jettorii

[jettorii]

announcement!!

tldr, im leaving tumblr.

hi guys!! idk if many of you still remember me bc ive been lowk gone from here, but im here to announce im leaving the tkl comm on tumblr after long contemplation of doing so.

i started this account when i was 16, never thought id be here till now. i turned 20 a few weeks ago, so thank you all so much for 4 years.

its no surprise to anyone that ive been pretty much dead here now!!! been trying my best to be active here, but ive been opening this app only like once a week or almost never.

to put it simply, im trying my best to push out all my socials w non tk art bc im trying to make a side career out of it, and have little to no time to run a tk tumblr blog on the side.

i wont leave the community completely though bc i do love tkls n its literally a part of me that i cant submerge, so i probably will still continue to draw tkl art sometimes. maybe youll find me elsewhere maybe you wont !! i will not be sharing any of my non tkl art socials for privacy unless we’re already friends so i hope you understand :3

as for taf, im not sure what im going to do with it. im looking for people who are willing to run it and host from now on, as im no longer going to be active here. preferably, someone responsible and active in the community that everyone can trust to run it!!! if anyone has suggestions or if anyones interested in running it, please dm me and we’ll have a chat!!! id be more than willing to hand the event to someone the community knows and trusts <3

ill be keeping this account up for now for anyone who just wants to look through my art and for memories. deactivating is still on the table tho unfortunately so i cant promise this acc will stay up forever :’)

ill also stay logged in for a few more days if any mutuals would like my disc or so, but after that ill be gone for good 🫶

thank you all once again so SO much for 4 lovely years on tumblr, and thank you for reading until the end. ill never forget all the lovely memories ive had here, as well as the community.

with lots of love,

jett <3

[jettorii]

scream - ler!thanos, lee!reader, ler!namgyu

//intense tickling, tickling as a form of torment, swearing

the hide and seek game but instead of killing you, they discover something more fun to do instead. au where thanos and nam gyu team up as killers in the hide and seek game and hunt you :3

“get back here!!” you huffm scrambling across the halls, desperately running as fast as you could. you knew you were in deep trouble, with two of the most notoriously sadistic players in the game hot on your tail.

thanos and nam gyu, a duo you avoided the most throughout the entirety of the games. you knew how they acted. unpredictable, yet always willing to sacrifice someone else at their own expense.

not to mention how bloodthirsty the two were. you were so very aware the moment you got blue and those two got red was when you really needed to hide. from them specifically. you were not getting away if the two found you, which is why you sought out to do your best to avoid them at all cost.

well, at least thats what you tried to do anyways.

it wasnt your fault that when you turned the corner you were face to face with none other than those two. there was only a second when all of you froze, then all turned into utter chaos as the two began to scream after you dashed away.

you continued to run, feeling your lungs go heavy. but you knew if you stopped, youd be good as dead. after a few more turns, you dashed along a long hall, gripping your key in preparation to unlock a door and create some sort of barrier between you and the guys.

but, of course. you reached a dead end.

you felt your heart drop, knowing you were utterly screwed. thanos and nam gyu had seen which direction youd gone in. they knew that it was a one way hall. you were done.

shit.

was the last thing said in your mind before you felt yourself being tackled to the ground. you flipped off your stomach to your back, fighting with hands against your own, struggling against his strength.

“come here, you little shit!! theres nowhere to run~” nam gyu sneered, his face dipping closer to yours as he continued to haul his whole weight into pinning you down. you were only able to resist for a few seconds, but as you had been running for a while and was near exhaustion, you could feel the ground hitting your knuckles as he successfully pinned you down.

“oho, good job namsu!! move over and keep their arms down. i want to sit right there.” thanos skipped over, twirling his knife and pointing right at your waist. nam gyu let out a loud sigh of annoyance, saying “nam gyu.” as he rolled his eyes. ah. this really was the end.

“get off of me!!” you thrashed in retaliation, trying to kick nam gyu off as he moved to let thanos take his spot. nam gyu only snickered in response, dodging your kick with ease and skillfully slipping his knife right to your face.

“quit fighting it, or ill slit that pretty little throat of yours right here right now.” you gasp, feeling the blade tap against the side of your neck. that shut you up quick, as you held back any sort of jitters and fear to the best of your abilities.

“heyy~ dont do that.” thanos whines, promptly taking a seat on your waist and swatting nam gyu’s knife away from your throat. “we have to do this nice and easy or else youll ruin the fun.”

you tried your best to not show fear, but it was not working as you could quite literally feel terror shake your body to its core. you finally noticed their faces which only terrified you more.

blood. both of them were covered in blood, red splattered all across their faces and the fabric of their turquoise colored jumpsuits. you knew you werent their first victim, and you were about to be added to their kill count.

you shut your eyes in anticipation, waiting for sharp pain to take you away into death. except to your surprise, you were feeling something else.

“are you scared? huh? are you scared? thats too bad, because we like to play with out food.” thanos giggles, before beginning to pepper your ribs with rapid pokes. absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the flurry of fingers attacking your torso.

you barely even had time to register what was happening. and out of pure reflex and nerves, you squeaked.

not even a quiet one, it was loud. it resembled a screech, but just a bit shorter before the slightest giggle escaped your lips.

thanos immediately stopped, cocking his head to your response. nam gyu also looked up at him, then to you, then back to him again.

“dude. i thought we were going to take turns stabbing them. dont just do it without telling me.” nam gyu rolls his eyes, scoffing at the purple haired man.

“nam su, i didnt even stab them. i mean, the only weapons i have are these babies.” thanos smirks before dropping his knife and bringing his hands to his face to show off his nails and rings. nam gyu let out a loud sigh.

“no dude im serious, man!! look i just did this and-“ thanos poked you again catching you off guard, making you let out another giggle-gasp which made him pause mid sentence.

the duo looked at each other in silence for a moment, processing the situation before it clicked simultaneously. you could swear your whole heart dropped entirely as the absolute most evil smirk spread across thanos’ lips.

“oh. well what do we have here~” thanos sneers before lowering his head down to take a closer look at your face. you gulped, wondering how in the fuck things were going to turn from you almost being murdered to now.. this.

“is someone a little ticklish? are they?” thanos asks, cupping your cheeks, mockingly cooing. out of pure shock at the whole situation that you could feel unfolding, you didnt respond. you looked at him flabbergasted, trying to say something, but ultimately nothing coming out. thanos rolled his eyes and let out a loud, overdramatic sigh.

“..come on, dont ignore me. lets hear you laugh.” without warning, thanos dug all ten fingers into your ribcage, vibrating them all as you let out one of the loudest screams you never wouldve thought would escape your mouth.

“WHAT THE- WHAHAHA THE FUHAHAHA-?!” you were beyond a mix of different feelings now. fear, terror and now.. getting tickled.? was not one of the things you had on what kind of torture methods youd have to endure from the two.

i mean, you werent complaining. youd take this over getting stabbed or one of those horrid games the creator made you play. you could take it for now.. right?

“hyung, i thought we were going to torture them?” nam gyu whines, twirling his knife around, eyeing thanos up and down as he cackled along with you.

“but namsu~ this is much more fun!! and besides, have you ever wanted to try tickling someone to death?” thanos sneers, now poking and prodding around to find some other spots which could elicit an even better reaction. you did your best to grab hold of his wrists, but fuck, was thanos ruthless.

his hands swiftly evaded your weak attempts to stop him, dodging you with ease and giving any new spot he could reach a good tase. you howled in response, stomping your foot down in an attempt to ease the sensation.

“aww, is someone a little ticklish? because i think you are.” thanos giggles to himself, relishing in the fact that some mere tickling was enough to incapacitate you, leaving you completely defenseless and stuck at his mercy. “stomp all you want, because im not going to stop anytime soon.”

nam gyu eyed the two of you down, giving it some thought. it was only for a moment, before he flung his knife away and scooted closer to you with a smirk.

“hm, okay~ i dont see why not.” he says before grabbing hold of your wrists, fighting you to pin them down above your head.

the moment you realized what he was trying to do is when you saw how truly fucked you were.

“NAHAHA- NOO DONT!!” you squeal, trying your best to fight against nam gyu’s hold. but of course in your weakened state, fighting back was nearly futile. you were already weak from thanos’s little tickle attack, which of course, was still going on while you were doing your best to keep your arms down.

“ah, shit youre loud. come on, youre going to be pinned down soon enough. just let it happen~” nam gyu snickers, using his whole weight to push your wrists down above your head to which you finally felt your hands hit the ground.

you were now fully exposed, and completely vulnerable to the incoming torture from the two.

“ooh, thanks nam su. now i can finally reach here.” thanos cheers, right before digging his thumbs right into the soft flesh of your underarms. you squeaked again, loud laughter exploding out your mouth. no matter how hard you tried to pull down, your wrists were pinned completely down by nam gyu’s weight now sitting on top of them.

“oho, is it worse now? is it worse that you cant hide anything? come on, tell us.” nam gyu whines, now adding more prodding fingers into the mix. he took over the underarms after shoving thanos’s hands away, to which thanos now went to your sides, squeezing like his life depended on it.

“OH FUHUHUCK!!” you cackled, feeling your face heat up, as now you were fully fully exposed and could do absolutely nothing to escape. and with four hands on you now? maybe being killed wouldve been better.

“dont curse. i fucking hate bad words.” thanos sighed with fake disappointment, then digging all ten fingers directly into your ribs, vibrating them all and driving you absolutely mad. you arched your back in response with a loud gasp, clenching and uncenching your fists while laughter was forced out of you.

“what a goddamn hypocrite, hyung.” namgyu giggles, now spidering around your underarms and upper arms, mixing in some lighter tickles while throwing in some random strong pokes to catch you off guard.

“i didnt say anything though? you shouldnt be cursing at us when we’re giving you the time of your life.” thanos retorts, not stopping his torment on your ribs for a second, making you feel like you were on absolute fire.

the fact that they just decided to ignore you like they werent absolutely tickling you to tears made it worse. the two began to bicker while not stopping at all, and it was absolutely insane.

“SOMEWHERE ELSE!! FAHAHAA!!! OH MY GOD- SOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!!” you shout, trying to desperately get their attention. they both stopped, looking at you confused but still had their big, signature evil grins.

“oh? you want us to go somewhere else? not stop?” thanos sneers, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers. you gulped down as much air as you could, desperately trying to ignore how utterly flustered you were.

“wh- of course i want you to stop!! but i know you wont, because- well,” you really had no idea what to say except that you were flustered and completely out of breath. you knew they werent going to stop because they were having way too much fun tormenting you. but you just had no idea how to word it properly, especially since you were still dazed and trying to come to terms as to what exactly was happening.

“okay!! then nam su~ lets continue a little longer!! since they love it oh so much!!” you swear you could feel your eyes jolt wide, tugging again at your wrists muttering ‘nononono’ as the two laughed triumphantly, before the fingers started torturously wiggling up against you once again.

this was going to be a long game.

[jettorii]

Playtime!

A/N: The sequel to this ! 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 wasn’t very popular in the dorm. He didn’t have an established team, or even an established acquaintance, unlike every other player who had somehow formed alliances.

And yet- he’d managed to find himself a solid group for the past round.

He knew he’d have been capable of every single one of those minigames on his own. It was purely dumb, unfiltered luck that the other four players he’d joined with were also capable. If not?

Well, he wouldn’t 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 couldn’t 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??

‘Jesus christ…’ 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.

‘MG Coooiin!’

There it was. That disgustingly sweet sing-songy voice.

‘Awh, Thanos. He’s ignoring us’

Myung-gi could literally see the fake, childish pout on Nam-gyu’s face even with his eyes closed. He groaned and lolled his head forwards, finally looking at them with a tired glare. His eyes met Thanos’.

‘There he is!’ Exclaimed the purple-haired man, slapping his hands on his own knees like he was greeting a shy toddler. ‘There’s our giggly little guuuy!’

Myung-gi felt a primal repulsion instantly spike in his chest and recoiled in disgust. ‘Don’t speak to me like that you freak’ 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.

‘We’re kinda stressed, man. You don’t mind helping us out, do you?’ Thanos continued. Nam-gyu stepped forward, putting a hand on the railing behind Myung-gi’s head and leaning down with a shark-like grin. ‘After all, man, we’re friends right? And friends help each other. Hell, yesterday you did say we were your bestest friends!’ He giggled and then, as if they’d fucking rehearsed this, both of them said in unison:

‘In the whooole wide world!’

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-gi’s forearm.

It almost made contact. Almost.

Nam-gyu’s 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, could’ve been Thanos- could’ve been Nam-gyu- he wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 ‘Hey!’ of the player residing in it. Myung-gi didn’t care how stupid he looked he just- wait, was that Jun-hee? She’s not watching is she??- needed to get as far from those tickle-happy weirdos as possible.

There wasn’t 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 he’d lose them? Or, preferably, they’d give up?

Myung-gi was zig-zagging now, his own feet and pride threatening to trip him up, but somehow- he didn’t. He had actually crossed quite a lot of ground without stumbling even once. If he hadn’t been running for such a ridiculous reason he might’ve been proud of himself.

The adrenaline had started to wear off and his chest burnt from the exertion. Surely he’d 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 weren’t still lingering around before he even thought about going back.

…Unless he could stay here? The bunk he was holding onto was empty; and it wasn’t 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-

‘Whew, man. You’re a slippery little fuck when you wanna be, huh?’

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Myung-gi didn’t know how it happened. He’d thought he’d 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.

‘Guys- guys, come on’ he choked out, pulling at his restrained wrists as if they’d magically phase through the strong hands gripping them.

‘Ha! ‘Guys’? We on the same level now or somethin’, coin boy?’ 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-gi’s wrist, forcing him to ‘wave’ 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.

‘Hey, you don’t gotta beat yourself up, dude!’ Crowed Player 124, snorting at his own joke. ‘Was two against one, right? Nobody blames you for getting your scrawny ass owned’

‘s’right. Or for making a scene like an embarrassed little girl’ Thanos joined in on the bit, one arm dangling from the slats above.  

‘Or for screaming like one’

‘Or for-’

‘I get it! God! Just shut up!’ Myung-gi snapped. ‘You’re both fucking sick! What are you even getting out of this?!’

 He felt Thanos’ grip on his wrist tighten instantly. ‘Careful, coin. Don’t wanna go making this worse for yourself, hm?’ the jokey tone died instantly as Player 230 dropped his voice into a low, soft tone. Dangerous. Myung-gi’s 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 Thanos’ stare.

Their locked gaze was shattered by Nam-gyu saying an abrupt, ‘So where we getting him first?’.

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 ‘Man, his ribs got him fuckin’ screaming last time. I’m headin’ right there’ he flexed his fingers theatrically, rings flashing in the light. ‘That lil gap between the middle ones-’ 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, ‘-yeah, those ones. S’just sooo ticklish right there, huh, coin?’

Myung-gi wanted to spit something venomous at Thanos but he didn’t trust himself to talk. Not with Thanos’ weird shift from a minute ago, that threat of ‘not making it worse for himself’; not to mention those slender fingers still pressing into that gap, promising to send him into giggles the second he opened his mouth.

‘Solid plan, dude. Personally? Stomach’s where it’s at’ Nam-gyu shifted his weight to playfully scrunch his free hand into a claw, flexing his fingers purposefully in front of Myung-gi’s face. ‘all them squishy nerves just begging to be touched…!’

‘Nam-su’ Thanos interrupted. Player 124 looked up. ‘It’s Nam-gyu’.

‘Nam-gyu. You can go first’ 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). ‘I got kinda greedy yesterday, right? What was it you said?’

Nam-gyu’s smile grew wider, slowly, eyes tracing Myung-gi’s torso. Without looking at Thanos he said a delighted, ‘You were hogging him’.

‘Totally was, man. So you go ahead- do your thing. Little shit deserves it for that run around he gave us’.

Myung-gi squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the worst. A hand under his arm, a finger in his sides…

…Nothing 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 wouldn’t have put it past them to have committed embarrassingly hard to the bit.

But as soon as he caught Nam-gyu’s eye, the club director put on a faux-curious expression and asked ‘All hyped up now? Or do you need another minute?’

Not expecting an answer, he shot his hand to Myung-gi’s 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, again…nothing happened. No tickling. No contact at all, actually. Nam-gyu’s hand was still poised in that teasy claw, as if it was prepped to make him squeal, but…he just hovered it there. Myung-gi furrowed his brow and looked at Player 124 with confusion. ‘The fuck are you doing?’

He was completely ignored.

‘I’m gonna get’cha!’ 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. ‘What…what the fuck?’ he sputtered out, ignoring the titter from Thanos on the other side.

Nam-gyu didn’t give him any explanation, because why would he? Myung-gi wasn’t owed something stupid like clarity. Besides, explaining would ruin the fun.

‘I’m gonna…GET’CHA!’ 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 might’ve actually been kind of funny, if the malicious undertone and bullying intent weren’t present. If they were just friends messing about, playing games…well, 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. ‘You f-fucker’.

Nam-gyu just did it again. And again. And each time- the same ‘Iiii’m gonna get’cha!’ 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.

‘Wh-whahahat the fuck are you doi-AH!’ He jumped again when Nam-gyu repeated the motion for what felt like the 100th time. The pill-popper was beside himself, Myung-gi’s hilarious reactions and Thanos’ obvious amusement spurring him on.

And the voice he was using…like he was talking to a puppy or a child and not a full grown man.

‘Nam-su, it’ll be lights out before you get started’ Thanos commented like it was a real, actual issue- but, really, this was entertaining as hell to witness.

‘I’m getting there, I’m getting there. Just letting him sweat first’ Nam-gyu replied, hand still poised in a claw above Myung-gi’s skin, and then yet another ‘I’m gonna get’cha!’.

‘AH-! Oh my god! Fucking stop doing that!’ 

Neither man replied at first. They were both too busy laughing their asses off. ‘What, you’d rather I tickle you?’ Nam-gyu finally asked, grinning through the rhetorical question. ‘Well, if you insist!’

And then blinding, unbearable sensation shooting down his side as Nam-gyu practically buried his hand into the curve and squeezed hard.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ST-STahahAHAHAP!!’ It hit Myung-gi like a truck, he wasn’t prepared for it, still half-expecting another fakeout. ‘HOHOohoHOLY SHIHIHIT!! FUCKING GEHEHET OHOHOFF ME!’

Nam-gyu was almost doubled over laughing himself now. ‘Man, this is so fucking funny’.

‘Hey- hey, Nam-su’

‘Nam-gyu’

‘Nam-gyu. You know what else is funny?’

Thanos suddenly took a handful of Myung-gi’s 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-gi’s 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.

‘H-hey, what- fucking pull my shirt down, you freak!’

Even Nam-gyu was confused, pausing uncertainly. ‘You getting romantic on him or something?’ He asked, just the slightest sliver of hesitation in his voice. But he wasn’t 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?

‘Hey, MG coin’ purred the bigger man, the non-restraining hand now pinched on Myung-gi’s waist to hold him steady. ‘You ever had a raspberry?’

Nam-gyu’s eyes instantly widened and he barked out a ‘HAH!’, absolutely thrilled. He wasn’t 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.

‘Wh-what…?’ The word came out hardly audible, more a hoarse croak more than anything else; not from over-exertion, but just sheer shock. Thanos wouldn’t 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 ‘precious Hyung’ 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-gi’s obvious horrified expression, leaning himself against the railings of the bunk. ‘Prick’s shitting himself over a raspberry’

Myung-gi snapped out of his bewildered panic and whipped his head around to face Nam-gyu with an incredulous ‘It’s not that!’ he snapped back round to face Thanos now. ‘Your-your mouth is going to be on my stomach!’. He waited with open-mouthed disbelief for Thanos to realise how deranged this entire thing was. Maybe a ‘huh, yeah, I guess we can skip that’.

But it didn’t come.

Thanos just gave him a dead stare. ‘So?’

Myung-gi actually laughed in disbelief, for once not a forced one. At first he just stammered and spluttered trying to process Thanos’ complete nonchalance, astonished to the core that Thanos just…didn’t seem to care?

‘What do you mean ‘so’’?!’ he cried. ‘It’s weird! It’s weird as fuck!’ And then his head angled swiftly toward Nam-gyu, so fast his neck ached. ‘You!’ he barked, not caring to remember his name (but Nam-gyu was used to people doing that). ‘Tell your dealer it’s weird!’.

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 didn’t have a concept of them. It took an awful lot to weird him out, and he didn’t let something as minor as ‘personal space’ get in the way of him having a good time.

‘Well, Nam-su? Do you think it’s weird?’

Truthfully, Nam-gyu did think it was weird. But not in a ‘ew, the fuck?’ kind of way. More in a, ‘I have got to see this’ kind of way. It certainly wasn’t unsettling enough to let that stop him from witnessing what would be, without a doubt, the funniest thing in the world.

‘You’ve done weirder’ he said, trying to match Thanos’ nonchalant tone. He suddenly gasped and raised his free hand like he’d just reminisced the coming of Christ, face lit up. ‘Remember that one time at Pentagon when you licked a-‘

‘GOOD POINT, NAM-SU!’ Thanos cut his lackey off with a flustered exclaim (that, despite circumstances, Myung-gi found pretty cathartic) and then-

PBBBBBBFFFT

Any feeling of smug satisfaction was annihilated almost instantly. The feeling was…uh…well, he couldn’t really think of the word. He couldn’t 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 didn’t even think it was weird anymore. Didn’t care that Thanos’ fucking lips were on his skin. The only thought going through his head was ‘tickles tickles tickles!’.

‘AAHHHHAHAHAHAHHA!!’ He kicked with renewed vigour, pulling at the hands holding his wrists with all his might, every instinct telling him to ‘get the fuck away from whatever this is!’. The warm pressure of Thanos’ 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 couldn’t 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.

‘Blegh’ he made an exaggerated face, lips curling, somewhat trying to catch his own breath. ‘You taste like scams, boy’. He gave Myung-gi’s 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. ‘O-oh my god! Don’t fucking do that again! That was- that was-‘

‘What? Tickly?’ Thanos smirked down at him with an expression that said ‘I am ABSOLUTLEY going to do that again’.

‘Sh-shut up!!!’ Myung-gi writhed and pulled with renewed vigour. ‘I- i…! That was so fucking weird! You’re so fucking weird!’

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 he’d 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.

‘Dude, dude- do it again’

‘Oh I was gonna’

‘DON’T YOU FUCKING DA-‘

PBBBBBBFFFT

‘AAAHHHAHAHAHA!! GOHOHOHOD!! FUHUHUHU-FUHUHUCK YOU!’

Myung-gi cackled furiously, twisting this way and that, unfortunately only succeeding in pushing his stomach further into the raspberry. ‘PLEAHAHAHAHASE!!’ 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-gi’s stomach, forehead pressed against the heaving torso. ‘Dude- I actually can’t believe that fucking gets him so bad’ His words were muffled against the skin and he straightened up so he could be heard clearly, still giggling, looking across at Nam-gyu. ‘You ever seen a grown man lose his shit over a fuckin’ tummy buzz?’

‘You heard him squeal, right? Like a balloon dying?’ Nam-gyu could hardly get the words out through nasty laughter.

Myung-gi had never been so mortified in his life. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, nor stop the lingering after-giggles. His stomach still tingled. They were still laughing, but now he couldn’t 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.

‘Tell ya what, boy. I’ll give you…twenty? No, thirty seconds’ he pretended to check a fake watch, tilting his wrist and squinting at it like he was actually reading the time. ‘Thanos is feelin’ generous- so, thirty seconds’ he ran his tongue over his teeth. ‘To convince me not to do that again’.

Myung-gi’s eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to say something.

‘Clocks tickin’, man. Better make it real convincing. Reeeeal convincing’ He leant closer so that Myung-gi could see every pore. ‘Because if you don’t? I’m not stoppin’.

Myung-gi was silent for a few seconds (that he definitely couldn’t afford to be silent for) before finally finding his voice.

‘O-okay, Thanos, you’re done now. Okay? Just- just stop!’

Nam-gyu snorted, squeezing his wrist a little tighter. ‘Shit excuse’

‘No! Wait wait- okay, just- just give me a second to fucking think!’

‘I am giving you a second, coin. Thirty of ‘em’. Thanos looked down at his wrist again and pulled a face. ‘Shit! Twenty of ‘em now!’

Myung-gi panicked, heart racing, desperately trying to come up with something. Anything!! This was his ticket out of this mess!

‘YOU WIN! Okay?! You fucking win! Why carry on now, right? You got me! Ha ha! Don’t-don’t ruin it!’

‘Shit excuse’ Nam-gyu repeated.

Myung-gi floundered, words falling over each other and stumbling on his own tongue.

‘I’ll do anything you want! I’ll- I’ll-…’ His words tapered off, mouth opening and shutting uselessly, eyes darting like he was trying to pull an excuse out of thin air.

Thanos’ 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. ‘Ten seconds leeeft~!’

Myung-gi was now beside himself, tugging at his arms frantically. ‘No no no! Look, I’ll…I’ll help you in the next game! Okay?! I’ll make sure you win!!’ His voice frayed at the edges, desperate and rising in volume with every word.

‘Shit excuse’

Myung-gi could just fucking kill that 124 bastard.

Thanos made a noise of amused disbelief. ‘Make sure we win, huh? And how will you do that? Tell the guards to invest in dalmatian? Scam the bullets?’

Before Myung-gi could even respond Thanos was already looking back at his wrist. ‘Ohhh!’ he exclaimed with wide eyes. ‘That’s time! Sorry, man. Didn’t persuade me for shit’

‘NO! WAIT!’

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 ‘no no no!’ and ‘please! Fucking- please!!’

But Thanos, entirely self-serving and in dire need of entertainment, had already made up his mind.

He inhaled until he physically couldn’t anymore, until his lungs burned. His arm snaked under Myung-gi’s 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.

PPPPPBBBBBBBBBFFFFFTT!

By far the worst one yet (third times the charm, right?). Directly into the centre of Player 333’s 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 a…surprising level of lung capacity for someone Myung-gi was sure did nothing but vape and smoke in his free time.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA-AHEHEHEHE!’ 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. ‘Holy shit! That was the best one yet!’ he poked Myung-gi a few times in the stomach, right where he’d blown the raspberry, making the younger man squeal and jerk. ‘Hey, coin. Want another?’

‘Nohoho! I -cough- I do not! Stop!’

‘He totally does, dude’ Nam-gyu gave a cruel jab to Myung-g’s upper ribs.

‘Damn right. And hey- I did say I wasn’t gonna stop, right?’ his arm was still round the ex-youtuber’s back and he gave him a playful squeeze, looming over him with a bared-teeth grin. ‘Ain’t nothin’ but a man of my word’.

Myung-gi was breathing hard, blinking tears away. ‘Fuck you assholes…’ he panted. What was the point in begging? They weren’t going to stop. He could at least try and preserve some dignity.

‘Ohoho! That’s just earnt you like, five more, boy’

‘Nah nah, seven at least’

‘Might as well round up to ten then, huh?’

‘If you’re going to ten then might as well make it twenty’ Nam-gyu giggled.

‘Thirty’

‘One hundred!’

They went back and forth, each number getting comically larger until Myung-gi thought maybe they’d just keep going and forget about him.

No such luck as Thanos’ 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 couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much and the worst part was it being because of these two bastards.

Nam-gyu watched with joy as Myung-gi’s laughter cut out completely.

But…

His fingers itched to be burrowing back into Myung-gi’s ribs, pits, anywhere that would make him squeal harder. His grin grew at the thought of adding another layer of tickles onto the scammer’s poor sensitive nerves.

He didn’t vocalise this, and Thanos was far too busy peppering playful little ‘pbbts!’ rapidly over Myung-gi’s 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.

‘Th-thahah-THANOS! STAHP!’ 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 man’s back to arch slightly further into the raspberries. He could feel the rapper smiling against his skin between bursts.

That’s 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 it’d tickle like hell.

He vibrated them into the nerves, back and forth back and forth, lifting Myung-gi’s 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 didn’t pull anything.

‘Tickle tickle tickle!’ Nam-gyu sang, speeding up the vibrations a fraction. He moved his hand into the hollow of Myung-gi’s 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 ‘whew’.

‘Shit, man. Swear I almost passed out’ he huffed dramatically as if he were the one being tormented, blinking hard.

Now that the raspberries had stopped, Myung-gi’s laughter had calmed from dizzying howls into squeaky giggles. His arm twitched with every pass of Nam-gyu’s fingers in his pit.

Player 124 let out a cruel snort and said ‘Not if he fucking passes out first’. He widened his eyes and in a sickeningly sweet voice cooed ‘Can you imagine, MG coin? Going night-night because Thanos blew on your stomach?’

‘GohohoHO TO HehHEHELL! EHehehEHEhehehe!’ 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.

‘Stop! Stohohhop! I-I’m- waihiHIHIHIT!’ He dissolved into goo when Thanos scrunched at his bare waist, fingers massaging into the oblique. He couldn’t think, couldn’t function, could do nothing but laugh like an idiot.

‘You’re lucky my jaw got tired, boy, otherwise I’d be going til tomorrow’s game’ Said Thanos, a bit too casually.

Nam-gyu had shifted to scratch at Myung-gi’s neck, all the way to his collarbone, snaking his way into the neck-hole of 333’s uniform to scritch the thin, sensitive skin. Myung-gi tried to scrunch up, but Nam-gyu’s other hand was still holding him up tight by the wrist, making his efforts virtually useless.

‘Hey, coin- what’dya thinks gonna happen first? You piss yourself, or your big strong grandad comes to save you agai- AUGH!’ Thanos ripped himself away from Myung-gi, dropping his wrist and pulling his tickling hand back like he’d been burned.

Nam-gyu stopped immediately, snapping his gaze to Thanos, eyes wide with confusion and a hint of worry. ‘Wh-? What? What did you do?’

Thanos was grasping his hand, the one that had been holding Myung-gi’s 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 man’s skin. Teeth marks.

‘Motherfucker just bit me!’ Thanos yelped. He had a look of genuine offense on his face as if he absolutely didn’t 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. ‘He what?’

‘Just sank his fuckin’ teeth into me!’ Thanos exclaimed, underbite becoming more prominent as he grimaced. ‘You got a fuckin’ death wish, bitch?’

Myung-gi didn’t even care. The tickling had stopped. It may have not been the most dignified or mature way of regaining control, but ‘dignified and mature’ were adjectives that didn’t exist as soon as Thanos blew that first fucking raspberry on him.

‘You- you wouldn’t fucking…’ he was breathing heavily, not from fear or panic, just pure ticklish aftershocks. ‘You wouldn’t fucking stop!’

‘It was just tickling, you prick. Didn’t have to fucking bite me’

Myung-gi tried to scowl but he still had the hint of an involuntary smile on his face. ‘I’ll do it again, swear to god. Hit me, kick me, break my legs- I don’t care. But I’m biting your fingers off if you try that…that stupid kid shit again’

‘Man, Thanos, he sounds real mad’ Nam-gyu’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. Thanos didn’t answer. He hadn’t taken his stare off of Myung-gi. His lip curled, jaw clenched, nose scrunched in something akin to disgust.

‘Nam-su’

‘Nam-gyu’

‘Nam-gyu. Hold his arms. Both of ‘em. Tight’

Nam-gyu was admittedly hesitant- not because he thought Myung-gi had had enough. But because he didn’t want his own skin being clamped down by scammer teeth.

…nevertheless, Thanos had asked something of him and he didn’t want to disappoint. He slid menacingly round the bank of the bunk, where Myung-gi’s 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 didn’t succeed in getting far, feeling two strong hands tighten around his wrists and pull backwards over the ‘head-board’ of the bunk.

‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ He hissed through gritted teeth, trying to look backward over his taut shoulders at Nam-gyu. The only response was a mean chuckle.

‘Just getting you comfortable, MG coin’.

Thanos made an irritated noise under his breath, stepping back to the side of the bunk but this time climbing on top of Myung-gi’s thighs, straddling him. Myung-gi stared up at him with panicked eyes.

‘You wanna bite, coin boy?’ he sneered, both hands being placed gently on Myung-gi’s sides. He drummed his fingers and snapped his teeth together twice in a mock-bite.

‘Guess I’ll just have to make sure you can’t close your fuckin’ mouth’

[jettorii]

okay so. update on this.

will drop it soon but will have warnings bc its not the usual tkl fic GHSHSHS its basically thangyu tkl tag team against the reader and use it to bully you bc look me in the eye and tell me they would absolutely use tkling as a form of torment and torture

like i absolutely LOVE fluffy fics w them but i NEED something intense and mean mean like this plsplpslpls unfortunately i am someone who prefers intense tkls a lot nd need my favs to use it against me

another heads up this is still like. fully sfw for me plsss dont make it weird like this is so embarassing to even post bc i just like my two fav things mixed tgt horror + tkls and my favs augh so yeah dont be weird abt it pls :’3

what does everyone think of horror/thriller esque tkl fics?? bc omg. love them so much im working on one rn and its squid game will def try to work on it today bc this idea is so peak

[jettorii]

Me when I’m three months late to the trend but at least the idea is cute. And fun fact! Raspberries and mouth tickles are one of my most favourite tickle methods 🥺🥺 and you cannot tell me Thanos would not absolutely destroy someone with raspberries and fake eating?? Have u even watched the show?? Mans would have you for breakfast lunch and dinner I fear.

I hate how this came out but I’m sick as hell SO HERE IT IS! BEHOLD!! Ignore how the anatomy is janky as hell, I didn’t use a reference out of stubbornness. So just- Feast, my children….feast..,,,

[jettorii]

(Click for better quality!)

GET HIS ASS NAMGYU

I wanted to draw the sillies being silly because squid game is such a comfort for me rn (even if the characters are….questionable sometimes).

I’m not too confident in my art but if this is received well I might do some more! It was a lot of fun except for Thanos’ accessories which were a pain in the ass (I didn’t even draw his rings oops)

Hope u like it!!

[jettorii]

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.

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 they’d 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. 

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 ass…and 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 they’d 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.

‘Dude, look at that prick. Just- just sitting there. Useless little shit’

‘I’m looking, Nam-su’

‘Nam-gyu’

‘I’m looking, Nam-gyu. Real piece of work ain’t he?’ Thanos leant an arm on Nam-gyu’s shoulder, waving his hand lazily. ‘Can’t believe we’re stuck in here with that asshole’

Nam-gyu snorted. ‘If only he’d been shot like the rest of those leeches in that fucked-up game, huh?’

Thanos tilted his head back with a cruel half-lidded smirk, leaning more weight on Player 124, exhaling sharply through his nose.

‘Yeah yeah, like, if he’d just tripped on his own fuckin’ feet or somethin’, and he’d be all-’

He held his other hand up in a mock-surrender, hunching his shoulders theatrically, mimicking in a high-pitched voice, ‘Nooo, please don’t shoot meee!’ 

Nam-gyu huffed out a laugh, holding his own hands up and joining in on the bit, thrilled to pieces. ‘There’s still so many people I haven’t scammed! Don’t put a bullet in my head! Nooo!’ 

Their shoulders shook with cruel mirth at Myung-gi’s expense, like schoolboys bullying a quieter student. 

The laughter quietened down, resentment replacing it instead. It was fun to laugh about it, but…that wouldn’t solve anything. That wouldn’t take away the fact they had to join these games in the first place, the fact they were in debt. It wouldn’t 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.

‘Wanna go put that dumbass in his place?’ 

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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. 

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 he’d 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 didn’t even notice the shadows over his bunk.

‘Oi’

He jumped and looked up. Thanos and Nam-gyu stood in front of him, smirking nastily.

Great. Absolutely fantastic. Just what he fucking needed. 

He sighed and looked back down at his food. Maybe if he ignored them they’d go away.

A rough shove to his shoulder shattered his hopes.

‘Oi. I’m fuckin’ talking to you, coin’

He met Thanos’ eyes with a tired expression, already done with whatever bullshit the two violent bastards were about to start spewing.

‘What? What do you want?’

Nam-gyu took the lead now, staring down at him like he was something disgusting on the bottom of his shoe.

‘You’re really eating right now? After seeing all those people die?’

‘Yeah MG coin- what’s wrong with you, huh?’

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. 

‘Stuffing your face like it’s the first damn meal you’ve ever had, and still so skinny. You’re such a pig, man’ sneered Nam-gyu with a flick to Myung-gi’s forehead. Myung-gi flinched and just looked forward at nothing, still not trying to give too much of a reaction.

‘We lost everything because of you, boy. You don’t even care, do you? That you fucked with our lives?’

Myung-gi bit back the urge to say something snarky about ‘not caring about them full stop’ but he wasn’t stupid enough to attempt to provoke them further. He had to pick his battles in a place like this- he wasn’t 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 ‘understanding’ as a look as possible in hopes they’d think they won and leave him alone.

‘Yeah, I get it. Now…can I eat?’ 

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. 

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. 

‘Wh-hey! What the fuck?’ He exclaimed and grabbed on with his other hand, jerking back with both arms to try and prise his food free. ‘Let go!’

Nam-gyu wasn’t expecting resistance, convinced he’d have caught Myung-gi off guard, and acted almost offended at the gall of MG coin to try and keep his own meal.

‘Give it to me, you prick. You don’t fucking need it’

Myung-gi’s face was a mixture of disbelief and fury, the edge of the tray cutting into his fingers. ‘It’s my fucking food, asshole!’

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. ‘Just hand it over, coin. Skinny fuck like you is probably used to feeling hungry, right?’

Myung-gi still didn’t relent and spat out a spiteful ‘fuck you!’ 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 wasn’t painful at all. Annoying still, yeah. Uncomfortable? All the way. But not painful this time.

No, it was even worse. It tickled.

Thanos wasn’t 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 didn’t 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. 

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 Thanos’ hand. 

‘S-stop it, assholes! Give it ba-AHK!’

It was a gamble in itself to try and talk with Thanos’ 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 just…letting it go. Handing over the food, being done with it, but his pride said no. They’d already humiliated him earlier by getting themselves all up in his face, and more importantly- he didn’t 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 couldn’t 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-

‘Ghk-! AHAha!’

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 one’s ribs.

Myung-gi went bright red. He wasn’t 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. 

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.

‘The fuck was that noise, coin?’ 

No answer. Just a cold deep dread coiling through Myung-gi’s chest. Nam-gyu took this lack of attention from the ex-youtuber to roughly rip the tray from Myung-gi’s hands. Myung-gi flinched and instinctively went to grab it back, rocking forward on his knees and arms stretching out-

‘Hey. Speak the fuck up’ 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 didn’t care.

Thanos furrowed his brow and gave a disbelieving laugh, Nam-gyu taking a handful of rice (he wasn’t 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.

‘Thanos, man’ he gave a flippant point vaguely in Myung-gi’s direction between chewing, ‘I think our little friend here has a sensitivity problem’.

‘You’re telling me. Boy jumped like I’d electrocuted him’ 

Myung-gi forced a hard expression onto his face and shifted himself just a bit further up the bed. 

‘Leave me alone. You got what you wanted’ he stared pointedly at Nam-gyu who was still leisurely eating hisfood, ‘there’s no reason for you to hang around’

Thanos took a step round the bunk, and then another, getting steadily closer. His smile grew with each step but it wasn’t friendly- it was a cruel, amused grin that resembled more of a grimace, as if he was plotting. 

‘Oh, I think there’s a lot of reason for us to hang around, MG coin’ he murmured in a low, hungry tone. 

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 couldn’t peddle backwards, there was railing behind him. He couldn’t race forwards, he’d 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. 

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.

‘So, we’re…?’

‘Oh yeah, we’re tickling him’

‘Perfect’

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.

‘WHAT THE FUHUHHUHUCK?!’

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-gi’s wrist out the way. 

Nam-gyu was doing similar, making sure Myung-gi’s other hand couldn’t intercept their fun. His free hand was at Myung-gi’s stomach, no real technique, just vibrating his fingers into the muscle rapidly in little nonsense patterns. Not hard enough to hurt- that wasn’t the goal right now. The goal was to make this smug little bastard scream.

‘STOP! STOHOHohoHOP IHIHIT!’ 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. 

Nam-gyu’s eyes were wide in playful cruelty, like he couldn’t 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.

‘Holy shit. He’s like…ticklish incarnate’ Mused Player 124. 

‘Giggly little thing, ain’t he? Murmured Thanos, moving his tickling hand to join Nam-gyu’s at the stomach. He formed his hand into a claw and scrunched rapidly. ‘Jesus, coin, could you get any louder?’

‘Lookit that smile! He loooves this!’

‘HA! Yeah! You enjoying yourself, MG? Enjoying being tickled stupid by two guys who can’t fuckin’ stand you?’

‘I dunno Thanos, I actually do kinda like him like this. All blushy and squirmy. Like a worm’

‘A ticklish worm’

At their teasing, Myung-gi somehow flushed even redder and screamed a desperate ‘SHUHUHUT UP!’, 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.

 ‘Awhhh, he’s all embarrassed. Don’t worry, boy. We won’t tell anyone you’re a ticklish lil shit’

‘Won’t have to tell anyone. They’re probably hearing it right now’

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. He’d 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 was…well, harmless, really. That’s 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 couldn’t keep up; because what the fuck was happening right now?  

And most importantly- there was no ‘breathing through it’. There was no predictability. Each squeeze and jab tickled worse and worse because tickling was something he just…wasn’t used to. 

‘AHAHAHAHahhAHA! STAHAHAHAP! FUCK OHOHOFF!’

‘That’s not very nice, my boy! Aren’t you grateful we’re making your miserable ass laugh?’ Thanos dug sporadically under the smaller man’s armpit, drilling and jabbing in ticklish bursts. ‘Y’know, I’m actually kinda jealous of you right now, Coin-boy’

‘Jealous?’ Nam-gyu replied.

‘Yeah, man. I mean, just look at him. He doesn’t have to worry about his debt, or the fact half of Korea want him the fuck dead, or tomorrows game’ He spoke with such mocking sincerity it was almost laughable, as if he was genuinely trying to convince them. ‘He just has to laugh. And laugh. And laugh’ Another giggly shriek, another nasty scoff of ‘That’s your job now, prick. You’re payin’ us back in giggles and you’re still so far behind’

And with that, the self-restraint went out the window and Thanos decided he wasn’t satisfied with just one hand- he released his grip on Myung-gi’s 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. ‘Aww, tickly tickly little scammer~!’

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. 

Nam-gyu snorted at this and gave Myung-gi’s wrist, the one he was still holding, a playful shake. His other hand still clawed into his waist like it had personally offended him. ‘That’s right, prick! Just lie back and take it’

‘ihihIHIHIhihi! I cahaha-cahahant! GehEHEHET OFFAHAHAHA MEEEheheehee!’

 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. 

The bastard made a disgusted ‘tch’ noise, looking up at Thanos and saying a casual ‘help me out here, man’.

But Thanos was having way too much fun indulging in the two-hand torture. He’d moved both hands to Myung-gi’s 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 ‘Make Myung-gi cry’. 

‘Nam-su, I’m kinda in the middle of something’ he muttered without looking up, giddy grin almost splitting his face in two.

‘He’s got his fucking scammy claws in me, man. Asshole’s hurting me’.

‘Then just use your other hand?’ Thanos spoke as if it were a nuisance to even be having such a conversation. Nam-gyu huffed and said an exasperated ‘But then he’ll have both hands free and that’s more trouble than he’s worth’. 

‘Yeah, but look’ Thanos ruthlessly clawed and kneaded with more purpose now, lighting up with delight when Myung-gi’s 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 ‘Look at how much more efficient I am, Nam-gyu!’. 

Without waiting for his friend’s reaction, he closed his hands into loose fists and knuckled up and down the length of Myung-gi’s ribcage in a ‘washboard’ 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. 

This was by far the worst thing he’d ever felt. His brain turned to mush and- to ground himself, not even to push away anymore- his grip tightened on Nam-gyu’s wrist instinctively. The man let out a sharp hiss but didn’t pull away (it didn’t matter to him if Myung-gi wanted to be pathetic and clingy), just gave a sharp ‘Watch it!’.

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. 

‘SEE!’ He wheezed delightedly, one shoulder semi-bunched to his ear like it would block out the godless shrieking from the man below.  ‘He’s goin’ MAD!’

‘STOPSTOPSTOP!! STOHOHOHO-AHAHAHA!’ 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? 

Nam-gyu just wore an annoyed expression, flexing his hand slightly to regain blood flow.

‘You’re hogging him’ 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. 

 ‘Alright, alright. Don’t cry about it, Nam-su. Here’ 

…And for one glorious moment…the 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-gyu’s flesh.

‘Man, bastard did a number on you, huh? C’mon boy, give me that’.

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 couldn’t 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 he’d just finished completing a benign task, casually sniffing and saying ‘there you go, boy. Happy now?’

‘Very’ 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. 

‘W-WAIT!’ The two men looked down at him, uninterested. ‘Ugh, what is it now, MG coin? I wanna get back into it already’ 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. 

‘Uh, I- I…’ 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 they’d get a grip and leave him alone?

‘Look, you’re- this- I mean-‘ 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. ‘Go on, MG coin. We’re listening’

‘Just stop it, okay?!’ The scammer blurted out, voice threatening to crack in a very undignified manner. ‘Don’t you see how ridiculous this is?! The pair of you are like children! How can you not be embarrassed when you’re standing here fucking…fucking tickling me! Leave me the hell alone, you fucking assholes!’

It wasn’t his…finest work. He’d made better arguments replying to trolls in his comment section whilst shitfaced. He’d have probably come up with a more compelling string of words at the ripe old age of six. But alas, he’d said his piece and prayed they’d take pity and leave him alone.

There was a moment of silence, the only sound being Myung-gi’s furious panting. And then Nam-gyu spoke.

 ‘Damn, MG. Feel better after your little tantrum? You sure we’re the ones acting like children?’ 

‘Yeah boy! Don’t gotta get all mad just cause you’re so ticklish!’ Thanos chimed, shooting him a bright toothy smile like he hadn’t been the bane of Myung-gi’s life for the past five minutes.

Myung-gi stared at them in disbelief. ‘I-I’m serious! I’m being fucking serious you pair of shitheads! This is going way too far’ 

‘So dramatic’ sighed Nam-gyu with not an ounce of compassion. ‘It’s not like we’re hurting you, right?’

‘Yeah, boy. Like, seriously- it doesn’t hurt, does it? coz It’s no fun if you’re not laughing’ Thanos asked with…a surprise amount of sincerity? Like…for once, he actually wasn’t 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 didn’t hurt- not one bit. And ultimately it was harmless…it wasn’t like he was really panicking or trying to rip his arm off trying to get away. But still! It’s also not like he was enjoying this!

‘Wh- no, it doesn’t hurt. It just…’ his sentence tapered off and he looked away, shuffling uncomfortably.

‘It what?’ Thanos pressed, absolutely knowing what he was doing. He leant closer, dropping his voice. He gave Myung-gi’s wrist a mock affectionate squeeze. ‘Tickles? Is that it, Coin? Does it just tickle too bad?’ 

Myung-gi made a mortified sound and tried his best to hide how flustered he was.

‘Ohhh, it is, bro! He’s just too ticklish!’ Nam-gyu crowed. ‘Damn, Myung-gi, why didn’t 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?’

‘Nam-su, did you realise we were tickling him?’

‘Absolutely no idea, Hyung’

Myung-gi groaned in both exasperation and the knowledge that they weren’t going to stop anytime soon. They weren’t 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 they’d honestly have backed off. 

‘You two low-lives have got to be the most annoying people I’ve ever met’ he muttered, resigned, mostly to himself. ‘Can you please just go away?’. 

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 was…weird. It could’ve almost felt nice, if it wasn’t 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.

‘Hgk- st-stop! Stop thaha-that!’

‘Awhhh, Nam-su, look! Little coin’s even ticklish here!’ Thanos cooed in a silly voice. ‘How have you even made it this far in life being so damn sensitive, dude?’

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 weren’t for the mean half-smile on his face. 

Hit at both sides Myung-gi couldn’t 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 couldn’t stand it one more second and flipped his head. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat.

‘Poor thing’ Nam-gyu pouted, fake as could be. 

‘Stahahah-STOP! I -snrk- mean it! Ihihi-!’

‘Ahh, he means it’ Thanos said, pretending to care. ‘You also meant it when you told us to ‘bet it all’, didn’t ya? And look where that got us’ He continued tracing gentle circles in the curves of the ex-youtuber’s 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. 

‘I’ve already- ah! Already said I was scahahaha-scammed tahah-too!’ 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. ‘Th-there’s nothing I can do abouhuhut it now! Stahahahap!’

Thanos tightened his grip on Myung-gi’s wrist and scoffed.

‘You’re like some kid tryna get outta homework, coin’ Snorted the purple-haired druggie. 

‘I hope you get eliminated in the next game you fuHUHUHUCK- NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAhaaha-HAHAHA!’ He was cut off, rather rudely, by Nam-gyu’s fingers vibrating into his stomach, and then to his side with a sneering ‘that’s enough outta you, prick’. 

‘Get ‘im! No, no, back to his stomach, he hates that!’ Thanos gleefully egged him on, his own hand holding tight on Myung-gi’s 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 ‘break’ (possibly the saddest excuse for a break in the history of breaks) the gentler ticklng had given him.

‘I missed this’ Chirped player 124 as if he hadn’t seen his grandmother in years and not just been unable to tickle a grown man into hysteria for like, a minute. ‘Tickle tickle MG coin! How’s it feel, huh? Good, right?’

No response except for unintelligible howling and gasping. ‘Hey, hey- coin’ Thanos’ voice only just cut through his ticklish agony. ‘Where’s it tickle more, huh?’ And then a sudden poke into his ribs. ‘Here?’ Another jab, this time the soft spot under his arm. ‘Here?’

Nam-gyu was delighted with this new angle. ‘Nah, nah- it’s here, right?’ He grinned and jabbed into the squish of Myung-gi’s stomach. And that suddenly kickstarted their little ‘game’ as suddenly there were everywhere, fingers prodding and hands squeezing in random locations. It was sporadic, never in the same place ensuring he couldn’t get used to it. 

‘Here?’ Jab. ‘Here?’ squeeze. 

It was maddening. He was practically squealing now, shaking his head like he could launch the ticklish feeling off of him through motion alone. 

‘C’mon boy! Just tell us! Tell us and we’ll stop!’

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 didn’t hurt, it didn’t torture (at least, not in the traditional sense)- it just tickled so damn much.

‘STOHOHOHHOP IHIHIT! PLEAH-AHH! PLEAHAHAHSe!’

The two bullies cackled in delight. ‘Oh my god!’ crowed Thanos ecstatically. ‘I think that’s the first polite word we’ve gotten outta you!’ He gave Myung-gi’s thighs some cruel squishes, clawing into the tense muscle and cackling at the scream it elicited.  

‘Wonder what else we can get outta him’ Nam-gyu followed Thanos’ lead and squeezed at Myung-gi’s other thigh, kneading into the soft flesh again and again. ‘How about a ‘sorry’? Huh? Least you can do, man, don’t you think?’

‘SoHOHohO-SORRY!!’ 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 didn’t care how desperate or embarrassing he sounded- How unwarranted the apology actually was- he’d have said anything to make it stop at this point.

‘Oh,oh! What about- ‘Thanos and Nam-gyu are my bestest friends in the whole wide world?’

Okay, yeah, anything but that. 

‘GOHOhohO TO HEHEHEHELL!’

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. ‘Dumbass! Try again!’

Myung-gi forced himself to endure, to just laugh and laugh until they finally decided he’d 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 he’d been smiling.

‘AL-ALRIGHT! ALRIHIHIHIGHT! I’LL SAHAHAHAY IT!’ 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-gi’s thigh and with a shit-eating grin said ‘Weeell?’. 

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 didn’t crumble into dust in his mouth, and muttered out the quietest, most humiliating sentence he’d ever had the misfortune of being forced to say.

‘…ThanosandNamgyuaremybestestfriendsinthewholewideworld…’

Thanos leant closer and sickly-sweet asked, ‘what was that, Coin?’. 

Myung-gi groaned and rolled his eyes so hard they might as well have taken residence in the back of his skull.

‘Thanos and Nam-gyu…’

‘Yeeees?’

‘Are my…my…’

‘Your whaaaat?’ 

‘My bestest friends…in the whole wide world…’ As soon as the words were out, the two ticklers burst into hysterical laughter. His shame was as big as Thanos’ ego.

‘Ahahaha! Ohh, MG coin!’ Nam-gyu faked wiping a tear from his eye with his free hand. ‘We had no idea you felt that way!’ He patted Myung-gi’s stomach. ‘Such a sweetheart!’

‘We love you too, Myung-gi!’ Crowed Thanos as he took MG’s face with a strong hand, squishing his cheeks together like you might with a child. ‘Doesn’t it feel better to just admit it out loud?’ 

Myung-gi was past embarrassment about five embarrassments ago. He didn’t even fight or jerk his head away. His wrists were limp in their grasp. ‘…You both need your heads examined’. 

‘Don’t act like you’re better than us after all that, you little shit’ Nam-gyu goosed his side, only lightly, which made Myung-gi suck in a sharp breath. ‘No! Don’t fucking start!’ 

‘Oh, we are starting’ 

Myung-gi squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for what must’ve been the millionth round-

 ‘HEY!’

A voice that was neither Thanos’, Nam-gyu’s or Myung-gi’s 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.

‘What’s up, man?’ 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. 

‘What are you doing fighting at meal time? When elders are present?’

Thanos squinted at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‘The fuck you talking about? Fighting?’

‘And two against one’ continued Young-il, taking a few steps forward and gesturing at Myung-gi. ‘Are you not embarrassed?’

Player 230 scoffed, a lazy smile appearing on his face. Nam-gyu snickered from behind and said a quiet ‘Thanos, he thinks we were beating him’

Thanos cocked his head with a casual, ‘Nah, old man, you got it twisted’. He leant on the bunk railings, hands dangling languidly, wearing a lopsided grin. ‘We ain’t beating him. We’re tickling him’.

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 didn’t need anybody else knowing about this!

There was a moment of silence as the cogs turned in Young-il’s head. They were…what??

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.

‘Tickling…?’ 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.

‘Yeah, man’ 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-gi’s chin and put on the most condescending, fakest pout he possibly could, tilting his head so it pressed right against Player 333’s.

‘Just look at this miserable little bastard’ He cooed in a disgustingly sweet voice, making Nam-gyu titter. ‘He could do with some cheering up, right? I mean, who knows what’ll happen tomorrow?’ He nuzzled Myung-gi obnoxiously, who made a disgusted face but didn’t have the energy to push him away, with a faux-dreamy sigh. ‘Don’t want his ass going out with a frown, huh?’

‘Yeah, dude. We’re just being friendly’ 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. He’d 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.

‘He doesn’t look like he’s having fun’ was the only thing Young-il could think to say. During his time as Frontman, he’d never witnessed anything as bizarre as this. What on Earth was the procedure for…two guys tickling another guy? 

Nam-gyu stood up straight and sat on the bunk next to Myung-gi’s  frame, nudging his foot against Player 333’s knee. ‘Course he is! He was laughing, wasn’t he?’

Young-il raised his eyebrows like he was lecturing an actual child and said ‘Laughter is an involuntary reflex. Just because he’s laughing doesn’t mean he’s enjoying himself’. 

Thanos looked at him indignantly. ‘Are you trying to lecture us on tickling? Look at him’ He gestured toward the mess that was Myung-gi. ‘I think we know what we’re doing, man. Now if you’ll excuse us…’ 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. ‘Hey. You need help?’

Myung-gi was already halfway to saying that YES! HE ABSOLUTELY DID NEED HELP! 

But…he 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 couldn’t 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 tickling…but he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it from Thanos and Nam-gyu. 

He could see it now. 

Them, every time they were within vicinity, jeering and taunting about how- 

‘There’s the big strong MG coin who needed an old man to save him from our fingers!’, ‘Hey, coin, where’s your knight in geriatric armour?’, ‘How’s it feel knowing you can’t do shit without your precious lil grandadaround?’.

God, it would be constant. Being in this deranged shithole was bad enough without giving them even more ammunition.

Yeah, he’d pass.

He could feel three pairs of eyes on him as he said with a sigh, ‘No. No, I’m fine. Thanks, though’. 

The sparks of pure, staggering jubilance shooting from Thanos and Nam-gyu could’ve powered a small village for a month. He didn’t even need to look at them to tell that they were exchanging giddy disbelieving glances, faces like Cheshire cats. He hated that he’d let them win, but he had to be somewhat logical about this. 

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. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked with a hard expression, giving Myung-gi one last chance.

And that chance was incredibly hard to turn down. 

‘Yeah. I’m sure’

Player 001 could’ve 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 ‘fun’. 

Footage of players doing something as childish, entertaining as tickling another? The VIP’s 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.

‘Well, okay. But I’ll be keeping an eye on you, boys. Don’t take it too far’.

‘Yeah yeah, sure, whatever you want dude’ Thanos was already taking hold of Myung-gi’s wrist, Nam-gyu bouncing on his heels as he took the other, both staring down at him baring their teeth in excitement. They didn’t give Young-il another ounce of attention.

Myung-gi watched through Thanos’ 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. 

‘Aw, MG coin! You really do enjoy this, huh?’ Nam-gyu giggled. ‘You wanna spend more time with your bestest friends in the whooole wide world that bad?’ 

Myung-gi shot him a glare that could’ve killed. ‘Shut up. Get it over with, you freaks’

Thanos gave him a condescending pat on the cheek. ‘Deep breath, yeah?’

‘…Just leave my ribs alone’

‘Can’t promise that, boy’

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Wait… people of tickleblr… are you autistic

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what does everyone think of horror/thriller esque tkl fics?? bc omg. love them so much im working on one rn and its squid game will def try to work on it today bc this idea is so peak

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ik i say im going to draw something and its true i do but its mainly non tkls bc havent had the time to rlly sit and do it </33 also need to lock in w art social media this year arugh

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cleaned up doodle 🧡

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listening to top’s songs for the first time bc ough i love his voice in the interviews and ofc the first thing i hear is t word in korean

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WATCHED S3 SQUID GAME.. need need need to make silly art for them ough

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winner announced!!!! >:3 congratulations to the winning team hehe

hello everyone!! here is the final post to end taf. first of all, thank you to EVERYONE for all the lovely pieces. it was an absolute honor and pleasure to look at all the work everyone's made, and we applaud everyone's hard work. without further ado, we are pleased to announce the winner of TAF 2025.

and the winner goes to..

team scribbles!!!

congratulations to team scribbles for the win this year!!! both teams worked extremely hard, but according to our point system, team scribbles ended up victorious.

in the end, team scribbles racked up a total of 352 points, while team pokes got a total of 268 points. all in all, congratulations to both teams for all the amazing submissions, and that everyone is a winner!!!!

like last year, we are once again going to be posting a survey for all participants of taf to do!! responses are very much appreciated, as we'd love to hear from you all :D

here is the link!!

once again, thank you all so SO much to all the participants and team of taf for this event!!! it all couldn't have been done without you all. thank you, and hopefully see you next year <33

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barely any monoshin tkls on here… have to change that

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DOODLE DOODLE

Once again Ghost being a little gremlin and tormenting Phantom

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THEIR REFS ARE FINISHHEDDDDD

Will be putting some more stuff together for them including a tkl spot chart hehehehe

But here are my boys!