âsorryâ? Huh? Least you can do, man, donât you think?â
âSoHOHohO-SORRY!!â Myung-gi cackled the word out instantly, without a second thought almost like it was purely involuntary. He only just managed to form the apology semi-coherently. He didnât care how desperate or embarrassing he sounded- How unwarranted the apology actually was- heâd have said anything to make it stop at this point.
âOh,oh! What about- âThanos and Nam-gyu are my bestest friends in the whole wide world?â
Okay, yeah, anything but that.Â
âGOHOhohO TO HEHEHEHELL!â
Thanos had hooked his strong fingers at the curve of where the thigh met the hip, applying pressure directly into the divot and shaking in awful vibrations. âDumbass! Try again!â
Myung-gi forced himself to endure, to just laugh and laugh until they finally decided heâd had enough- but he was near his breaking point. His thighs were buzzing from the assault, his sides ached and his face was starting to hurt from how long heâd been smiling.
âAL-ALRIGHT! ALRIHIHIHIGHT! IâLL SAHAHAHAY IT!â He practically screamed out the surrender, legs kicking with renewed vigour to get them to just fucking stop already.
And, it did. Thanos raised his tickling hand, signalling Nam-gyu to stop. He put his hand back down, leaning his weight on Myung-giâs thigh and with a shit-eating grin said âWeeell?â.Â
Myung-gi gasped and took in a few shaky breaths. He refused to look either of them in the eye, gritting his teeth so hard it was a wonder they didnât crumble into dust in his mouth, and muttered out the quietest, most humiliating sentence heâd ever had the misfortune of being forced to say.
ââŠThanosandNamgyuaremybestestfriendsinthewholewideworldâŠâ
Thanos leant closer and sickly-sweet asked, âwhat was that, Coin?â.Â
Myung-gi groaned and rolled his eyes so hard they might as well have taken residence in the back of his skull.
âThanos and Nam-gyuâŠâ
âYeeees?â
âAre myâŠmyâŠâ
âYour whaaaat?âÂ
âMy bestest friendsâŠin the whole wide worldâŠâ As soon as the words were out, the two ticklers burst into hysterical laughter. His shame was as big as Thanosâ ego.
âAhahaha! Ohh, MG coin!â Nam-gyu faked wiping a tear from his eye with his free hand. âWe had no idea you felt that way!â He patted Myung-giâs stomach. âSuch a sweetheart!â
âWe love you too, Myung-gi!â Crowed Thanos as he took MGâs face with a strong hand, squishing his cheeks together like you might with a child. âDoesnât it feel better to just admit it out loud?âÂ
Myung-gi was past embarrassment about five embarrassments ago. He didnât even fight or jerk his head away. His wrists were limp in their grasp. ââŠYou both need your heads examinedâ.Â
âDonât act like youâre better than us after all that, you little shitâ Nam-gyu goosed his side, only lightly, which made Myung-gi suck in a sharp breath. âNo! Donât fucking start!âÂ
âOh, we are startingâÂ
Myung-gi squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for what mustâve been the millionth round-
 âHEY!â
A voice that was neither Thanosâ, Nam-gyuâs or Myung-giâs cut through their one-sided banter. All three men turned their heads.
Thanos let go of Myung-gis wrist and turned around to get a better look- and there was Player 001, standing just a few feet away with an expression that could melt ice.
âWhatâs up, man?â Thanos asked with a lazy glance, as if this interruption was hardly worth his time. Nam-gyu stayed silent but his expression was equally as unimpressed.Â
âWhat are you doing fighting at meal time? When elders are present?â
Thanos squinted at him like he couldnât believe what he was hearing.
âThe fuck you talking about? Fighting?â
âAnd two against oneâ continued Young-il, taking a few steps forward and gesturing at Myung-gi. âAre you not embarrassed?â
Player 230 scoffed, a lazy smile appearing on his face. Nam-gyu snickered from behind and said a quiet âThanos, he thinks we were beating himâ
Thanos cocked his head with a casual, âNah, old man, you got it twistedâ. He leant on the bunk railings, hands dangling languidly, wearing a lopsided grin. âWe ainât beating him. Weâre tickling himâ.
Myung-gi cringed from where he still lay on the bunk, both wrists now free as Nam-gyu dropped the other one by his side. He didnât need anybody else knowing about this!
There was a moment of silence as the cogs turned in Young-ilâs head. They wereâŠwhat??
Thanos tilted his head as he continued to laze comfortably, eyes half-lidded and cocky look still plastered on his face like it might stick there permanently. Nam-gyu snickered from the other side of the bunk, one ankle crossed round the other, leaning against it with hands in his pockets.
âTicklingâŠ?â Young-il enunciated the word like he was saying it for the first time. He looked between the two pill-poppers like he thought they were mocking him, furrowing his brow.
âYeah, manâ Thanos pushed himself off the railing with an exaggerated sigh, crouching next to the still-dazed Myung-gi and putting his arm round his neck like they were buddies. He cupped Myung-giâs chin and put on the most condescending, fakest pout he possibly could, tilting his head so it pressed right against Player 333âs.
âJust look at this miserable little bastardâ He cooed in a disgustingly sweet voice, making Nam-gyu titter. âHe could do with some cheering up, right? I mean, who knows whatâll happen tomorrow?â He nuzzled Myung-gi obnoxiously, who made a disgusted face but didnât have the energy to push him away, with a faux-dreamy sigh. âDonât want his ass going out with a frown, huh?â
âYeah, dude. Weâre just being friendlyâ added Nam-gyu, tongue curling like he was trying not to laugh.
Young-il had no idea what to make of this. He had approached expecting to break up a violent fight, to be met with bruises and blood. Heâd prepared himself for them to turn on him and for him to have to fight back- but he knew he could hold his own. Naturally, this sudden change of plan left him dumbfounded and standing awkwardly, unable to wrap his head around any of it.
âHe doesnât look like heâs having funâ was the only thing Young-il could think to say. During his time as Frontman, heâd never witnessed anything as bizarre as this. What on Earth was the procedure forâŠtwo guys tickling another guy?Â
Nam-gyu stood up straight and sat on the bunk next to Myung-giâs  frame, nudging his foot against Player 333âs knee. âCourse he is! He was laughing, wasnât he?â
Young-il raised his eyebrows like he was lecturing an actual child and said âLaughter is an involuntary reflex. Just because heâs laughing doesnât mean heâs enjoying himselfâ.Â
Thanos looked at him indignantly. âAre you trying to lecture us on tickling? Look at himâ He gestured toward the mess that was Myung-gi. âI think we know what weâre doing, man. Now if youâll excuse usâŠâ he dismissed 001 with a wave of his hand, but stopped mid-turn when the old man spoke up again. God, did this guy never quit?
But Young-il addressed Myung-gi now. Craning his neck to the side to make eye contact. âHey. You need help?â
Myung-gi was already halfway to saying that YES! HE ABSOLUTELY DID NEED HELP!Â
ButâŠhe stopped in his tracks. He was propped up on his elbows now in preparation to demand this old man get these lunatics off of him but couldnât bring himself to say anything. Not only would it be the absolute lowest point in his life to beg somebody else to save him from ticklingâŠbut he knew he wouldnât hear the end of it from Thanos and Nam-gyu.Â
He could see it now.Â
Them, every time they were within vicinity, jeering and taunting about how-Â
âThereâs the big strong MG coin who needed an old man to save him from our fingers!â, âHey, coin, whereâs your knight in geriatric armour?â, âHowâs it feel knowing you canât do shit without your precious lil grandadaround?â.
God, it would be constant. Being in this deranged shithole was bad enough without giving them even more ammunition.
Yeah, heâd pass.
He could feel three pairs of eyes on him as he said with a sigh, âNo. No, Iâm fine. Thanks, thoughâ.Â
The sparks of pure, staggering jubilance shooting from Thanos and Nam-gyu couldâve powered a small village for a month. He didnât even need to look at them to tell that they were exchanging giddy disbelieving glances, faces like Cheshire cats. He hated that heâd let them win, but he had to be somewhat logical about this.Â
Young-il stared at him for a while longer. His gaze went from Myung-gi to the two smug druggies. He could tell from the way they were shifting delighted glances at each other that if he were to walk away, the tickling would continue. âAre you sure?â he asked with a hard expression, giving Myung-gi one last chance.
And that chance was incredibly hard to turn down.Â
âYeah. Iâm sureâ
Player 001 couldâve just pulled them away anyway, but he was aware of the cameras in the dorm. They were positioned sneakily, some more obvious than others, ready to catch every angle. Including right where the boys were having âfunâ.Â
Footage of players doing something as childish, entertaining as tickling another? The VIPâs would eat that up. And ultimately, to fund the games, their financial contributions meant everything. Certainly more than one player in the sea of 455 others.
âWell, okay. But Iâll be keeping an eye on you, boys. Donât take it too farâ.
âYeah yeah, sure, whatever you want dudeâ Thanos was already taking hold of Myung-giâs wrist, Nam-gyu bouncing on his heels as he took the other, both staring down at him baring their teeth in excitement. They didnât give Young-il another ounce of attention.
Myung-gi watched through Thanosâ legs as his only chance of salvation walk away. He could only plop his head back down on the pillow and stare upwards with resignation, trying not to listen to their chatter.Â
âAw, MG coin! You really do enjoy this, huh?â Nam-gyu giggled. âYou wanna spend more time with your bestest friends in the whooole wide world that bad?âÂ
Myung-gi shot him a glare that couldâve killed. âShut up. Get it over with, you freaksâ
Thanos gave him a condescending pat on the cheek. âDeep breath, yeah?â
ââŠJust leave my ribs aloneâ
âCanât promise that, boyâ
Suo needed to be taken down another peg I fear. Man is far too mysterious and teasy for his own good. This will set him straight for sure. Hopefully.
Idk how I managed to make them look like them but also nothing like them at the same time. Lmaooo I redrew Sakuras face like 20 times and could not figure out for the life of me what looks different

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This is an old sketch, never finished it but Gorou looks adorable so why not post it
So um this is how episode 8 should've gone down spread the word
Also this
Fuckin love deprived stupid ass
Heâs gotten better at hiding his reactions. Kind of. Maybe?
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Humans are so sensitive
More one-sided royalteeth, happy new year ya filthy animals â„ïž
Tickletober Day 14: Fright
~I havenât seen ANYTHING for our entity here, tickle-fic or otherwise. Time to fix that. This is an incredibly self-indulgent fic, and I regret no part of making it. Small FYI, Nightmareâs canon pronouns are she/they/it. I alternate between all of them in here, so thatâs why it changes. To the other oddballs who love our freaky void-dweller, I hope you Enjoy!~
Fandom: Date Everything!
Lee: Gender Neutral Reader
Ler: Nightmare
Summary: After attempting to pull another coffee-fueled all-nighter, you doze off at your desk. Nightmare awaits you in your dreams, though she has a new form of unease for you to explore in the night. A rather pleasant one, at that.
Warnings: canon-typical interactions, language, and romantical/suggestive happenings. This is a tickle fic, so if you donât like that, scroll away!!
You sighed as Kofi handed you your drink of choice, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Youâd been working on a project all week, but had yet to finish. And, of course, it was due in a day. Pulling all-nighters two nights in a row probably wasnât the best idea, but it was the only way you saw yourself getting it done on time.
âHeyâŠbe sure to get some rest, yeah? I want my drinks to make you feel good, not help you feel bad.â
You couldnât help but laugh a bit at Kopiâs concern. She was always so nice to you, even when you were on another productivity bender. âIâll be fine, Kopi. Your drinks are always amazing. I just need to get this done, okay?â
âAlright, I guess. JustâŠbe careful?â
âIâm always careful.â
With that, you strode off to your bedroom, choosing to ignore the skeptical look Kopi was giving you. You were fine; as long as you didnât go longer than 72 hours without sleep, it was technically healthyâŠ
âŠish.
With the aid of the caffeine, your fingers flew across your keyboard. Finally, a rhythm! You hardly noticed the hour pass, though your body definitely did.
Soon, your eyelids grew heavy. The satisfaction from your progressed had eased some of your nerves, allowing you to relax just enough to grow tired. Your blinks grew longer, and before you knew it, you were floating in a black abyss.
âShitâŠNightmare?â you called out, your voice strangely void of any echo. Eyes open or closed, your view in the void was the exact same. You felt that familiar fear creep down your spine, followed by a warm arm wrapping around your middle. You couldnât help but jump, frightened by her sudden touch in the emptiness.
âHello, beloved.â
âFuck, Nighmare, warn me firstâŠâ you huffed, leaning back into their touch. The warmth of their chest was nice against your skin, as odd as the giant lips there felt. Their lion head rested on your shoulder, giving your neck little nuzzles. The snake burrowed itself under your arm, hissing softly.
They chuckled in amusement, placing a small kiss on your cheek. âThat would defeat the purpose of my visits, wouldnât it?â Their hand wandered lower, giving your side a little poke. âBesides, you love my visits. I can feel your heart racing, you know. Itâs quite lovely.â
That simple poke had an instant effect on you. Youâd managed to avoid thinking about that during Nightmareâs pop-ins, but the simple touch had your mind racing with giddy thoughts and nervous energy. âIâŠshut up.â
Of course, it picked right up on that new anxiety. Its hands both grabbed onto your sides as it chuckled. âOh? Whatâs this now?â
âW-wahait, wait, Nightmare, câmon! Donât you wanna see what bugs Iâm afraid of or something? Itâs really interesting,â you stammered, trying to distract them from the idea of tickles. Unfortunately for you, they werenât swayed so easily.
âThat can wait for another night,â they said, voice tauntingly soft. You knew that honey-smooth inflection was meant to build up a false comfort. âFor now, weâre exploring this.â
With that little growl, Nightmareâs claws dug into your sides. They were torturously pointed, just enough to tickle the hell out of you without the chance of being accidentally scratched. She squeezed and scribbled on your soft skin, loving the squeals she was pulling from you.
The void around you shifted, changing into a park. It was a bright day, people mingling about. And, of course, they were a few of the other objects.
A whine escaped you at the sight, knowing the fear she was going to prod at. You hadnât exactly gotten around to telling the other dateables about your affinity for the touch, and it was definitely on your mind. âN-Nihihightmahare, plehehease!â
They pressed another small kiss to your skin, this time against your neck. âDonât worry, beloved. Iâd never be cruel. This is to prove some fears to be irrational.â
Nightmareâs evil hand slid beneath your shirt, teasing your hips and waist with little squeezes. As you hiccuped and laughed, a few of the exploring objects came up to the two of you.
âAw, how cute!â
âLook at our homie, all happy and stuff! Dope!â
âThink Iâll have to ask âem if theyâd let me give that a try.â
âThey seem like theyâre having so much funâŠâ
Instead of the disgust and judgement your mind had convinced you was inevitable, Nightmare showed you the far more probable outcomes: your loved ones didnât hate you for having an odd preference. True, it was still a little terrifying to have people see (even they were the non-sentient dream versions of them), but it made you feel a bit more secure in yourself.
âSee, beloved? Nothing but your anxieties to fear,â they cooed, kissing your cheek. The world around you changed again, this time resembling your bedroom. It was slightly off, fuzzy at the edges, letting you know you were still asleep. Still with them. âAnd, of course, this little trickâŠâ
You really shouldâve learned better than to ask what they meant by that. Nightmare was more of a show rather than tell kind of entity.
They pressed their mouth hand flat against your stomach, their snake head moving up to your shoulder. In an instant, the mouth was blowing raspberries on your stomach. The snake head joined in on the fun, its tongue flicking across the shell of your ear to make you squeak.
âSHIHIHIHIT!â
You bucked in Nightmareâs hold, belly laughter tumbling freely from your lips. The dual sensations were evil; you both loved and despised Nightmareâs versatility with its strange body. It was rather amused with all of your reactions, chuckling in your ear.
âThat seems quite ticklish, beloved. Good thing we have time to explore this.â
Their voice dropped as they leaned in, deep and deliberate in your ear. They knew the tone would get you nervous and squirming. It sparked an entirely new fear, though not exactly an unwelcome one. One that got your heart racing, lips wobbling, and eyes squeezing shut with flustered anticipation.
âAll. Night. Long~â

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Tkl tkl :P damn I haven't drawn tickle art in ages
Time to disssappear for 2 months again
Mandatory @spookygiggles ping btw
Mah boii Pierrot can't catch a break bro
Wreck him harlequin wreck him he needs it
Consequences of Trust â Star Rail
Summary: Mydei canât just tell Phainon heâs ticklish, and expect Phainon not to wanna test it out for himself!
Warning: This is a tickle fic! Please scroll away if you dont fw
Other: Lee!Mydei x Ler!Phainon from Honkai Star Rail. 1.1k words.
A/N: I JUST REALLY WANTED TO WRITE PHAIDEI TICKLES!! I have other fics of them in the works but for now here is mindless fluff.
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In every life, Mydei would trust Phainon with his weaknesses.
But maybe, he really shouldnât.
âOh no~ it seems the crowned prince isnât nearly as invincible as he seems!â Phainon joked happily, his playful touch jumping sporadically across the warrior's body as Mydei squeaked and writhed with laughter beneath him.
The crowned prince tried to squirm away frantically, which only trapped himself further as he became pinned against the end of their couch, Phainon still looming over him. âAHAHA! P-Phahahainohohon! I-Iâll kihihill yohohou!â He threatened weakly, but his sweet giggling failed to intimidate the other.
The prince's hands desperately tried to grab onto Phainonâs scribbling fingers, but Phainon never stayed tickling one spot for too long⊠moving from his tummy, to his sides, then to his ribs before bouncing back to his stomach. âS-Stahahahap thahahatâŠ!â He squeaked, squirming frantically from side to side, with the brightest smile adorning his face.
âCome now, Mydeimos. You canât tell me youâre ticklish and expect me not to try tickling you? My, you practically asked for this!â Phainon defended, giggling fondly as Mydeiâs laughter turned all the more precious.
It was bubbly, uncontrolled, and almost childish, and yet, Phainon found that such an adorable laugh fit the tough and fierce warrior perfectly.
âI shohohohouldnât hahahave tohohohold yohohohou!â Mydei complained as his hair grew messy from all the thrashing around, his cheeks starting to blush a light pink. He was embarrassedâ but not ashamed⊠he told Phainon such a silly secret about himself for a reason, which was that he trusted him with it. Despite that, he still found himself cursing out giggly false regrets.
Phainon only grinned, âYouâre right, you really shouldnât have, because now I have the perfect trick at my disposal for the next time we spar.â He threatened, his eyes narrowing playfully.
Mydei blushed a deeper red at the mere thought of Phainon using suchâ a cheap ploy against him in battle. âAhahahas ihihif! Yohohou wohohouldnât gehehet the chahahance!â He fought back with lighthearted pride, Phainon suddenly latched his hands roughly onto Mydeiâs hips, massaging his thumbs against the sensitive bones with no mercy.
The prince instantly shrieked with desperate, unrestrained laughter. âPff⊠those are some brave fighting words for someone this ticklish, Mydeimos.â He tut, his voice so unbelievably mischievous it made Mydeiâs mind go all fuzzy.
As the moment continued, his heart welled up with an overwhelming, unexplainable joy.
Well⊠unexplainable only for a small moment, because it took just two seconds more for him to discern that this joy was easily explainable; he was having fun.
Admitting to himself that he was having fun in this one-sided tickle fight didnât make his flushed cheeks any less red, but it was a nice revelation to haveâŠ. Especially when it was painstakingly obvious that Phainon was having just as much fun as he was, or maybe even more funâ teasing him, laughing with him, and exploring to see just how much laughter he could draw out of the warrior.
âStohohohop tahahahalking!â He yelled regardless of his swarming thoughts, tears of mirth pricking the corners of his eyes. While Mydei spoke more giggly complaints that he clearly didnât mean, Phainon felt his fondness grow. He loved seeing his smile, and how much it would brighten with every tease Mydei âcursedâ him saying.
Those playful eyes of Phainonâs softened, his fingers spidering up to gently scratch at his lower ribs. âIs it just me, or do you sound like youâre enjoying this? Careful, wouldnât wanna let that tough guy act of yours slip, now do you?â
An endless stream of squeaky giggles escaped into the room, Mydei grabbing weakly onto his wrists. âPssshâ juhuhust shuhuhut uhuhuhupâŠâ
Phainon snickered at that, his hands lifting as he began to poke at his stomach sporadically, gaining these addictive giggles that could melt the coldest of hearts. âWell⊠I think Iâve messed with you enough for today, what do you think Mydei?â
Mydei curled on his side, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Also⊠refusing to answer that evil question, answering yes to that would be like pleading or giving in! He could never do that!
Phainon hummed happily at his silence, âIs that a no? So⊠you havenât had enough then?â
Warning signals shot through Mydei when Phainon grabbed his wrist with one hand, pinning it firmly above his head and shoving him onto his backside as the other shot under his exposed armpit.
Mydei instantly screamed with the loudest laughter yet, ticklish shock waves being sent all across his body. âAHAHAHAhaha! WAHAHhahait! DELIVERER!â
His legs instantly kicked out as he threw his head back with laughter, his other hand reaching up to grab his wrist but being much too weak to shove those scribbling fingers away.
âAnd just like that, your adorable stubbornness is gone.â He snickered, before getting all cheery. âYouâre so easy to read, yâknow? I just knew youâd be bad here, thatâs why you got so squeaky when I was getting at your ribs~â
Mydeiâs brain was practically fried from just how much his touch tickled, shaking his head madly. âAHAHA! WHATEHEHEVER! JuHUHUST STAHAHAHahahap!â He pleaded at last, tugging at his pinned wrist.
Phainon tickled his armpit for a couple more seconds before stopping, removing his hands and letting the ticklish warrior curl up into a sensitive ball. Whispering out a very giggly âHKSâ with his tuckered-out breaths.
âWhat was that?â Phainon giggled fondly, narrowing his eyes with the same playfulness as before.
Mydei had no strife in repeating it. âHKS. Yohohouâre a mohohohoronâŠâ Mydei insulted without any actual maliceâ still trying to catch his breath.
âIâd much rather be a moron, than a badass immortal warrior who somehow dies the second someone even grazes his sides.â The tease instantly had Mydei avoiding eye contact. Phainon smiled softly, âanyways, thank you for telling me, I promise Iâll try my very best not to abuse this very cute weakness of yours.â
Mydei laughed a bit, sending a quick glare his way. âYeah, yohohou better not, or Iâll make you regrehehet it.â He threatened, emphasizing his words with a gentle jab to his stomach. (He felt like such a motion fit this situation.)
What he never expected was for Phainon to have a full-body reaction to it, the gentle poke making the other jolt and rush to cover his stomach with his arms.
If Mydei had cat ears like Cifera, they would have definitely perked up. He looked up at Phainon with raised eyebrows, his gaze being met with a nervous smile. âOh, you are so dead.â Mydei laughed, his eyes brightening. He wasted no time at all lunging at a giddy, and extremely panicked Phainon who jumped away with lightheaded terror, knowing exactly what was coming for him.
He was already giggling up a storm, even before Mydei got his hands on him and scribbled his fingers playfully across his midriff. Secretly⊠excited for the well-deserved vengeance Mydei was about to enact in full.

