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five-rivers · 2 days ago

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Little thing inspired by various Justice League summons Danny posts I've seen about.

Interdimensional travel was hard.

It was a true statement, and one that, in retrospect, was obvious. Of course interdimensional travel was hard. It was reaching out of your reality and into one that had an entirely different set of rules. However, having an interdimensional portal in one's basement tended to skew one's understanding of these things. That was why it took Danny so long to realize that the Observants were actually worried about him.

"Wait," he said, looking up from the (admittedly very passive-aggressive) report the crowd of Observants had just dropped on his (already crowded) desk. "You want to change my summoning ritual because you think other dimensions might hurt my human half?"

"Some of them certainly will," said one of the Observants, testily.

"I didn't know you cared about that," said Danny, still somewhat stunned.

"We normally wouldn't," admitted the Observant, "but although the position of Ghost King is, politically, a figurehead, you are metaphysically vital to the Realms as a whole. Damage to you is to be avoided, when possible."

"Uh huh," said Danny, looking back down at the summoning ritual change paperwork. Although, through a combination of Danny's own nature and the nature of time across dimensional barriers, Danny still looked fourteen and spent a great deal of his time going to school in Amity Park, he had years of experience interpreting the Observants' paperwork under his belt. "Yeah, it's just that I don't think this is the best way to, like. Do that."

"It is the best way to protect you!" said the Observant who had, apparently, been selected as the group's spokesperson.

"Maybe," agreed Danny, who wasn't entirely sure that was true. "But I feel like some of these modifications would kind of be a problem for wherever I wound up."

"Then they ought not to summon you."

While Danny agreed with that sentiment in spirit (getting summoned was almost always inconvenient and annoying), in practice, he wasn't so sure. "I don't think there's any way to communicate that to the guys who are summoning me. Like, some of them get me with old Pariah Dark rituals. And most of them don't really care if their mistakes screw over other people, so..."

"Next to the well-being of the Realms, that is a minor concern."

Danny didn't disagree with that, but he wasn't about to waste time arguing with the Observants about it. They just didn't get it. He tapped his finger on another section that was bothering him. "Also, this seems to keep me from getting out of the summoning circle at all. If someone is summoning me to ask for help, that's going to keep me from doing much."

"It will also keep you from inadvertently exiting into a hostile environment."

"Even in my home universe?" asked Danny, pointedly. "This seems like something more geared to imprisonment than protection."

The Observants were silent.

"Oh, come on, guys, really? Again?"

The Observants scattered.

Danny sighed and picked up the paperwork. He didn't think it was all bad ideas, honestly, but he needed a second opinion that hadn't tried to stuff him in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep Mark 2.

Maybe Clockwork would look it over for him.

"It isn't an entirely terrible concept," said Clockwork, "except for the obvious drawbacks."

"The whole being trapped in the summoning circle bit," said Danny.

Clockwork nodded. "To be fairer than they deserve, there is no way to modify that portion of a summoning ritual in some types of universes but not others. Not from our own side of things, in any case."

"And I mostly can't get at the other side," said Danny with a groan. He perched on the back of Clockwork's chair. "I do want to make sure that I, I don't know, fit with other universes enough that I won't completely demolish them just by existing."

Clockwork hummed. "There are some ways to do that. There are drawbacks, however."

"Bigger drawbacks than accidentally nuking a planet because my radiation is different than theirs?"

"It depends on your perspective, I suppose."

Danny sighed. "Go ahead and tell me, then."

Clockwork picked up a pen. "You are a shapeshifter. You have multiple forms, one of which cannot be harmed through any normal means and which similarly would have little negative affect on the environment unless you acted to cause negative effects. Change the current ritual so that a summoning puts you in that form, and then further change it so that you cannot leave the circle unless you are in a form that will not automatically cause harm or be harmed by the laws of that universe."

"You mean my Ghost King form."

"All your forms are your Ghost King form."

"You know what I mean."

"I do," said Clockwork, smiling.

"It freaks people out, though."

"Your current form might, as you say, freak people out," said Clockwork. "If your summoners were, say, ants."

"Is that likely?"

"Not particularly. But consider the multiverse. Not all of your summoners will be human."

Danny crossed his arms, frustrated that there wasn't an easy solution. "I guess I could always shapeshift into something nonthreatening after. Hard to see if it's something safe without running into

"You can do more than that."

"I can?"

"Yes," said Clockwork, setting the pen to paper. "Let me show you."

The summoning circle shimmered and shivered as Constantine and Zatanna recited the chant, their voices rising and falling. Batman and other members of the League stood by, watching, waiting.

This, this ritual, wasn't their first choice. It wasn't their second, third, or fourth choice, either. But nothing else they had tried worked, and the entire world was at stake.

They were summoning the King of All Ghosts. An eldritch monstrosity that had once tried to conquer all realities. But the alternative was worse. Much worst. At least, with the King of All Ghosts, there was a chance that they could negotiate and that it'd want the Earth more or less intact for the sake of conquering it. At least, with this kind of summoning, they could offer a sacrifice, a bargain, a deal.

And if Constantine was good at anything, it was deals.

The lines of the summoning circle flared green, then pure white, and, without any other fanfare, the King of All Ghosts was there.

It filled the circle with starry darkness, struck with nebulae and aurorae. The clouds rippled as a star died near its heart, fiery cataclysms spreading throughout the being. A crown like the accretion disk of a black hole burned around its highest extremity.

Something like a voice, echoing and many-layered, emanated from the being. "Nghftùsh phlarûm âzgûm (1)." It paused, and the League felt it examine the area more closely. "Ko wgâ âzgûm nghftùsh derza. Ko gok hubhûfh fhtù gâh mglwnuh...(2)"

Constantine swore. "Oh, bollocks, I don't know that one. Would it be too much to ask that one of these things speak English? Just a little?"

"Nghftùsh ak. Ko ngngi. (3)"

"Zatanna," said Batman, "could a spell let us understand one another?"

"Kù-nghînku bùr fùmúu umni snîgûrip. (4)" It seemed to bend closer for all that it didn't move. "Nghftùsh laglúfhâk krîk ko phlî ak phlorza. Chthe nî hîhnâ, ka. (5)"

"I think I understand a little," said Captain Marvel, raising a hand. "I think it understands us just fine."

"Hagthu. Nghftùsh ngngi ùk nî chthe kûmpù nû gâ. (6)"

"It wants to get out of the circle," said Captain Marvel.

The veils of green light that shrouded the being rippled. "Dal phlù. (7)"

"Not without an agreement in place, you're not," said Constantine.

"Gagthashîzgathg. (8)"

"God," whispered Flash, "that hurts my throat just hearing it."

Batman shot him a glare, then stepped forward. They'd prepared a list of demands. Most of them were negotiable, but it was better to start something like this with things you were willing to remove or throw away. It took several minutes for Batman to read the whole thing.

"Ku. Chthal lohúfhâk hagthu. Fhta nghftùsh kâk phlorza ko thru. (9)"

"What did it say?" asked Batman.

"I'm... I think it said it'll do it, but it needs something from us in return."

Batman nodded. They'd expected something like this. Whatever it asked for, it would, without a doubt, be exorbitant. Then, they'd go back and forth, reducing each of their demands until they'd reached a deal both sides hated, but could accept. Constantine had bet that, at minimum, the King of All Ghosts would want the entire population of Earth as slaves.

"Nghftùsh kâk hû ko mglwno nî phnglâ gho-lobi. (10)"

"Uh," said Captain Marvel. "I think he said one of our lives."

"Hik! Rlo phlarâk kruk nîk ghû. (11)"

"Not just any of us," said Marvel. "It has to be someone who's a parent."

A tension fell over the room. They'd known they'd have to sacrifice something. A single life wasn't much, but for the King of All Ghosts to specify a parent...

"But are you sure it's just one?" pressed Constantine.

The King of All Ghosts gave off a sense of... exasperation? "Úzg, hû. (12)"

"One," said Captain Marvel. "Just one."

"And just us, not our kids or anything?"

"Nghftùsh ngngi ùk e nghuu. Gù phlarâk fush ko du? (13)"

"No, it doesn't want children. They're... wrong, somehow?"

"And it's not a sex thing?" Constantine sounded... strangely hopeful.

"Hik! Fhtùl! (14)"

"No," said Captain Marvel. "And... something about fat, maybe?"

"Oh, we're definitely getting eaten, then," said Constantine, with forced cheer. "I volunteer, then. It's not like my kids are sitting up waiting for me or anything."

"Hik nuk. Ngngi ko. E hâta phlarâk lerzaolûm. (15)"

"Not you, there's... something wrong with your soul."

"Oh, he's a picky eater, too, huh?"

"Let's not antagonize him, okay?" said Flash. "He's kind of-- He's kind of looming, right now."

And so it was. Somehow. Without moving.

"Who will... satisfy you?" asked Batman.

The entity did not move, but it managed to indicate Batman anyway.

"Very well," said Batman, before anyone could even attempt to talk him out of it. After all, his life for the lives of everyone in this universe was a very good deal. "Take me."

For the first time, the King of All Ghosts moved, all that darkness, all that light, rushing towards Batman.

There was a burst of blinding light.

When everyone opened their eyes again, a boy with black hair, blue eyes, and a jawline that bore more than a passing resemblance to Batman's was stepping out of the summoning circle.

"That's much better," he said, stretching. "No offense, dude, but you kind of suck at Ghost Speak." He turned to Batman. "What I was asking for was a template so I could exist in your universe and do what you want without accidentally blowing it up because of incompatible physics, but whatever. Not sure how you guys got me eating you out of that."

"You wanted a human appearance so you could better conquer this world?" asked Batman.

"Uh, no? You've got a pretty strong clause against conquering the world in your paperwork there. You're probably thinking about Pariah Dark, but he's old news." The boy smiled widely. "Let's get started on your problem, okay?"

I've been summoned.

You haven't summoned me before. You have a nice space station here...

I can. You can't.

Inter-dimensional language differences are so annoying.

I hope you can do something. This will be difficult, otherwise.

Good. I don't want to be in this circle forever.

Close enough.

Figures (literally, 'certainly').

Okay. That sounds good. But I need something from you.

I need one of you to be my template (literally, life-pattern).

No! It's like being a parent.

Yes, one.

I don't want your children. What is wrong with you?

No! Gross!

No way. Not you. You're crazy (literally, your soul is cracked).

#danny phantom #DPxDC #dp/dc

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creating--memories · 2 days ago

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This is How it Went - part 2

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Hey everyone, in honor of the win today, here is the second part to my series, let me know if you like it :) I tried to make this one a little bit longer. I also have been trying to add a song for each chapter that I feel like captures the feelings. Also I wrote part of this while watching the new Noah beck movie (it was so bad) 😭 so sorry for any typos. Enjoy!

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Part 2 - Oh my god, I think I'm in love with you

Word count: 1.8k

themes: angst, fluff

TW: none

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2020 crashed into Paige and Azzi’s lives like a wrecking ball. Paige’s senior year was abruptly cut short, and Azzi’s basketball career was put on indefinite pause. But neither of them was about to let that stop them from spending every moment they could together. Paige had been staying at the Fudd’s house for a few weeks, as they’d generously taken her in for the duration of quarantine.

Azzi lay sprawled on the couch, her legs propped up on the armrest. The cool leather clung to her thighs, offering some relief from the oppressive Virginia heat. Her face was buried in a book, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around her. Between Paige and the constant energy of her brothers, Azzi had gotten pretty good at tuning things out.

“Paige, Jose, NO!” Jon shouted, his voice full of mock desperation as he dashed down the stairs, Paige and Jose hot on his heels, Nerf water guns in hand. The three of them weaved through the furniture, taking turns spraying each other at every opportunity.

Paige darted behind Azzi’s couch, hoping to use her best friend as a shield.

Peeking her head around the couch, Paige scanned the room for her attackers. Just as she did, Jon turned toward her, ready to take a shot. But Paige ducked back, leaving Azzi to take the brunt of the water instead.

“Hey! What the heck, Jon?” Azzi yelled, frustrated both by her now-soaked sweatpants and the interruption to her reading.

“Blame Paige! She’s the one hiding behind you like a human shield!” Jon shot back, grinning.

Azzi shot Paige a stern glare.

Paige pouted, shrugging her shoulders. “Sorry, Az, I was under attack!”

Azzi couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. For some reason, Paige had a way of making her crack, especially when those bright blue eyes of hers softened in that familiar, endearing way.

“Hey, you three! Take it outside, or knock it off!” Katie’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

“Yes, ma’am!” the trio chorused, before running out onto the deck.

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Azzi lay in her bed, propped up against the pillows, wrapped in her favorite pink, fluffy blanket. She was lost in her book when a familiar voice interrupted her peaceful reading.

“Azziiiiii!”

“Azziiii!”

“Azziiiiiiii!”

Azzi sighed, not bothering to look up. “Paige, please. I’m almost finished with this chapter.”

“But I’m bored!” Paige whined, poking her friend on the shoulder. “I want to do something fun.”

Azzi kept her gaze on her book. “Like what?”

“What if we dyed our hair?” Paige’s suggestion broke Azzi’s concentration, and she looked up to see Paige wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

“You’re serious?” Azzi raised an eyebrow, half-laughing, half-incredulous.

“Yeah, why not? It’s not like anyone’s going to see us,” Paige shrugged.

Azzi smiled. “What the hell, sure.”

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Paige sat on the edge of Azzi’s bed, a purple-stained towel draped around her shoulders to protect her clothes from the dye running down her back. She opened up snapchat on her phone, turning her head side to side to admire her new look in the mirror. After snapping a few pics, she uploaded one to her private story: *“Purple Paige 👀💜”* then waited impatiently for Azzi to finish rinsing out her dye in the bathroom next door.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom burst open, and Azzi stormed in, a trail of purple water dripping behind her. The only thing covering her was a towel wrapped around her chest.

“Paige, my hair is a total flop!” she groaned.

Paige threw her head back and laughed. “Maybe it’ll look more purple when it dries?”

Azzi glared at her. “Ugh, this was a waste of time,” she muttered, turning to face her mirror, her back to Paige.

Paige’s breath hitched as her eyes drifted to Azzi’s bare back, streams of purple falling down from her curly hair, highlighting the curve of her shoulders. She felt a familiar warmth spread through her chest, her heart fluttering. She’s beautiful, Paige thought

Suddenly, hit with a pang of anxiety, Paige looked down at her hands and started to pick at the stitches on the pink comforter she sat on, trying to keep her eyes on anything but Azzi. Fuck, why am I thinking these things about her, she’s a girl, and she’s my best friend. Paige thought to herself.

“At least one of us had some success,” Paige said, her voice a little too sharp as she fiddled with the threads.

“Yeah, I guess,” Azzi muttered, slipping a black tank top over her head.

Azzi flopped down next to Paige, grinning. “Let’s call Colleen and show her our new look.”

Paige moved closer to Azzi as she pulled out her phone and dialed Colleen, relieved for the distraction.

“Colleen, look, we’re purple!” Azzi exclaimed when her friend answered.

“Wow! I like the edgy look. Very mature,” Colleen teased, laughing as she watched the girls shake their hair dramatically.

“I wonder what Josh is gonna think when we go back to school,” Colleen added with a sly smile. “He’ll probably flip.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I don’t even like him like that.”

Paige’s stomach twisted. “Who’s Josh?” she asked, keeping her tone casual, though she could feel the jealousy rising in her chest.

“Just some guy in our grade,” Azzi shrugged, waving it off.

“Yeah, just some guy who has a HUGE crush on Azzi,” Colleen teased.

Paige’s heart sank. Of course he does she thought. Paige felt a lump rising in her throat. She tried to steady her voice and say something in response, but all she could muster out was a small “oh”.

Azzi brushed it off. “I don’t like him back, though.”

“Well, I think he’s cute,” Colleen chimed in before turning the conversation back to Paige. “So, Paige, any crushes you want to show your new purple look off to?”

Paige shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her fingers picking at the loose threads again. “Nope. No crushes for me.”

Azzi gave her a knowing look. “C’mon, there’s got to be someone.”

Paige’s voice was tight as she responded, “Really, Azzi. There’s no one.”

Colleen exchanged a glance with Azzi before turning back to Paige. “Not even Jalen?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Jalen? What? No. We’re just friends, seriously. He’s like a brother to me.”

“Oh c’mon Paige we’ve all seen the pictures of you two, there has to be something more there. I think you’d be cute together” Azzi pushed.

Azzi’s words felt like daggers in Paige’s chest. She didn’t know why but she felt like her heart had just been stomped on. A panic started to rise in her throat as she blurted out a response to the girl.

“I said no! We’re just friends, and I don’t want to be anything more. Now will you just drop it and get off my case Azzi?” Said Paige, her voice coming out more harsh than she had meant.

Azzi’s smile faltered, a confused expression crossing her face. “Sorry, didn’t know,” she muttered.

Sensing the tension, Colleen quickly ended the call. “I’m gonna go. I’ll call you later, Az.” She said as she offered her friend a comforting smile and hung up the FaceTime.

As the screen went black, the room fell silent. Paige wanted to apologize, to explain herself, but the words stuck in her throat. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Azzi’s eyes.

“I’m gonna go downstairs,” Azzi said quietly, standing up. “See you in a bit for dinner?”

Paige offered a small nod in response as the curly haired girl gave her shoulder a small squeeze and walked out of the bedroom.

As the bedroom door shut, Paige held her breath, trying anything to stop the tears that welled in the corners of her eyes from falling onto the sheets below her.

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Later that night, the two girls lay side by side in Azzi’s bed—Paige on her back, Azzi curled up facing the wall. Paige’s mind raced, her fingers tapping nervously against her chest.

“Azzi?” she whispered into the dark.

“Yeah?” Azzi’s voice was soft, almost hesitant.

“Are you awake?” Paige asked.

“No,” Azzi murmured, shifting slightly to face her.

Paige let out a small, nervous chuckle.

“I’m sorry for snapping earlier.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for pushing you,” Azzi said quietly.

A small wave of relief washed over Paige, and she smiled, grateful for the understanding.

“Azzi?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever had a crush on a boy?”

Azzi hesitated, thinking for a moment. “Yeah. I think so.”

“How do you know?” Paige asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Azzi shrugged a little. “It’s like… a feeling. Butterflies in your stomach, warmth in your chest. I think when it happens, you just know.”

Paige stayed quiet, turning onto her side to face Azzi, her eyes searching her friend’s face.

The two girls laid there for a few moments, looking into each other’s eyes their view not quite completely drowned out by the darkness of the night.

“Do you think someone could feel that way about a girl?” Paige’s voice shook slightly.

Azzi thought for a moment, letting the unanswered question linger in the air. “I’m not sure. But I don’t see why not.”

Paige nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.

Azzi reached out, her fingers hovering as if asking permission. Paige reached back, their hands intertwining. The room seemed to hold its breath as their eyes locked, and Azzi’s soft smile made Paige’s heart race.

They lay there for a moment, fingers linked, the quiet night between them filled only with their breaths. Paige shifted her head forward, her lips hovering. Azzi closed her eyes, as if an invitation for Paige to close the gap between them. Their lips touched softly, a warm feeling washing over both of the girls.

Paige shakily untangled her fingers from Azzi’s and placed her hand on her cheek. Azzi brought her hand to meet Paige’s waist, her pinky brushing against the bare skin between Paige’s sweatpants and T-shirt, sending a shiver up her body and pulling the other girl deeper into the kiss.

As both girls finally pulled away from eachother, their cheeks flush from the kiss, Paige let out a small sigh. Azzi laid her head back down onto Paige’s chest, pulling the comforter over both of them and closed her eyes.

“Azzi?” Whispered Paige

“Yeah?” She answered softly.

“Goodnight”

“Goodnight Paige.”

#pazzi fics #pazzi is real #pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #wlw #paige buckets #uconn wbb #Spotify

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otomiyaa · 1 day ago

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Gi-hun's Weakness

Gi-hun & In-ho

A/N: Hiatus & queue over right before the end of the year and this is the first shite I'm throwing at y'all HELp.

Summary: Hwang In-ho finds out something interesting about Gi-hun during their bathroom break. (Also on AO3)

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers, mention of blood, silly tickles

Word Count: 1.1K

The bathroom wasn't as messy as it was after the first game. Sure, the six legged pentathlon resulted in shock and terror equally to the first round, but it was dealt with differently.

Hwang In-ho noted the silence in the bathroom, apart from the sound of people peeing and mumbling. No more panicked cries like "what's going on?!", and no more people wailing that they were going to die.

There was less blood. Less panic.

Queueing to take a piss, In-ho listened to the soft mumbles and whispers that were heard instead.

"Jung-bae."

In-ho heard Seong Gi-hun's voice behind him.

"Yeah?" Jung-bae reacted.

They sounded so dry as if they were just meeting at the coffee machine in the office. In-ho rubbed his nose and sniffed to hide a chuckle.

"What do you think the next game would be?"

"Dunno. You?"

".....I'm not sure."

In-ho nodded slowly. Earlier, Gi-hun had been wrong to think the Dalgona game would be back like some boring repetitive cycle, how stupid could he be? Obviously he couldn't guess the next game either.

"You know what it should definitely not be?" Jung-bae asked.

In-ho was all ears.

"No idea? Something where we will all die?" was Gi-hun's unserious reply.

Jung-bae laughed sarcastically. "Haha, no. Something where you would die for sure. A tickle fight. "

In-ho raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, that's unfair," Gi-hun immediately hissed. They tried to keep their voices down, but In-ho could hear every word. It was also almost his turn to pee. He didn't want to go.

"It's like a children's game, right? And you're so ticklish. Your chances are very slim," Jung-bae whispered.

Gi-hun mumbled something that sounded more like gibberish or some sort of embarrassed cry, but before In-ho could enjoy more of the conversation it was their turn to pee, after which they had to go back.

The amused Front Man couldn't help but repeat this new information in his mind for no reason at all.

The next game... A tickle fight. He regretted this was not the case. But he glanced at Gi-hun who was walking just slightly before him. He reached out and took his collar, forcing the guy to stop walking while everyone else continued obliviously.

Gi-hun looked at him in surprise and confusion. "What are you doing?" he asked calmly. "Is there something on me?"

It was still kind of cute that he didn't even suspect Hwang In-ho at all. He should know better after knowing the previous #001 player. Then again, In-ho had to admit, that six legged pentathlon just now... Doing that together was pretty fun. He was glad Gi-hun was so oblivious.

"Your friend was just promoting your weakness in the bathroom. You think that's okay?" the Front Man asked, not even sure what he was getting at himself.

Gi-hun snorted. "Oh that. He was just joking."

In-ho looked from side to side for a quick moment. People were still passing by. Then without warning he jabbed Gi-hun in the side. A surprised cackle could be heard, and Gi-hun quickly covered his mouth.

"Shit! D-don't do that!" He lifted his knee - as if his first response was to knee In-ho in the balls? In-ho swiftly caught his leg under his knee and pressed his victim against the wall. Oh he was in for it now.

With his free hand he reached back for Gi-hun's side and clawed firmly this time. One would say that Hwang In-ho may have forgotten how it was possible to tickle a person, but gladly that wasn't the case.

"HAH! Hehehey you- don't you dahahare!"

Oh but In-ho dared. He felt a smirk tugging at his lips as he tickled Gi-hun, reducing him to a pile of silly yelps and giggles with ease.

"A joke, hm? I guess that joke was so funny it makes you laugh until you cry," In-ho said in a bit of a sinister tone.

"I ahaham not cryihing! Lehet go ohof mehe!" Gi-hun struggled fiercely against the wall. In-ho glanced over his shoulder. Looked like the last few people left the bathroom and they awkwardly refused to look their way. It probably looked more like In-ho and Gi-hun were caught in a violent one-on-one rather than the tickly mess it actually was, but still.

In-ho waited until they were around the corner and then shoved Gi-hun onto the ground, just because he could. There he proceeded to actually make work of this: to make sure he would actually cry, because why not.

His large hands dug into Gi-hun's ribs and made him screech, and In-ho found himself chuckling as well.

"To me it does sound like you're crying," he taunted.

"Quihihit it- nohoho! You- WAhhahah!" It felt so satisfyng to watch him flop on the floor like a ticklish fish. Or something. In-ho noted every strange movement Gi-hun made. He absorbed every ridiculous shriek and cackle that echoed through the hallway, and for a moment he got a little carried away there.

It was just him, Gi-hun, and that insane weakness of his. Well, and the guard who stood awkwardly on the side with his gun, but who also knew with one look from In-ho that he was in no way allowed to interrupt.

And Gi-hun? Well, too ticklish, too naive, too silly to even wonder why the guard wouldn't break up this crazy tickle fight. If anyone could even call that a fight.

By the time In-ho granted him mercy, tears were in Gi-hun's eyes and he desperately gasped for air.

"Care to repeat: was it really a joke?" In-ho asked. Gi-hun gave a stiff shake of the head.

"W-wasn't."

His blush looked rather funny.

"So?"

"Got a weakness," Gi-hun admitted, probably noting In-ho's threatening hand that was still covering his ribs, ready to attack again if he wouldn't surrender.

"Which is...?" In-ho smirked and Gi-hun admitted defeat with a deep sigh.

"I'm ticklish."

His expression showed how much he hated to admit defeat, but In-ho also knew he had made perfectly clear that he wasn't going to leave it alone without the confession. He grinned, satisfied with that little win.

"Got it. That wasn't so hard, hm? So I'd tell that friend of yours to be careful announcing that weakness in a place like this," In-ho said as he finally got back on his feet and held out his hand to help Gi-hun up as well.

Still rather flustered, Gi-hun accepted quietly and nodded. "You're right."

In-ho had to hold back his own laughter. Poor man had to be so embarrassed!

"I promise I won't tell anyone," In-ho said.

"Well, thanks for that," Gi-hun replied, indeed sounding like he wished he could sink through the floor. Together they returned to the others, and while In-ho knew the next game wasn't going to be a tickle fight, he was kind of glad he still got to make use of that foolish weakness just by himself.

#squid game #squid game spoilers #gihun x inho #tickling #tickle fic #seong gi hun #hwang in ho #toxic yaoi'ing myself into 2025 #otomiya!writes

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numberonetacostan · 20 hours ago

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I remember reading a headcanon once where the contestants can only be programed to know the emotions that Mephone knows (not he unable to feel them, just knowing what they are when they do feel them) and romantic love was brought up (as well as the other not platonic kind but we don't need to get into that) but basically they'd be on their own to figure out what it was (with the theme of this blog it's kind of inevitable this gets related to tacopad/Tacomic, although more tacomic here tbh because Mepad could probably just pull up the dictionary definition or something, if that would even help I'm not exactly sure)

Hello!!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in an ask!!! :] I am unfortunately having a bit of trouble reading the first part, so I apologize if I get anything mixed up.

The contestants learning about romantic love on their own is a super sweet idea actually?? We see in canon that payjay are already figuring it out, and it's interesting to note that our first canon couple consists of a season 1 exclusive character and a season 1 + 4th s3 boot who didn't stay on indefinite island. It's almost as if the game gets in the way of the contestants forming healthy, loving relationships. Weird.

But yes, the contestants would be on their own for learning about and navigating romantic love!! There will be a lot of self-discovery going on post-canon, and this would fit right in!! I'll write a bit about Tacomic and Tacopad since you mentioned them, but I actually don't mind talking about other characters or ships at all!!!^^ I love every ii character, other than maybe Salt, but then I feel bad about leaving her out so. Taco just happens to be my favorite :).

SO Tacomic would uh stumble and fumble around a lot I think. They're still working on their friendship at first, Taco has a lot to learn, and she's currently grieving Mepad. Mic still has growing to do too, even if she's gotten better and grown since s2 episode 14, yeah? I think it gets easier as things go on for them. Taco always has her little crush on Mic, but it's Taco she is shoving those feelings as far down as she can, because she doesn't want to lose Mic again. It would be when Mic's falling for Taco that things would really be getting started, because I think Mic seeing Taco changing and working so hard to be better because Mic is so important to her might make Mic's heart explode one day and she realizes oh she wants Taco. She probably had some feelings during their partnership, but that dynamic wasn't as healthy or strong in it's emotional connection, so Mic ends up falling again later on.

TACOPAD!!! Uh neither of them are too incredible with their own emotions. I mean, Taco is just bad with feelings in general, but Mepad is a pretty great therapist, yeah? But it's important to keep in mind how his emotional range and intensity has changed since the beginning of season 2. He's been watching the contestants all along, learning about feelings from Toilet, but his own are an entire other ballpark!! And we see how intense these feelings are, he loves all the contestants so much that he died for them. And intense feelings can be a lot for a guy who used to feeling very little at all!!! I am a Tacopad learning about feelings together truther actually. Mepad helps Taco to manage hers and express them in a healthy way and Taco makes Mepad feel a whole hell of a lot and helps him learn to communicate his at all!! I have so much to say about Tacopad. I can't believe we only got four months of it instead of four years as god intended based on the old season 2 upload schedule. I have so many feelings about them!!!!!

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