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saturnzskyzz · 9 days ago

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IM WITHERING AWAYYYYYY

Safe Space.

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--Jax didn't lose everyone...--

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|Lee - Jax -- Ler - Kinger|

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FTing Lee(s) and Ler(s) - Queenie (Ler) , Ribbit (Lee) , Gloink (Ler) , Pomni (Lee)

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FT - Queenie, Ribbit, Caine, Ragatha, Pomni, Zooble, & (A) gloink

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Mentioned - Gangle and Bubble

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AU - M I N E !

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×It's not just me who notices Jax hardly ever picks on Kinger, right? That or I'm being delusional... eh, my AU, I do what I want>:3×

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Jax was walking by Kinger's little pillow fort until the small pillow door opened

"JAX!!!" Kinger yelled, flopping out

"AAH!-" Jax yelped, jumping back "A-Are you insane?! What?!" He put a hand on his chest, his ears twitching

"...Come inside!" Kinger smiled and slithered his way back in his pillow home

"...Seriously?" Jax's ears drooped, annoyed.

Jax hesitated for a second before he heard a yell, his ears perking up.

"JAX, DID YOU F[Boink!]NG STEAL ONE OF MY ARMS?!" Zooble yelled from afar.

"O-On second thought--" Jax scurried into the pillow fort, closing the entrance, scooting back.

"Oh, you came!" Kinger smiled with his eyes, his hands on his lap

"Yeah, yeah-..." Jax rolled his eyes a little

"Wait-- Caine, why are the gloinks here?!" Ragatha's voice rang out, sounding concerned.

"...Oh, it seems I summoned them on accident! My bad, my blue droopy cow!" Caine's voice could be heard

"...Did-... did you just call Ragatha fat-?" Pomni asked, her voice holding worry and little confusion

Jax and Kinger heard all of this, Jax letting out a few giggles. Genuine laughs.

Kinger frog blinked, still staring at Jax "...It's been a while since I've heard you laugh like that, Jax." He spoke

Jax looked over, raising a brow "...How do *you* remember that?.."

"Oh, I remember a lot! ...In the dark, at least. And it's been a while since you've laughed!" Kinger explained, his voice soft

Kinger... knew why Jax didn't laugh like that a whole lot anymore. But he didn't bring it up.

"Yeah, why?" Jax asked, not expecting Kinger to ACTUALLY remember the reason.

". . . Your sharp teeth?" Kinger made up an excuse.

"...I mean-- I guess?" He shrugged, lying down on the pillows beneath him.

"Too scary?"

"Pfft-- noho... I just look weird with my mouth open. Besides, me talking with my mouth closed is way more cool." He shrugged with his grin, staring up at the never-ending ceiling. There were green glowing stars hanging above.

Kinger blinked. He saw right through Jax. So did Pomni. Honestly? Kinger missed hearing Jax giggle... happily. Kinger was really all Jax had left.

He remembered when Ribbit and Jax would pull a prank on someone and then run off to hide in his pillow fortress, giggling like children when they heard the chaos outside. Queenie was there a few times when it'd happen, too. She'd just look at Kinger and chuckle.

Kinger hummed thoughtfully, thinking. The silence was... kind of comfortable. Besides the chaos happening outside. Gangle could be heard screaming, running away from the gloinks, and Bubble saying... lovely things. Jax was zoned out, but Kinger heard most of it...

"Eep-!" Pomni yelped when a gloink accidentally jumped into her side, then hopped off

"You okay?" Ragatha reached a hand out to Pomni but didn't touch her.

"Hmn?.. Oh, yeah... just tickled." She chuckled and rubbed her side

Tickled?

Kinger looked down at his hands, having a memory flashback

"QUEHEHEHEENIE-! *croak* STAHA-- EEHEHE! *croak*" Ribbit giggled, trying to push Queenie's hand off of his stomach, his back up against her side.

"What? Troublemakers were punished back in my times~" She chuckled softly, her other hand pinching over Jax's sides, who was on the pillow ground, on his stomach, his feet kicking behind him

"*hic* NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!-- *hic* KIHIHIHINGER HEEEEHEHEHEHELP!! *hic*" Jax buried his face in his arms, his tail wagging

Kinger snickered, sitting next to Queenie "Gave them the royal punishment, dear?"

"Of course I did!~" She said cheerfully, resting her head on Kinger's shoulder

Kinger just rested his head on hers, the two boys giggling and laughter filling up the pillow room.

Kinger looked back over at Jax, who seemed calm.

"...I did forget one thing." He spoke.

Jax's ears perked up again as he looked at Kinger "Yeah?.. What's that?"

"If we could still feel..." Kinger tried to hide the smugness in his tone but failed.

"We can... why?" Jax caught on, confused

Kinger hummed "Then... can I just..." his hand reached out, his fingers poking Jax's belly

Jax yelped "Hehey-!" He let out a giggle, about to scoot away

"Just an experiment, don't be so tense~" His fingers now tickled Jax's sides and ribs

Jax let out bursts of giggles, his mouth opening to reveal his sharp teeth. "K-Kihihihinger!!"

There's the smile Kinger remembered...

"What's the matter?.." He acted oblivious but couldn't help but chuckle, watching Jax hug himself and curl up, not making much of an effort to escape.

"You-- *hic* hehehehe! This isn't fahahahair!! It tihihihihickles!!" Jax giggled, shaking his head.

"Geez, did I lose my tickle skills? I think I should start practicing more...~"

"NOHO-! *hic* do nohohot staha-- AAHHAHA!- HEHEHEHEHEY-!" He squealed when Kinger started to pinch around his belly and sides... and lower ribs.

"Do nohohot what again? Couldn't hear you over that... oh, that so mysterious laughter~" Kinger teased

"KIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINGER!!-" He hiccuped, covering his face with his hands, his smile still visible as his feet started to kick a bit

"Yes, that's my name! Very good~!" You could hear the grin in his voice.

"SMAHAHARTA[Bonk!]S!! *hic* HEHEHEHE!- *hic*"

"Wanna play bunny burrow?"

Bunny burr-- oh.

"NOHOHO!! NO-- AHAHAHANYTHING BUT THAHAHAT!!" Jax uncovered his face, his eyes wide. But they immediately shut again when he threw his head back in laughter

"I think we should!" Kinger ignored Jax's pleads.

He pinned Jax's hands to his chest, his other hand going down to Jax's knees. He put two fingers on his knee and started to "walk" up Jax's leg

"The bunny takes one step, two step, three step, four step!"

"I cahaha-- I cahahan't loohohohook!!" He whined between his giggles, somehow grabbing Kingers' hand and covering his eyes with it.

If Kinger could, he'd smile fondly at the rabbit.

"Five step, six step... until he stumbles across moss!" Kinger poked his fingers around Jax's thigh.

"*hic* KIHIHINGER-- *hic* NOHOHO!! STAHAHA-- AAHAHAHAHAHA!" His wide smile somehow just got bigger, his face flushed

"What? The bunny likes the moss!"

"WEHEHEHEHELL MAKE IT STAAAHAHAHAHAP!!"

Kinger chuckled "Fineee..." he placed his two fingers on Jax's hip, digging in a little, making the rabbit squeal. "He walks again! One step, two step....~"

His fingers crawled up until it stopped below Jax's stomach

"Untillll...."

"Noho-- noohohoho!! Dohohohohon't!!" Jax gripped Kinger's hand more, his legs curling up

"He jumps right into home!!" He zipped his fingers to Jax's belly button and stomach, digging his fingers in

"EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEK!!! *hic* KIHI-- *hic* NOHOHOT THEHEHE-- *snort* NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!! *hic* OHO-- OH MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD!!" He went absolutely HYSTERIC

Kinger snorted and stopped, seeing Jax had enough.

When Jax let go of Kinger's hand, panting and giggling tiredly, he had it rest on top of Jax's head. "You okay?"

Jax curled up, his mouth now closed as he nodded "Yeheah... yeah-... f-- ehehe... fihine..." His eyes drooped closed, absolutely exhausted.

"How about you take a nap?"

Jax let out an exhale. "I... guess that wouldn't... hurt..." he was already drifting off to sleep. Didn't take long until he just passed out.

Kinger just shook his head fondly, patting Jax's head "...Goodnight, kid."

Jax really was the same goofball he remembered...

💜End💜

If Jax seemed more childish... that was the intention! This is more Kingers POV, and he still sees Jax as that childish young boy he remembers.

#I love them #tadc tickles #saturn reblogs 🌌

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saturnzskyzz · 20 days ago

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I read this earlier but AAAAAHHHHHHÆEEEEEEEEEEE LETTIEEEEEEEE

I’m eating this THE FUCK UPPPPPPPPPP

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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Saiouma Tckl Fic

(For the two danganronpa fans that like tckl fics here)

Hey guys. Never posted here before 😟

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It was just another day trapped in the killing game. I had some free time, and so I decided to go to the dining hall to make some tea. Even though I had found myself in this abnormal situation, being able to sit down, drink tea and collect my thoughts was an oddly comforting way to pass time… It was something that I had done a lot back at home. I entered the kitchen and after making the drink just like how I used to, I made my way back to the sitting area. I was the only one in the room… For now anyway.

As I was sitting down with my freshly made drink, I was suddenly startled by the door to the dining hall swinging open and loudly hitting the wall with a thud. An obnoxiously loud voice greeted me, I immediately knew who it was.

“Shuichi! There you are!” I turned around to see Kokichi skipping towards me.

“K-Kokichi! Don’t barge in like that!..”

“Sooorry, I’m just super happy that I found you! I’ve been looking around all over the place for you, y’know.” He sat down on the chair beside me.

“For me? Why?”

“I just have a liiitle problem and I thought- “Who better to ask for help then the ultimate detective himself!” I gotta say, I’m pretty lucky that I ended up trapped here with someone like you~.”

Ignoring that last part, I questioned him. “What’s wrong?” I said, realising that I had now made the mistake of actually listening to what he had to say.

“Well, you see, I’ve lost something super duper important and without it, I don’t even think I can hold the title of the ultimate supreme leader! You’ve gotta help me find it.”

“Huh? What exactly *is* this thing?”

“I can’t tell you silly! Only someone with my status can know what it is.”

“How do you expect me to help you find something if I don’t even know what it looks like?”

“You’re the ultimate detective! Shouldn’t you be able to like, find stuff without knowing what it is or what it looks like?”

“Thats… Not how it works..” I replied. “Why would I even help you anyway? You’ve been nothing but trouble ever since we got here.”

His cheerful demeanour abruptly changed as he gave me a cold stare, his voice lowered. “Cuz if you don’t, I’m totally going to kill you.”

I gave him a bewildered look, which was exactly what he wanted from me. “W-what? Are you being serious?”

“I dunno, am I? You better comply, I wouldn’t risk it if I were you.”

I took a second to think. He had me right where he wanted me. I knew I couldn’t trust him. I just had to go along with it.

With a sigh, I finally replied. “Alright, I’ll help.”

As if a switch was flipped in his mind, his happy demeanour hastily returned. “Yayyyy~ I knew you would! C’mon follow me.”

With a prolonged sigh, I got up, poured my perfectly good cup of tea down the drain in the kitchen and followed Kokichi out of the dining hall... Well, it was more like Kokichi grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the dining hall. From there, what would come to be the longest wild goose chase in existence commenced. We spent hours going from room to room, searching for this mysterious item, to which we found nothing. Any attempt I made to inquire about what the thing was just gave me cryptic responses and even more confusion. I was getting tired, though Kokichi seemed just as energetic and enthusiastic as he was when we started looking. I had finally had enough when he made me search the warehouse for a second time, with the excuse that he was “Too small and frail” to reach the shelves and look with me. I finally spoke up.

“Kokichi, I’m tired of your nonsense. We’ve been at this for hours now. I really don’t think we’re going to find it, especially since you keep insisting that I can’t know what it is.”

A sad expression developed on his face. “Come oooon.. We can’t give up nowww…”

“If this thing is so important to you, why aren’t you worried right now? You’ve been so enthusiastic this whole time.”

“Oh I’m toootally freaking out on the inside right now. I’m just hiding it super well.”

Suddenly, as if something had clicked in his head, his eyes lit up and a mischievous grin appeared on his face… What was he up to now?

“I’m the detective now Shuichi! Clearly you’re too lame of a detective to find it!”

I was really losing my temper now. “What?”

“Now.. Thinking about this logically… We’ve searched basically everywhere that it could be now, which brings me to the conclusion that…” he paused for a second and then let out a dramatic gasp, “You stole it!”

Taken aback, I began to defend myself. “H-huh? Me?! But I don’t even know what it is!”

“Tsk tsk, Shuichi. No point in lying to me! I can see right through you! Hmm… That’s it. I’m gonna have to search you!”

“S-search me? As in… Feel around my body?!” The thought of that happening scared me. I could feel my face getting warm.

“Yup! You must have it hidden on you somewhere! Your face it totally screaming, “I’m guilty!” Right now.”

“I-I don’t have it, I swear!”

“Hmm, you’re stuttering… And your face is going all red too. That’s a big pointer to you being the culprit! C’mere!”

I made a feeble attempt to back away from him, but it was too late. He pounced on me, causing us both to topple to the ground. He straddled me, slipped his small hands under my uniform and began feeling around my torso. I immediately felt my face turning a deep shade of red. I couldn’t believe that I was being overpowered by such a small guy so easily. As his fingers moved along me, I found myself suddenly trying to hold back laughter. Why was this tickling me? My body tensed up and I began squirming. I brought one of my hands to my mouth self consciously in an attempt to cover both the smile that was starting to grow on my face and my redness. Impulsively, I blurted out-

“K-kokichi! Quihihit it already! Y-you’re tickling me!”

I immediately came to regret saying that.

“No can do!” He gasped, “Hey, does it tickle when I do this?” His fingers began to focus their attention on my sides. I’d always been pretty insecure about them because I thought that I put on weight easily. I’ve heard that you’re most ticklish in places that you’re insecure about and I suppose that’s true in my case because when he did this, I completely lost the little composure that I had and couldn’t suppress my laughter any longer.

“Wait! W-where are you putting your ha- PFFT, hahahahaha p-plehehease stohohohop!”

But of course he didn’t stop. It was Kokichi after all.

“Aww how cute! The ultimate detective is suuuper sensitive!”

That unnecessary comment made my blush grow stronger. “I-I didn’t take ihihit I swehehehear! P-plehehease, have mercyhehe!”

But again, my pleading did absolutely nothing and he continued to prod at my body despite my protests.

“Stop lying to me! Hmm… Maybe you have it stashed away.. Here!”

With that, his hands made their way from my sides to under my arms. My hand that was placed over my mouth tightened and I immediately tucked my arms to my sides in an attempt to block out his fingers, accidentally trapping them instead.

“K-Kokichihihi! I cahahahan’t take ihihihit! I-I’m seheherious, it’s toohoho muhuhuch!” I continued to flail around in an attempt to escape him, but to no avail.

Nuh-uh Shuichi! If you’re still not gonna confess, I’m just gonna have to keep looking!”

At this point, I couldn’t tell if he was searching me or trying to tickle a confession out of me, but regardless, I was completely helpless. It had been minutes now and I was still a laughing mess on the floor. If I didn’t give him an answer, this could continue for hours! My eyes periodically averted to the door, I was praying that nobody would walk in on this. My thoughts were interrupted when Kokichi began to speak again.

“Hey! Why are you covering your mouth? You totally have it in there don’t you!?”

Still spidering his fingers on me with one hand, he slipped his other hand back out from under my uniform and began to try and move my hand away from my mouth. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand and a struggle began, but this just ended up leaving my torso more vulnerable. After fighting for about a minute, he dug his fingers into one side of my ribs, which finally made me move my hand away from my face in order to cover them. My body completely gave in and I ended up letting go of Kokichis wrist and bringing my other arm down to my ribs so that I was shielding both sides of myself.

He looked even happier than he did before. “There’s that smile!” As if he had misspoke, he looked away from me and back at me again. “I mean- I guess my thing isn’t in there.”

At this point, there were tears forming in my eyes and he seemed to have realised that I was reaching my limit. He finally stopped, got off of me and stood up, though I still lay on the ground giggling and hiccuping for a few more seconds. Shaken up from what just happened, I unsteadily began to stand and try to find my footing, using a nearby shelf to support myself.

“Well Shuichi, I suppose I’ve gotta confess something to you.”

I looked at him inquisitively, still trying to catch my breath. “What do you mean “confess something?”

He put his hands together behind his back and began to explain. “Welllll~ see, y’know the thing that you and I have been searching for? Yeahhh that kinda sort of doesn’t exist. I lied about it!”

I looked at him, shocked by what he had just told me. “W-what? So… I just went through all of that for absolutely nothing?!”

“Well~ I don’t know about you, but I had a tooon of fun!… And that’s no lie. Judging how much you were laughing and smiling, I’d guess that you totally had a lot of fun too. You should do it more often.”

A light blush grew on my face once more and in place of a reply, I looked away from him, embarrassed by what he said.

“But y’know, you’d seriously oughta pray that someone doesn’t interrogate you for information while you’re doing your detective work out on the field! Being that ticklish is a big disadvantage for someone with a title like yours.”

He was right, I was extremely susceptible to it… But… Wait…

“Kokichi… If I’m getting this right, did you do all of this just to spend time with me-“

But he was gone. I looked back only to see the door to the warehouse wide open and nobody in sight. I stood where I was, thinking for only a second that I did vaguely enjoy spending time with him today, before quickly smothering the thought.

There y’all gooo, love these little guys so much, though I’m actually more of a Saimatsu shipper myself lol. I like writing these in a way that it’s kinda like a free time event you’d actually see in the game if ygm. Thanks for reading 😋👍

#fic favs #saturn reblogs 🌌#danganronpa tickle #tickle fic

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