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This may be the most relatable post I have ever read.

Tried drawing the actual tickling panels of my Thanos/minsu debauchery and Jesus Christ. How do people do it.

My thought process is in overload. Why is anatomy so hard. Why is his hand over there. Why is his elbow backwards. Okay I just redrew it and it’s somehow even more backwards. Have I ever seen a human being before. What the fuck does A Mouth™️ look like.

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Giveaway Giggles

Hello gigglers!

PLEASE READ: This is NOT entirely my fic. I must give credit to the amazing @lord-of-hyperfix for brainstorming with me and writing all of In-Ho's parts. Everything In-Ho says and does in this fic is her genius - so keep that in mind when you read it (:

Summary: Gi-Hun despises In-Ho. Or does he? Because the Frontman has a trick up his sleeve that could prove otherwise.

Warnings: Intense tickles, Spice

This is a TICKLE FIC

"Y-Young Il?"

The betrayal, the devastation, the fury in Gi-Hun's eyes was almost too much for the Frontman to bear. This was the first time he'd removed his mask in front of a player - and not just any player, player 456. Seong Gi-Hun.

At first In-Ho had just been titillated by the man. Gi-Hun's transition from impractical and foolish enthusiasm to somber commitment and determination, whilst still retaining his uniquely caring nature, was the primary object of the Frontman's curiosity. And since he'd joined the games as 'Young-Il', he'd learned even more about the man. Not only was he generous one on one - he was a loyal team player. In the six-legged pentathlon, he showed compassion to the Frontman despite his continuous failing at spinning top. He was always looking around anxiously, checking if everyone was okay, devastated each time a player died even if he had never even known them.

And than, of course, there was Gi-Hun's smile. It was extremely rare of late, but it was still sincere and precious. His grin made In-Ho's heart flutter, just a little. And than there were those moments between them, those seconds of connection. It seemed like In-Ho could just look at Gi-Hun and the whole rest of the world would disappear. And, he swore on his brother's life, Gi-Hun definitely felt the same way.

But now Gi-Hun's eyes were just blazing with fury. He looked explosive, dangerous, his face completely red. In a swift move, In-Ho pinned 456 against the wall to prevent him from attacking him.

Gi-Hun was enraged, but In-ho just smirked at him.

"You know, I don't think you hate me as much as you think you do, Seong Gi-Hun".

Gi-Hun's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. "What are you talking about?", he spat, his voice menacing yet desperate.

In-Ho just chuckled, "Oh come on, you have to admit, you really liked Young-Il. Which means that....your at least a little bit enticed by me"

In-Ho chuckled again as he saw Gi-Hun grow sweatier. The man was clearly flustered.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

In-Ho lifted up one of his hands and curled his fingers into claws, the other hand still firm on Gi-Hun's chest, keeping him pinned against the wall.

"Let's do an experiment, player 456".

G-Hun couldn't help but turn to the Frontman's lifted hand with panic-stricken eyes. What would he do to him?

"You see, Gi-Hun, I couldn't help but notice that, whenever your beloved Jung-Bae poked at your sides, you squealed and jumped. It seemed like you had this reaction because of how terribly fond you were of the man. After all, you have to be in the right mindset for tickling to be effective, isn't that right?"

Oh no. No. This wasn't happening. Gi-Hun watched with horror as In-Ho - who had the most sinister grin on his face - started wiggling the fingers of his clawed hand. Gi-Hun bit his lip, watching as that hand got closer and closer to his thinly clothed belly, knowing it could make contact any moment. God, he couldn't help it. He let a few anticipatory giggles out despite himself.

"See? You wouldn't be so reactive unless you were at least a little bit endeared by me".

Gi-Hun's heart sank. No, In-Ho couldn't be right. But it was true, he was only ever ticklish when he felt comfortable. He had to be in the right mood. So why was he in the mood now? With this phycho who had killed so many people, who he had been desperate to kill for years? But goodness, those wiggling fingers were driving him mad, it was almost as if he was feeling the ticklish sensations already. What was his problem?!

All of a sudden, Gi-Hun felt In-Ho's hands dig into his ribs. Not having a second to think about the unexpected spot-change, he burst into screamy laughter, his knees bucking beneath him as he collapsed to the floor. Of course, In-Ho's wicked hands followed him, the Frontman crouching above him with the most satisfied smirk on his face.

"NOHOHOHO!!"

Gi-Hun's laughter went high pitched and desperate. He was beyond humiliated. And he HATED it that all he wanted to do was tickle the Frontman back instead of punching him in the face. And he HATED it that his tummy was getting all fluttery. He swatted his arms around uselessly, trying to intersect the Frontman's cruel fingers in any way he could.

"What do you mean, no?", the Frontman queried, his expression torturously stoic, "Are you denying that you don't hate me? But look at yourself - your laughing already! You must adore me!"

"BUHUHULLSHIT! IHIM' JUST REALLY TIHIHICKLISH! IHIHIT'S INVOLUNTARYHYHYHY!!"

Gi-Hun squeeled as the Frontman hit a particularly bad spot on his lower ribs. The Frontman beamed, delighted at the sound. He could see how angry and confused this was making poor Gi-Hun. He raised his eyebrow, feigning curiosity.

"Oh really? Well I don't think that you would look so amused if you were truly scared or angry. You should really see the look on your face!"

Gi-Hun switched his defense tactics, going from trying to intersect the Frontman's hands' to hitting his back, hoping to apply enough force to catch the man off guard. It didn't work of course.

In-Ho chuckled, "Did you just try to slap me? Or was that an accident, like your DEFINETELY involuntary laugh-"

Okay, he was getting a bit carried away now. It was hard to keep up the emotionless act - he was clearly enjoying himself. Not just because he was overpowering Gi-Hun, but because he was making him laugh, and because this interaction made him feel like they were almost bonding.

And Gi-Hun could not handle this teasing.

"IHIHIHI - AHAHAAHAHAH NAHAHAHA!! STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIS RIHIHIGHT NOW! YOUHOHOUNG-IHIHIIHIL!"

The grin on In-Ho's face became even wider. Gi-Hun would definitely have been afraid if he had seen it (which he didn't, because he was trying to look everywhere but at his handsome attacker).

"Oh, I'm so sorry player 456! Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't, because your asking the wrong person. Haven't you guessed that Young-Il isn't my real name?"

G-Hun felt a pang in his chest - the Frontman had just called him 'player 456'. It felt dehumanizing, personal. But why did it feel so bad? Why did he care how Young-Il saw him? It wasn't like he was emotionally attached to the man or craved his affection... Definitely not. The tickling was just making him crazy. He couldn't think straight.

"EEEE!"

Gi-Hun jolted as the Frontman hit a particular spot on his side, dangerously close to his underarm, "NOHOHO! I DOHOHON'T CARE WHAHAHAT YOUR NAHAHAME IS! I AHAHAHM NOHOHOT ENJOYING THIHIHIHIS!!"

He couldn't believe he was with the Frontman - the man he had been hunting for years with a desperate thirst for vengeance - but was just letting himself die under his wiggling fingers.

"Ahh, how rude! And how disappointing! Do you really have no desire to get to know me a bit better? Hasn't that been your main goal for the past three years? Well, fortunately for you, I actually want to get to know YOU better. So let's start with this - what's your most ticklish spot? It looks like your armpits are just starving for attention -"

Despite the fact that the Frontman was using his serious tone, Gi-Hun could tell that he was having a lot of fun. And that made the ticklish sensations, and the teasing, ten times worse.

"Or do you want me to guess how many ribs you have? What do you think? Which fact about you should I find out first?"

Oh, the Frontman was definitely doing this on purpose. The terrible teasing with the serious tone - Gi-Hun knew that In-Ho was trying to punish him. Even if his method was unconventional. But why this method? The Frontman lifted his fingers, giving Gi-Hun a much needed break. He let residual giggles slip out for a few seconds before quieting down.

And Gi-Hun was feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling of excitement. It was the same feeling Young-Il had given him when they were chatting together in the bunk room. Oh wait, Young-Il didn't exist. He noticed that the Frontman, whatever his name was, still had an eyebrow raised, as if waiting for a response. Gi-Hun spat at him aggressively.

"Why would I tell you where I'm sensitive, asshole!"

Now that Gi-Hun had his senses back, and was able to properly focus on the Frontman and the situation he was in, he was fully able to process his own humiliation. And oh, he would not make it worse by saying that word again - it would fluster him to no end.

"Did you just say 'sensitive'?" The Frontman let out a chuckle that sounded so sincere it sent shivers down Gi-Hun's spine. "Are you really THAT ticklish, that you can't even pronounce the word? Well, that's your loss, because it means I'll need to figure it out myself! Thanks for being so stubborn..."

Gi-Hun was actually dying. He had to think strategically. Maybe he could tell the Frontman a spot where he wasn't actually that ticklish? And feign ticklish hysteria when that spot was attacked, so that the Frontman would stay on that spot? That was a humiliating low - especially as it would still give the Frontman the satisfaction of watching player 456 crumble below him. But at least he'd be getting a break from the deathly sensations that made him want to kill and kiss Young-Il at the same time. Wait, kiss? Damn, the Frontman really was on to something. All the more reason to give him a false spot - he had to get away from the exhilarating emotional madness that was holding his brain and heart prisoner. Okay, here goes. He put on a dark and brooding voice -

"Fine, you win. My knees are a really bad spot. Now will you stop this?"

To Gi-Hun's horror, the Frontman just burst out laughing - his low, rich, menacing laughter triggering his fight or flight response. But, in the position he was in, all he could do was freeze.

"Oh, you're being too easy Gi-Hun! Do you think my brother never tried to use that trick?"

Gi-Hun tensed as the Frontman gently slid his fingers up and down Gi-Hun's underarms, making him bite his lip and scrunch up his face. It was agonizingly slow.

"Of course, I could check your knees later, but let's start with the armpits, okay?"

Suddenly the Frontman's fingers got ten times faster. The sliding turned to digging, scratching and scribbling. Gi-Hun could swear he'd never felt anything this ticklish in his life, but it was hard to dig through his memory bank when he couldn't think clearly.

"OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO! SHIHIHIHIT! PLEHEHEHASE! YOHOHOUNG-IHIHIHIHIL!!"

Shit, did he say Young-Il again? Oh, he was in for it now. (It was still nice to think about the Frontman's brother though, and that he used to tickle him when they were young. It humanized the man).

"One mistake after another! Our ticklish boy hasn't learned anything at all..."

Gi-Hun felt himself get sweatier at the nickname. And it wasn't sweat of fear...

"Young-Il doesn't exist, Gi-Hun. And besides, you still haven't redeemed yourself for lying to me-"

"AHAHAHA OHOHOHOHO!!'

What did the Frontman mean, hadn't redeemed himself? How could this possibly get any worse than it already was?

"COHOHONME OHOHON! EEEE!"

He pinned his arms to his sides, trying to squash Young-Il's hands - anything to stop the deathly ticklish feeling.

"YOUHOHOUNG I- I MEAN!!"

How could he make the same mistake three times?!? It was almost as if some mysterious force wanted Gi-Hun to keep getting tickled by the man. It wasn't his fault he couldn't stop associating the Frontman with the mysterious, intriguing and freakishly handsome player 001.

The Frontman chuckled - Gi-Hun was still making the same mistake. "Okay, let's play a little game of trust-"

Gi-Hun sighed heavily as those ruthless fingers departed from his body. Realizing that he was still smiling ear to ear, he quickly bit his lip, looking away. But of course the Frontman had noticed this slip-up.

"I want to tell you my real name, but how do I know I can trust you with it? After all, you lied to me about your knees. But don't worry, you can still prove yourself - let's see if I can trust you with another game of trust!"

Holy shit. The eloquent, composed and wealthy Frontman had used the word "trust" twice in the same clause. Damn, seeing Gi-Hun in this state - weak, trembling, flushed and desperately trying to conceal his joyous giddiness - was really having an impact on him.

Gi-Hun scoffed, "Huh, you used the word 'trust' twice. Didn't you ever graduate elementary school?"

In-Ho hated this. He hated the temporary reversal of roles - the fact that he had slipped up and Gi-Hun was teasing him for it. Luckily for him, and unluckily for Gi-Hun, the Frontman was very good at scheming on his feet.

"Oh, so we don't like repetition do we? Well, how about this..."

Gi-Hun yelped as the Frontman attacked his ribs with a flurry of pokes.

"Tickle tickle tickle- Ah tickle tickle tickle-"

Gi-Hun was dying. He couldn't imagine more flustering, humiliating words coming from the Frontman's mouth.

"Fihine, Ihi'll play your gahahame! Just, gohod, stop saying that!!"

The Frontman relented, awfully pleased with himself.

"The rules are simple, Seong Gi-Hun. All you have to do is keep your eyes closed. You need to trust me to not hurt you, and I need to trust you to keep those eyes shut. Understand?"

"Fine! I'll close my eyes!"

Gi-Hun had shocked himself at how desperate he sounded. It was the same tone he had used when commanding everyone to freeze in Red Light Green Light.

"Nice, your finally starting to become obedient. Close your eyes and take a deep breath-"

In-Ho watched as Gi-Hun's eyelids trembled. He was glad that Gi-Huns' eyes were now closed - he wouldn't get to see the sincerity of In-Ho's tender smile. But there would be plenty of time to admire the man later. In-Ho had a task to focus on. I mean, he'd forgotten what his reasoning was for doing this in the first place, but whatever. He'd committed to it. And he was delighted that he had.

In-Ho squeezed Gi-Hun's knees, wanting to make his next move unexpected. Surprisingly, this still caused Gi-Hun to let out a soft squeal and dissolve into gentle chuckles. This was too adorable. Even his 'fake' bad spot was ticklish! In-Ho wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle the adorableness that would ensue when he actually attacked those underarms again. No, he had to pull himself together.

Meanwhile, Gi-Hun was appalled by the fact that he had to hold back giggles even when his knees were being touched. He couldn't remember ever being so ticklish there. Was it because he'd gotten more sensitive over time? Or maybe it was the person tickling him....

He didn't have time to dwell on it, as he suddenly felt the Frontman's fingers dig under his arms again. It was like an electric shock. In a fit of ticklish agony, he screamed and pinned his arms to his sides. His eyes opened wide with horror, but he was still unable to suppress the goofiest grin he'd let out in years.

"HAHAHA EEE!" He snorted. "GOHODAMNIT STOP!" He squealed.

Oh, what the hell? What was the point in hiding his fascination any longer? In-Ho tilted his head to the side, studying the cutest reaction he'd ever seen. He tutted, looking Gi-Hun straight in the eyes.

"Ahhh, you poor thing. As bad here as I suspected? But if you think that's an excuse for breaking the rules and opening your eyes, I hate to break it to you, but it isn't. Your'e lucky I'm in a great mood right now and I'm willing to give you another chance to prove yourself- Do you want round two or another game? I'll give you the choice..."

Gi-Hun was lost in hysterics. All he could hear was the word 'game'. He was completely dissolving under the Frontman's slender fingers.

"AHAHAHA IHIHIHI- YOHOHOUNG IHIHIHIL!"

"What are you trying to say? God, your awfully bad at negotiations, did you know? My brother was more articulate when he was five!"

In-Ho slowed down his fingers, trying to get a proper sentence out of Gi-Hun. How strange it was that something so simple and childish could make the man so helpless.

His laughter slowed down a bit, but the sensations were still driving him mad.

"Ihihi won't play anything with yohohou - you luhuhunatic!"

He had tried to sound venomous, but it had just come across as playfully provocative.

In-Ho tutted again, "So rude. And for what - I've' only been kind to you!"

Oh, the irony. Gi-Hun would be rolling his eyes if he weren't dissolving in laughter.

"Well, judging by the fact that you continue to call me by someone else's name, swear at me and refuse to cooperate, it's almost as if you like this. So do you like tickles? Or do you like me tickling you? Is this your way of admitting that your enticed by me..."

Gi-Hun couldn't stand these words. He would do anything to divert the Frontman from this train of thought. "Fihine - Ihihi''l play!"

In-Ho lifted his fingers, satisfied. Well, not entirely. He still wanted to know if Gi-Hun's attraction to him was legitimate. Luckily, he had the perfect game in mind to test that out.

"So, you keep insisting that you don't like me at all. Well, how about we test that with an easy game. The rules are simple - you can't laugh. It can't be that hard right? It's certainly easier than keeping your eyes closed. I'm guessing holding back a smile in front of your enemy is one of the easiest things you could do".

With that, the Frontman gently wiggled his fingers up and down Gi-Hun's ribs. His breath hitched, but he wouldn't budge. He had to win. He had to prove to the Frontman (and himself) that his alleged attraction to him was bullshit. He bit his lips, letting out stifled whimpers. He tried to channel all of his anger and sadness about the games. No, that was too painful. But what was the alternative? It was either drowning in laughter or dwelling on misery. He just closed his eyes, like he had in the earlier game. Trying to block out his sense of sight, as he wished he could do with his sense of touch. And pretty much all of his emotions. No, he wouldn't budge.

"Are you biting your lips already? I was rooting for you, but now it doesn't seem like you stand a chance-" In-Ho's eyes wandered over Gi-Hun's body, as if deciding where to go next.

Gi-Hun was melting. And it wasn't just from the fingers tracing his ribs. The way Young-Il's gaze swept across his body put him on edge to no end (and made him a little excitable). What would he do? He knew he was done if the Frontman went for his underarms. He clutched his arms to his sides instinctively, watching Young-Il's fingers as if they were bullets about to make contact with his skin.

Suddenly, he felt the Frontman squeezing at his kneecaps and scratching beneath them. Damn, the knees again? He knew that he couldn't look at Young-Il's fingers - he'd feel more ticklish watching them slide slenderly across and under his knees. But if he looked in another direction, he'd also feel more ticklish, because he wouldn't be able to predict where the Frontman would go next. As a solution, he tried looking at the Frontman's eyes. And he felt absolutely lost and mesmerized by them, feeling too ticklish to fight back against his feelings. Those eyes were so...wise. They were the eyes of Young-Il - his handsome, intelligent, loyal friend. And that was all he could see right now - Young-Il.

In-Ho felt a rush of embarrassment as Gi-Hun looked in his eyes. He went from feeling powerful to feeling weak, from indestructible to sheepish. Fortunately he'd had a lot of experience acting over the past few days, and was able to hide it. Still, Gi-Hun could have sworn he saw Young-Il's blush.

"What are you daydreaming about?", the Frontman snickered, moving up to Gi-Hun's stomach. Uh-oh. It seemed like his strategy was to go from the bottom to the top of Gi-Hun's body. And Gi-Hun knew exactly where that would lead...

He sucked his belly in, whining a bit. Than Young-Il's fingers trailed up to his ribs. No, he wouldn't laugh. Gi-Hun hoped, prayed that the Frontman wouldn't go where he feared he would. But oh, he knew his wishes were futile, and the anticipation was killing him. Maybe he should just let himself laugh now and lose the game? Maybe than his armpits would be spared? His head wasn't in the right space to think about the consequences of him losing. Instead he just let his laughter out, swatting at the Frontman's hands.

"Holy shit", the Frontman said. Although, it didn't sound sinister or teasing. It actually sounded like genuine, human shock. With a hint of adoration. But it was a quick moment of weakness before the Frontman's malice resumed.

"You gave in so quickly? How ashamed you must be, you poor, ticklish player 456. What a pity! But don't be upset - everyone is ticklish. Especially when the tickles are from someone you like, and that makes you extra nervous...."

Wait, did he say everyone? As in, including him? Why did that thought excite Gi-Hun so much? The Frontman was right, there was no denying it now. Gi-Hun was feeling attraction. All he could resort to now were childish insults to defend himself, like the way his old self used to bicker before the games.

"You don't make me nervous, you fucker. After all, It's YOU whose been attacking ME. Because YOUR desperate to touch ME. Falling for your victim, pathetic...."

These words didn't seem to phase the Frontman one bit. In fact, he let out a tired, patronizing smile.

"Oh, but than why aren't you hurting me, even though your hands are free? Didn't you agree to play one more game earlier, instead of trying to attack me? I'm right here, you can ask me anything youve' been dying to know over the past three years."

As the Frontman said this, he poked Gi-Hun's ribs, almost playfully. Gi-Hun chuckled. And Young-Il, or whatever his name was, was right. But he still couldn't attack him. All he could do was stare at the man, first at his eyes, than at his lips. Their faces were so close together. What was happening?!

In-Ho let out the warmest smile Gi-hun had ever seen. "Why are you being so silent? Maybe this would be a good time to tell you my real name".

"I don't want to know!", Gi-Hun snapped, "And I never will want to know!" Yes, that was definitely a challenge.

In-Ho smirked and, without a word, dug his fingers into Gi-Hun's sides again, vibrating them like tasers. Gi-Hun squeealed and collapsed into giggles, kicking his legs. The Frontman chuckled again, but this one sounded a lot less performative than the last two.

"Nohohoho! ohokahaya ohohokay! I'll hear your nahahame! Stahahahawp!"

In-Ho stopped, "Excellent. My name is Hwang In-Ho. So sorry I had to introduce myself with a fake name earlier".

Wait, In-Ho?! as in, the man Jun-Ho had been looking for? The kind, sweet, loving brother who had recently become depressed and distant? As in, he used to be just like him - a player?!

Gi-Hun's thoughts were interrupted by a jab at his ribs. He threw his head back again, cackling as the Frontman attacked them ruthlessly. In what world was this fair?

"PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHOT AGAHAHAIN!"

There was only one thing he could do to stop these hellishly ticklish sensations.

Gi-Hun leaned in and kissed In-Ho's lips.

At first In-Ho wasn't sure what was even happening at all. I mean, he'd be lying if he said he'd never imagined or dreamt about it. But having it as a reality? It made him so lost, so confused, so...happy. Of course, this wasn't exactly what he was planning or excepting. Moreover, Gi-Hun's face was wet because of his tears and sweat and he was chuckling uncontrollably into In-Ho's mouth and his torso was trembling under In-Ho's hands....and only than did the Frontman realize that his fingers were still scribbling on the man's ribs. He withdrew his fingers sheepishly, kissing his former enemy back, trying not to think about how long this moment would last or the consequences it could have. He just tried to focus on his own feelings, on his own fingers that were now gently caressing Gi-Hun's body to calm him down.

Gi-Hun just leaned in further to the embrace. He closed his eyes - not caring about what had led up to this, or what would follow. He felt no shame - only a reignited passion he hadn't felt in decades. Still, his desire to tickle the In-Ho back hadn't subsided. Oh, who was he kidding - he was the Frontman, there was no way he was ticklish! He pressed his lips harder against In-Ho's, trailing a tender finger down his jawline to the side of his neck.

In-Ho hadn't felt anything like this since he'd become the stoic Frontman. Moreover, he hadn't been so overwhelmed by physical sensations since those times. As the Frontman, he'd become physically numb - there were many times where he'd have to endure pain, so this numbness was a necessity. But now the feeling of Gi-Hun's lips against his was driving him insane. Even worse than that was the feeling of the former winner's single finger, trailing his neck, which revived a feeling long forgotten. It was ticklish. He twitched at the sensation, squeezing Gi-Hun's shoulders instinctively.

Gi-Hun groaned a bit and departed from the kiss "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

In-Ho felt himself flushing red. He stroked Gi-Hun's shoulder reassuringly, using his other hand to stroke his own neck where Gi-Hun's finger had been moments ago. "No, of course you didn't! Just...maybe be more careful when touching my neck?"

Silence. Gi-Hun just stared at him for a few seconds. And than - oh shit. It was THE smirk. The smirk or realization. In-Ho wished he could melt into the floor.

"Your ticklish", Gi-Hun announced triumphantly.

"Well, everyone is! Nobody would know that better than you, right?"

In-Ho was trying to sound teasing, but he just came off as desperate and defensive. He tried to combat this with a warm smile, pulling Gi-Hun in closer, hoping he'd just forget about it.

But he was Seong Gi-Hun. He never gave up. For the first time in years, he flashed a genuine smile. It was just him and his love, Hwang In-Ho. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.

In-Ho looked at him with a baffled expression. What could he possibly be laughing at? That was when he felt a raspberry being blown into his neck.

Revenge was sweet.

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Awwwww Lukey

☆ Luke ~ (tickle hcs) ☆

🪐 ~ The most ticklish Jedi in the galaxy!!

🪐 ~ Like insanely ticklish it’s kind of ridiculous.

🪐 ~ He gets so flustered and embarrassed by this fact, but he can’t deny that he doesn’t enjoy the affection.

🪐 ~ In actuality, he loves it, adores it, craves it, and thinks it’s the best form of affection out there.

🪐 ~ Han Solo and Leia know this of course. They’re both very observant and take note at how happy he gets whenever he’s tickled and never tells them to stop.

🪐 ~ They also got him to admit to it after they both tickled him nearly to tears.

🪐 ~ Got tickled a lot by his parents growing up and not soon after was tickled a lot by his new friends and family.

🪐 ~ Han is notorious for attacking Luke with tickles out of nowhere. He thinks it’s hilarious how ticklish the Jedi is.

🪐 ~ Leia gives him sisterly tickle attacks when Luke is being annoying or pestering her. Which is rare so she knows he does it when he’s wanting to get tickled. And she’s more than happy to oblige.

🪐 ~ Leia and Han are both very skilled lers. And they love to make this fact known to Luke. He can’t complain tho.

🪐 ~ Even Chewy has gotten him a few times. Chewbacca thinks tickling in general is really funny and find joy in the noise Luke makes when being tickled.

🪐 ~ R2-D2 and C-3PO have poked him a few times here and there too. They’ve witnessed almost every tickle fight and tickle attack so how could they not indulge every once in a while.

🪐 ~ C-3PO is the type to log and remember each tickle spot on Luke and what techniques tickle him the most.

🪐 ~ He also makes sure to remind Han and Leia of this information while they’re tickling him.

🪐 ~ Luke is such a blushy and giggly guy oh my gosh you can’t tell me he’s not!!

🪐 ~ Has the most bubbly adorable giggles and bright happy laughter that makes anyone smile when they hear it.

🪐 ~ Han often laughs along with him while tickling him because it’s just that contagious.

🪐 ~ He’s definitely moderately ticklish everywhere, but he’s got a good amount of tickle spots.

🪐 ~ His ribs and under his arms, his knees especially behind are killer, his stomach makes him curl up and kick his legs, and his upper back around his shoulder blades is really sensitive.

🪐 ~ His neck and ears make him scrunch up and let out high pitched squeals that Han and Leia have for sure teased him about.

🪐 ~ His feet make him kick like crazy. He doesn’t mean to, they’re just incredibly sensitive, especially to light tickles.

🪐 ~ So if he’s gonna get tickled there, whoever’s tickling him has to make sure his legs are pinned in some way.

🪐 ~ Even has a ticklish face and palms!!

🪐 ~ Light traces and scribbles along his face and hands make his nose scrunch up as he tries not to squirm.

🪐 ~ Very ticklish knees!!

🪐 ~ Doing the exploding hand thing makes him squeal and pinching right above the kneecap makes him cackle and even snort sometimes.

🪐 ~ Behind the knees has him begging they’re so bad.

🪐 ~ This guy loves tickle fights!!

🪐 ~ Genuinely his favorite form of affection to give and receive.

🪐 ~ Speaking of which, Luke loves being a ler.

🪐 ~ Luke loves making his friends and family laugh in general, but tickling them is for sure an added bonus.

🪐 ~ Luke Skywalker retaliation tickles ✨

🪐 ~ Once he learned how to use the force to tickle people, Han definitely attacked him randomly a little less.

🪐 ~ Han has to keep his cool guy image and Luke has to remind him how ticklish he is.

🪐 ~ He doesn’t use force tickles on Leia tho because he knows Leia will get him back tenfold.

��� ~ Doesn’t mean he doesn’t tickle her tho. He just prefers sibling tickle fights and quick pokes to her sides rather than wrecking her like he would do with Han.

🪐 ~ Han is really the only one he’s a little less merciful with.

🪐 ~ Overall he wants whoever he’s tickling to have just as much fun as he is.

🪐 ~ The type to tase or squeeze your sides then scurry away giggling hoping you’ll chase him.

🪐 ~ He’s so playful with his tickles. Doesn’t really pin down whoever he’s tickling and prefers to let them squirm and move around.

🪐 ~ It also gives them a better chance to fight back. Which he totally wouldn’t mind if that ended up happening.

🪐 ~ Han and Luke both tickled Leia once and she wrecked their shit with Chewy’s help. Yeah, they never did that again.

🪐 ~ Circling back to the force tickles, I feel like he’s definitely tried it on himself and was surprised when it kind of tickled at first.

🪐 ~ Over time he got more used to the feeling unfortunately for him.

🪐 ~ He embarrassingly talked to Yoda about it one time. Yoda reassured him that it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

🪐 ~ Yoda then used tickling in a lot of their training from that day forward.

🪐 ~ Obi-Wan used it a couple times too when he trained with Luke. Kinda reminded him about training with another Skywalker.

🪐 ~ All in all, super ticklish and loves it. Even if he tends to get embarrassed by the fact.

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Games Jedi Play

Afraid of losing Anakin to the darkness of his thoughts, Obi-Wan makes an effort to engage him in a harmless competition. It’s a remarkably stupid idea when your former padawan is a known menace, but Obi-Wan isn’t known for good ideas. Sequel to this fic. Do not tag this as obikin I will eat your bones 🔪

Obi-Wan had raised a menace.

Anakin was respectful and attentive when it counted, sure, but he had the narrow-minded focus of a predator. When he locked his jaws on something, he wouldn’t let go. Totality was his nature. It was terrifying, how consumed he could become by his whims. Especially when that unshakeable tunnel vision was focused on publicly embarrassing Obi-Wan.

One would think that Anakin’s appointment to the Jedi Council would give him something to focus his energy on, even with his dismay at being refused an official title. Perhaps even the machinations of Grievous, who continued to evade them. But no, Anakin decided that nothing, not even the galaxy’s safety, took precedence over accosting his master.

Anakin bounded down the hallway towards him, nearly tripping over his robes. Obi-Wan raised a hand and helped him right himself with the Force.

“Good morning, Master.” Anakin’s eyes glittered with mischief. He went in for a hug—really, he’d have to try harder than that.

“You’re chipper today.” Obi-Wan smiled, snatching Anakin’s wrist from its wanderings near his side. He didn’t even have the decency to look put out.

“And you’re ticklish!” Several passing people looked at them curiously. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Force, grant him patience.

“Most people are.”

“This is a world-shaking discovery.”

“Is it?” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow and Anakin stepped aside. He swept forward, hardly missing a stride. Anakin scrambled to follow.

“Master, are you…embarrassed?”

“Should I be?” Obi-Wan kept his face impassive.

“You seem shaken, that’s all. Am I getting under your skin?” Anakin smirked, tilting his head. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, closed it, then walked faster. Even an ounce of encouragement of Anakin’s shenanigans was like a spark on ship fuel.

He sensed movement near the back of his neck and whirled on instinct, thus finding Anakin’s hand in his grasp for the second time in five minutes.

“You are biting off far more than you can chew, Anakin.” Obi-Wan loosened his grip on Anakin’s wrist. It did nothing to deter his shit-eating grin.

“I love a challenge.”

Well. Now there’s an idea.

Obi-Wan took in the sparkle in Anakin’s eye, the recently-rare smile, and immediately understood that his pride needed to take a backseat. Some levity could be good for him. For both of them, really.

“If you did manage to coerce a defeat from me—which you won’t—what would you like in exchange?” Obi-Wan crossed his arms.

“No training for the week.”

Obi-Wan barked a laugh.

“No.”

“No training for…five days.”

Obi-Wan pretended to consider it for a while, stroking his beard, and then, as deadpan as possible:

“Nope.”

“Three?”

“No.”

“One day? Just one.” Anakin pouted.

“Absolutely not.”

“Can we skip the evasion drill, at least?” Anakin sighed in defeat.

“…alright. When I win, we double the evasion drills.” Anakin’s head snapped up. Obi-Wan gave a winning smile.

“That’s just cruel.”

“I only want you to improve.” Obi-Wan put a hand over his heart.

“No, you like throwing things at me.” Anakin shook his head.

“That I do. Let’s establish some ground rules.” Obi-Wan wrestled his expression back into neutrality. “No attempts during Council meetings or in front of public figures. We must maintain some semblance of a reputation. I fear Master Windu’s opinion of you may only sour further.”

“Alright, that sounds fair.”

“Your opponent must verbally surrender in order to claim victory.” Anakin seemed to ponder this for a while, then nodded.

“Excellent. May the games begin.”

……

Obi-Wan should have made Anakin agree to a certain frame of time for this challenge. It seemed Anakin had finally taken to heart his lessons on patience—things between them were as if their wager had never existed. Obi-Wan expected deception in every embrace and handshake, but Anakin moved merrily along without another thought.

Anakin always attacked first in combat and in conversation. It was deeply unnerving to now be made….to wait.

The war raged on and the Council required more sessions, but wariness of Anakin’s fondness for the chancellor left tasks piled on Obi-Wan’s plate. He was losing Anakin to Palpatine somehow, he could feel it, so he pushed what duties he could into the hands of capable soldiers and other Jedi. He made time where there was none, and his former padawan, wiser now and full of heart, flourished for all his efforts. It was almost like the old days.

After four weeks of normalcy, Obi-Wan made a crucial mistake. He got comfortable.

“Respectfully, Master, I know you fight far better than this.” Anakin parried his mentor’s blade with ease. He spun his lightsaber idly as they circled each other. Obi-Wan tried not to scowl.

“It’s not about winning, Anakin. It’s about endurance.” Still, Obi-Wan upped the speed and strength of his next strikes. Their sabers sang and blue sparks careened through the training room.

“Funny you should say that.” Anakin grinned. “I agree.”

That should have been a warning. Obi-Wan did not heed it.

They danced around each other with their blades, their fervor steadily climbing with each series of blows. Obi-Wan’s forearms began to ache with the strain. He shifted to a defensive strategy, the very balance he’d been attempting to teach Anakin, but his student still bore down on him like a freight convoy.

Obi-Wan seized a gap in Anakin’s ferocious strikes and parried his saber hard enough to send it flying. He put his hand on his hip and opened his mouth to repeat a well-worn lecture on observing your enemy, but instead found the air knocked free from his chest as Anakin tackled him.

They hit the ground with the grace of a first time pilot and skidded even further. Anakin’s hands were under his arms before they stopped. Obi-Wan gasped before he could stop himself.

“You…” Obi-Wan grit out, refusing even a chuckle.

“You’ve taught me so much about endurance and patience, Master. They say the best way to learn is to teach. Is this a suitable lesson? What do you think?” Anakin had the nerve to look innocent.

Obi-Wan flung him back with a blast of Force. Anakin sailed through the air like a rag doll, tumbling ass over tea kettle but somehow skidding up into a three point landing.

“Well then. I see how it is.” Obi-Wan brushed his hair back into place.

“You see how thoroughly I’m going to defeat you?”

“You forget, Anakin…I have known you for years.” Obi-Wan fought the smirk trying to find purchase on his face.

“So?”

“You’ll see.” Obi-Wan sighed playfully. Then he waited.

It took less than thirty seconds for Anakin to charge him, and even less time for Obi-Wan to have him on the ground. He kicked and squirmed—he even tried to bite—but Obi-Wan shut all of that down with relentless squeezes to his sides. The day he let his former padawan bite him was the day he hung up his robes for good.

“I thought you’d recall the last time I taught you this lesson, but perhaps you need a refresher.” Obi-Wan kept the same even pace, the same even tone, but his lip did twitch up at the sound of Anakin’s giggly panic. He couldn’t help it. Anakin’s laughter was so sweetly contagious.

Anakin reached behind him and tried to thrust Obi-Wan away with the Force, but his master grabbed hold of his belt and they both slid along the floor. Obi-Wan locked his arms around Anakin’s waist, burrowed his fingers into his stomach, and was rewarded with a glorious shriek.

“Obi-Wan!”

“Yes, Anakin?”

“Sssssstopit.” Anakin tried to curl into a ball, but it only guided Obi-Wan’s hands further into his stomach.

“No, I don’t suppose I will.”

“Do you have anything to say to me?” Obi-Wan drawled, slowing his fingers. Anakin shook his head furiously. He puffed up his cheeks like a frog.

“That’s a shame. Let me know when you change your mind.” Obi-Wan latched onto Anakin’s hips and the Chosen One disintegrated in his hands. Boyish laughter fell so freely from his lips that Obi-Wan was tempted to stop and take it in. Thankfully, the Jedi do not give in to temptation.

“O-Okay! I…” Anakin fell into a violent bout of hiccuping giggles, clutching weakly at Obi-Wan’s hands. “I give—“

The sound of someone clearing his throat ricocheted through the room. Obi-Wan and Anakin both froze. Senator Bail Organa waved lightly from the doorway.

“Gentlemen.” Judging by the man’s crossed arms and poorly restrained smile, he’d been standing there a while.

“Senator. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Obi-Wan quickly helped Anakin up. Anakin immediately stumbled back into him. Obi-Wan snorted.

“We’re holding council. I’d hoped that you’d join us…if you’re not busy?”

“Not in the slightest. Anakin?”

“Yes, of course.” Obi-Wan pinched his side and Anakin squeaked like a newborn Ewok. “Of course, Senator. My apologies.”

“None needed. I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath.” Bail’s smirk was nearly audible, even as he turned away and strode towards the door.

“That didn’t count,” Anakin whispered furiously.

“If the senator hadn’t appeared, I would’ve won.”

“Nuh-uh,” Anakin fired back, full of tact and grace as he was. Obi-Wan squeezed his side, Anakin slapped his hand away, and they dissolved into a slapfight for the ages. Only when Bail cleared his throat again did they cease their war.

For now.

….

Obi-Wan trailed behind Yoda and Bail, trying valiantly to pretend as if he cared the least about politics. It was dreadfully important to install good leaders on critical allied planets, he knew, but he couldn’t be arsed to care. People like Bail and Padmé did this part so that he could charge Star Destroyers head on. He listened and he nodded and he gave his most polite smiles, but this wasn’t his place.

As he followed his colleagues down the hall, a weird itch started in his stomach. He extended a bit of the Force to scratch it—Jedi simply did not itch—but that only made it worse. It multiplied until he found his entire face scrunching. He finally gave in and allowed the quickest, most restrained scratch possible.

As soon as he touched it, a flip switched in his brain. Every nerve in his stomach lit up and it tickled, so immediately and with such force that Obi-Wan stopped walking. He swore he felt…were those fingers?

The feeling moved suddenly, honing in on his lower stomach. He managed to choke down his yelp into a cough, but it wasn’t enough to evade attention. His colleagues stopped and turned to regard him curiously. He would have given a good defense—really, he would have—but then he spotted Anakin strolling towards him in the hallway.

“You.” Obi-Wan leveled a threatening finger at Anakin. It didn’t help him look less unhinged, but it did make him feel slightly better.

“Master Yoda. Senator.” Anakin locked eyes with Obi-Wan and there it was again, that burst of Force that made his nervous system attempt to implode.

“Hello Master. It’s good to see you.”

Obi-Wan managed to bite his fist and remain silent. Barely. Still, he couldn’t help but tap his boot on the floor—the echo of which was highly incriminating.

“Master, are you alright?” Anakin blinked innocently, but Obi-Wan could see his minute smirk.

“Just fine, thank you.” Obi-Wan grit his teeth.

“Alright. I’ll see you all later.” Anakin jogged away, his robes swishing behind him. Bail fixed Obi-Wan with such a painfully knowing look that it actually hurt.

“Master Yoda. Senator. If you’ll excuse me.” Obi-Wan smiled primly, took a few steps back, and took off after Anakin. He leapt up onto the wall and ran as far as he could, flipped over the head of a visiting viceroy, and skidded around the corner after his protégé.

“Anakin!” He bellowed, and was rewarded with a giddy cackle and fleeing footsteps at the end of the hallway.

…..

An evening summons from royalty was hardly ever good. Despite Padmé’s attempts to deformalize their relationship, Obi-Wan still felt the cold fingers of dread whenever she sent for him.

“Your majesty? You wished to see me?” Obi-Wan stepped gently onto Padmé’s terrace. She beckoned him forward with a smile. The sunset painted the side of her face, which didn’t hold an ounce of worry despite the urgency of her summons. He gestured for her to sit, hoping she’d forgive the impoliteness for his concern over her pregnancy.

“I did.” Padmé’s gaze flickered past him for a moment.

“What seems to be the matter?” He put his hands on his hips.

“Sorry, but I can’t say no to him,” she winced with a smile. Obi-Wan stopped to ponder her meaning, then was struck by a heavy flying weight. He and his assailant landed bodily on the couch, scrabbling for leverage like two cats in a sack. His saber was in his hand before he mercifully recognized the blond mop above him.

“Wh—Anakin?”

“Hello there.” Anakin grinned, then immediately and unceremoniously started trying to tickle Obi-Wan. He yelped and tried to roll away, sending his saber clattering heavily from his hand.

“I thought we agreed on no important f-figures!” Obi-Wan fought off Anakin’s hands as best as he could, but he was starting to crack.

“Oh, Padmé? She doesn’t count.” He glanced at her over his shoulder.

“I’m not an important figure?” She teased with a grin.

“You’re incredibly important.” Anakin said suddenly, dripping with sincerity. Obi-Wan’s gaze darted between the two of them. Padmé caught his eye and stood quickly.

Interesting.

“You boys have fun. Try not to kill each other…or my furniture.” She hurried into her bedroom with a sweep of fabric. Anakin wistfully watched her go. Yearning shone openly on his face. They’d need to have a conversation about this later, but for now….

Obi-Wan seized the opening, reaching up for Anakin’s sides, but Anakin batted his hands away with the Force without lifting a finger. Obi-Wan’s hands slammed down on the couch on their own.

“It’s over, master. I have the high ground.” Anakin plunged his fingers into Obi-Wan’s stomach and he, regrettably, guffawed. Anakin’s eyes lit up at the sound and he chased it, pushing past layers and layers of robes with ease.

Obi-Wan’s dignity crumbled quicker than the dry biscuits served at Senate meetings. He strained against Anakin, but his lower stomach was really quite terrible. Without his hands, his only options were to drum his heels into the couch and laugh. He tried to hide his face in his sleeve and Anakin cooed at him, which was absolutely unacceptable on so many fronts that Obi-Wan finally managed to bolt upright.

Anakin shoved his hands under Obi-Wan’s arms and he instantly became aware of every nerve in his body—most importantly the ones Anakin was trying to pluck like guitar strings. Ticklish fireworks ignited down his ribs and he collapsed back on the couch with a yelp.

The Force. Certainly creative and infuriatingly effective, but fortunately for him, it was easily combated. He reached out with his mind and grabbed Anakin’s tendril of Force like a writhing snake, holding it at mental-arm’s length from his sparkling nervous system. He couldn’t fight this battle on two fronts, though, and his resolve was already parchment-thin. If his brain hadn’t been sparking like a decommed ship, he might’ve been proud of Anakin’s precision.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. I didn’t think you knew how to laugh.” Anakin beamed. Obi-Wan rolled over and Anakin easily followed, poking all up and down his exposed side from ribs to hip. Obi-Wan yanked a leg out from under Anakin and planted a boot on his chest. He managed to keep the little devil far enough away to start worming his other leg free. He was staring down the barrel of victory when Anakin reached up and grabbed his knee.

Obi-Wan made a noise that would have alarmed and offended a Wookie. The terrace fell so silent that Obi-Wan could hear the engines of X-Wings down at street level.

“Oh nononono. No. Anakin, don’t you even think about—“

The smile that spread across Anakin’s face convinced Obi-Wan that evil was indeed alive and well in the hearts of man. Obi-Wan tried to throw himself over the back of the couch, but Anakin yanked him back.

Anakin figured out to squeeze the back of his thigh, just above the knee, and Obi-Wan’s long and stupid life flashed before his eyes. He hadn’t been tickled like this in…ever, maybe? Any manner of composure was long lost to him now—Anakin had started experimenting with his calf and he was steadily cackling now. He thought back to his hubris all those weeks ago.

Perhaps handing Anakin the key to his destruction wasn’t his best idea.

Anakin started trying to work off one of Obi-Wan’s boots and that was absolutely where he drew the line. He made to throw himself off the couch again, but he caught a glimpse of Padmé hovering nearby.

Padmé turned and gestured at her back, contorting her wrist to scratch at her shoulderblade. She made very meaningful eye contact with him, then gestured to Anakin.

What…?

Oh.

Obi-Wan shoved his hands under the back of Anakin’s tabard and the man screamed. He fell boneless on top of Obi-Wan, cackling into his shoulder. Obi-Wan had no hope of containing his grin.

“All these years I’ve known you and you didn’t think to share this information?” Obi-Wan sat up, pulling Anakin into a strange ragdoll-like hug. Anakin beat uselessly at Obi-Wan’s chest, but a snort fell from him and he changed tactics—he valiantly tried to disappear into thin air. No Jedi had mastered it yet, but he seemed intent on being the first.

Obi-Wan honed in on where Anakin’s ribs met his armpit, enchanted by the screech it pulled from him. Anakin had a good sense of humor, but Obi-Wan hardly ever got more than a chuckle and an eye roll from him—all of which had everything to do with Anakin, and nothing to do with the quality of his jokes. It was endearing beyond words to have a single spot that completely unraveled him.

“Careful. You might give someone the impression that you’re ticklish.” Obi-Wan fully deserved the anguished, furious wail from the pile of Jedi before him. He still laughed brightly at it.

“Alright. I think we’ve caused enough carnage. Truce?” Obi-Wan stood and offered his hand to shake. Anakin stared at him for a moment, still shaking with residual giggles. Anakin took his hand. Obi-Wan helped him up and clapped his shoulder, but when Anakin tried to pull away, Obi-Wan wouldn’t let him.

“The dark side will use many tricks to sway you, Anakin. Chief among them, the promise of peace.” Obi-Wan smirked, and turned the same trick that Anakin had used against him. He sent a focused burst of Force towards Anakin and he collapsed into Obi-Wan’s shoulder, overcome with snickers. Even with years of training on him, Obi-Wan wasn’t as talented as Anakin. He had to keep a hand planted on his former padawan’s shoulder to maintain the effect, but it was more than worth it.

“The dark side of the Force isn’t funny. Master Windu would be disappointed.” Obi-Wan shook his head. With how Anakin had fallen into him, it did look as if something had tickled him in the comedic sense—except for Anakin punching him in the shoulder, of course.

“Look at how the dark side’s corrupted you! Assaulting your master. A shame to watch you stray from the light.” Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the chuckles that bubbled out of him—Anakin’s face was priceless. He was fighting so hard to glare, bless him, but he simply couldn’t stop giggling long enough to make it stick. It was as if the little Anakins in his brain that controlled those vicious instincts had fled the helm.

Obi-Wan started poking Anakin’s stomach where he could reach, and his protégé’s laughter spiked infectiously. He fell into a cycle of hiccupy laughter and hid his face in his leather gloves.

“Alright! Stop. You wihihin.”

“Good lad.” Obi-Wan gave his shoulder a squeeze and it mysteriously, hilariously, summoned another bout of giggles.

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow for evasion drills!” Obi-Wan singsonged, strolling towards the terrace entrance.

“I hate you!” Anakin shouted after him, but his voice splintered into laughter before the venom could stick. Obi-Wan didn’t need the force to know it was Padmé’s doing.

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457 fic on the way hehehehehehehe

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Aww 🥺

Wuehehhe season 1 gi-hun look cute😺😺

(Ingore gayeong's broke arm)

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Anyway - I love you lees with bigger bodies. I love you plus sized lees. I love you fat lees. I love you disabled lees. I love you lees who don't laugh loud or at all but still like being tickled. I love you lees who only like being tickled in specific ways (and you deserve a ler who will make the effort to understand what you like.) I love you lees who can't ask for tickles. I love you lees who can't say the word. I love you lees who can't express enjoyment over being tickled but who do enjoy it deep down. I love you lees who aren't feather ticklish. I love you lees who don't like being squeezed. I love you lees that don't like being bound. I love you lees who squirm and push away the tickling even though you don't mean to. I love you lees who are still working on your relationship with your body. I love you lees with scars. I love you lees with mental illnesses. I love you lees with unique anatomy. I love you lees who are trans. I love you lees of color. I love you lees who only like the idea of being tickled but not actually being tickled. I love you lees who want to be tickled but have nobody to tickle you. I love you lees who are insecure about your laugh (it's beautiful. It's beautiful. I promise you, it's beautiful.) I love you lees who are insecure about your smile or teeth (you too.) I love you lees with trauma related to tickling. I love you lees who don't like sexual tickling. I love you lees who do. I love you lees who don't have it all figured out yet (give yourself time, be patient, be kind to you. You don't owe it to anyone to have it all figured out.) I love you lees who are only lees and don't switch. I love you lees who are shy. I love you lees who are bratty. I love you lees with stretch marks. I love you lees who don't like tools. I love you lees who need lots of breaks or can only be tickled a short time. I love you autistic lees. I love you lees who don't make content but just enjoy being part of the community. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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1000 posts!

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NOOOO THAT’S SO MEAN POOR JUN-HO 😭🫠

Adorable as always 😍😍😍

Problem solving

Lers!Woo-Seok, Mercenary Kim

Lee!Jun-Ho

A/N: My jubilee (10th) fic, yippeee! This baby blog became an adult exactly a couple of days before new season release, proud of it! 🥹

And I’m deeply apologies to you, the author of this cutest idea, I hope you’re still here and you’ll see it and it also will live up to expectations, despite it took TOO long to make it done and post it finally and it’s much shorter that usual (I still tried my best, I swear) 🥲 Let me know somehow that you waited for, please, if you please!

And everyone who sees this, I hope you’ll enjoy this silly fic, please let me know if you are! ❤️‍🩹

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It was raining cats and dogs for several days in a row. The small yacht bounced on the waves so hard that it looked like it was really about to turn over.

The fact that this wasn’t an obstacle for former police officer Hwang Jun-Ho wasn’t surprising, because neither heavily rain, nor the tornado, nor the apocalypse itself, were not able to stop him from striving for the noble goal of finding his older brother.

The motivation of his assistants and mercenaries was less obvious. And if for Choi Woo-Seok money was something for which he was ready to endure any inconvenience at first, and now he simply couldn’t betray the memory of his boss, who sacrificed his life for him a few days ago, then the taciturn and stoic mercenary Kim seems to have just been loyal to Jun-Ho and was also not ready to retreat on the way to the goal of saving many people from a terrible death at children's games. Even if at first it seemed like complete nonsense and it was almost impossible to believe in the existence of such an insane concept of island.

Nevertheless, now they were all in the same boat. Metaphorically and literally. The first sunny day in a long time was a real gift for all this small and, probably, a little weird when viewed from the sidelines, team.

Choi Woo-Seok went out on the deck, turning his face to these rays of the sun breaking through the dark clouds. It wasn’t too shiny and warm, but still it was a good respive between the cold showers, which seemed to never end.

Woo-Seok stretched out and tilted his head first to the right, then to the left, kneading his neck, when suddenly something caught his attention. A few metres away from him, there was a broken drone lying on the deck. One of those used by the Korean police, and their team sent it to search for the island, in case he was somewhere nearby, but it’s not yet possible to see him with his own eyes from the boat.

Now the drone was just lying here, lifeless and forever frozen. Woo-Seok approached and lifted it from the wooden floor. It didn't get any better. Instead of giving the man some hope that the drone can still be restored, it literally crumbled in his hands, and bolts and parts rolled in different directions with a ringing.

“Detective Hwang!!!! Mr Kim!!!", he shouted as loud as he could, looking around, trying to find with his gaze the men who he just called in a panic.

None of them seemed wasn’t somewhere nearby, but not even a minute passed when the sleepy ex police officer's head appeared from the door leading to the cabin. He jumped out onto the deck, looking around and all his appearance said that he hoped to see the island itself or at least hear some amazing news about their research. Kim ran in behind Jun-Ho, taking out a gun from the holster on the go.

Obviously, confused Woo-Seok, squatting and holding a useless pile of metal in his hands, was not a thing that they were expecting at, barging in here early in the morning.

The conversation about what happened here didn't take longer than literally a minute. Everything was clear without words. Well, or vice versa - nothing was clear and none of them knew anything that would make the situation clearer or easier.

So Jun-Ho just sat down on some upside-down box on the deck. With a tired sigh he pressed his elbows into his knees and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

His comrades looked at each other before just sympathetically looking at Jun-Ho for a while, not knowing what to say and what to do next.

Finally, Woo-Seok squatted down next to Jun-Ho and put his hand on detective’s shoulder.

"Hey!", he called, in fact not yet fully realising what exactly he wanted to say. "We'll find them anyway! This stupid drone hasn't helped us in any way all this time"

Jun-Ho snorted sadly and shook his head, obviously not at all reassured by these words.

"Well, what's the mood? Come on, get up, Detective Hwang, there's still a lot of things to do today!", Woo-Seok poked Jun-Ho with his two fingers under the ribs and then Hwang Jun-Ho suddenly swayed on the box, out of breath.

"What it was, detective Hwang?? Are you wounded?" Woo-Seok was afraid, looking at his face with anxiety.

However, instead of a grimace of pain or something like that, Jun-Ho's face had nothing but a bright blush and a slight confusion in his eyes.

"Well, well, well...", Woo-Seok cooed, making Jun Ho blush even more and fidgeting on the box restlessly, "Mr Kim, it seems that I know how to help the detective Hwang to cheer up before the next day of searching!"

Kim smiled with the corner of his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest.

“This is kinda… unusual way, Woo-Seok”, he drew out this words, although this light smile and unusual playful sparkle in his eyes had already destroyed Kim’s image of a strict soldier, “..but this definitely makes sense! What do you think, detective Hwang?”

Jun-Ho, who felt like he was a little boy terrified of being tickled ruthlessly by his older brother, but not serious old Detective Hwang, ex-police officer, didn’t have any time for the answer. But obviously the question was only rhetorical.

Two men were much closer to him than he wished for. And now lying with his hands pressed against the wooden floor and wriggling fingers close to his belly, Jun-Ho started to giggle uncontrollably even before the first touch.

Everything became MUCH worse when this evil fingers collapsed on his exposed torso.

"Please! PLEASE! This is so ticklehehees”

"Oooh, our poor ticklish detective Hwang! It's just a slight gentle touches on your ribs! Come on get a grip!”, Kim murmured with his deep voice, definitely enjoying himself, forgetting to keep his face completely.

“HAHAHAHAHAH”

"Keep quiet! Try to catch your breath!”, several minutes of scratching Jun-Ho’s ribs and chest which were last like forever were interrupted by another Woo-Seok’s mean remark, and judging by his face, he found this remark very witty, “Oooh, or I get it! It's our new tactic! Since we can't find the island yet, you've decided to let the island find us? I'm pretty sure that everyone there could hear this laugh! Pretty smart! But probably we should try harder and make it louder then! What about other spots?”

Jun-Ho laughed even louder and more desperately than before. Four hands tormented his entire poor torso at once and it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to feel even more sensitive, but this sugary-sweet voices of people (who clearly should have been to respect the hierarchy much more than now) as if it penetrated right under the skin, while fingers with blunt nails scratched it right on it.

"Look, Mr Kim! He laughs even harder if you tease him! Tickle-tickle!”

"Are you two craAHAHAzy? Hahahah!! What are you dohohooing?”, Jun-Ho whined through uncontrollable chuckles, squirming desperately.

"Didn't you hear, detective? We're tickling you!”

"Lehehet me gooohohoo!"

"Nobody's holding you, detective Hwang! What are you talking about?”, Kim said with composure, pinching Jun-Ho’s hip bones with a face of a person who’s just doing his routine.

Jun-Ho hardly shifted his gaze from the mercenary’s hands, which was now busy with scrutinising his armpits from both sides at once, to his own hands, clinging to the very box on which he was sitting some time ago. It turned out that apart from the fact that his fingers squeezed the metal handle of the drawer to the point of pain, nothing else really kept his hands from at least trying to resist.

Jun-Ho immediately let go of the box and tried to grab someone else's hands at random. Unfortunately, the quantitative advantage of the attackers did not save the situation. Jun-Ho closed his eyes and shook his head, squeezing someone's fingers tightly with one hand, and the other hugging himself by the torso, hoping thus at least reduce the area of defeat.

And then he felt a squeeze on one of his knees and a gentle but persistent scratching on his sensitive neck… That was something which made Ju-Ho to HOWL.

“STOHOHOP IT STOP IHIHIT PLEEHEHEEEAS!!!”

Unexpectedly, in response to this, Woo-Seok right next to his ear (well, so it was him, who attacked detective’s neck... Jun-Ho never dared to open his eyes since he closed them, so he could only guess what’s the mission of every of his mercenaries) laughed as if it HE was tickled to pieces now. Kim also laughed and squeezed the detective's knee a couple of times confidently and strongly rubbed it in circular motions. Woo-Seok’s hand moved from the neck to the shoulder, also rubbing and patting it, as if trying to support him.

Jun-Ho produced a couple of residual sobs and uncertainly let go of someone's hand, still squeezed into his own. Opening his eyes, he met Kim's eyes, squatting, leaving his knee alone, and began to knead his stuck wrist.

"Doing better now, detective?", asked Woo-Seok, taking his attention. Jun-Ho coughed tiredly and raised his head higher, now looking into his eyes. Woo-Seok continued to smile like a child.

"Don't you dare ever do that again, okay?" Jun-Ho exhaled, perhaps trying to sound threatening or at least serious, but a wide involuntary smile prevented him from doing so.

"Of course, detective!" said Kim, who had become habitually serious again, giving detective a hand to help him get up, "Although it seemed to us that you doing much better now! Don't you think so, Woo-Seok?”

"Shut up," Jun-Ho chuckled, already standing on his feet, patting Woo-Seok’s back, who laughed sincerely again, instead of being answering.

Actually deep down Ju-Ho couldn't disagree with it... He definitely was doing better now, despite he would rather die than admit it out loud.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

PREACH

One of the scariest things I ever did was share my tickle fics with the internet. But it's also been one of the most gratifying, freeing, overall best experiences of my life. Opening the door to sharing my plethora of tickle thoughts and fandom fics has been such an amazing journey. I've gotten to connect and become friends with people I never would have had the privilege to meet otherwise. And I finally found my people, after a childhood of thinking I was alone.

So, if you're a new fic writer or fan artist or just new to the tickle scene in general and don't know where to start, I'd say the best way is to just go for it. Do it. Share the thing. Start the conversation. It's scary, yes, but absolutely rewarding, too.

I couldn't be happier that I did it myself.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

ughhhhh i cant sleep all i can think about is tickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletickletick-

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

The Perfect Plan

HIIIII! This is a Hwang brothers fic as requested many times by many people including @stay-123 . I love writting for these two, it gives me so much joy ahshshs. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jun-Ho wants to put In-Ho in his place, but In-Ho wants to put Jun-Ho in his place. All of this place-putting gets a little complicated, so there's only one logical solution.

Waring: This is a TICKLE FIC.

"Come in"

The door creaked open, Jun-Ho hesitantly stepping into the darkly lit room. There was his brother, his face bare and genuine without the mask, yet his gaze dark and distant. He sat in a fancy armchair by the fire, taking sips from his rich flask of whisky. The office practically smelled like money. And, ordinarily, Jun-Ho would have been delighted that his brother had come across such wealth. But this situation was far from ordinary.

"Take a seat", In-Ho gestured, as if Jun-Ho were merely one of the VIP's and not the blood brother he had given his spare organ to. Jun-Ho sat down on a couch opposite him, slowly and grudgingly, his eyes narrowed. He had finally found the island - found his brother again. He'd been looking everywhere for him for years, trying to save his victims from this awful place. And him of course - Jun-Ho wouldn't dare picture his own loving brother rotting in prison. The brother who had supported him every step of the way, who had taken time out of his busy high school and college schedule to play with him and chat to him instead of studying. Who had taken out his bullies with his strong, menacing demeanor. In-Ho was like a bear - terrifying to some but adorable and affectionate to others. For Jun-Ho, he was the latter.

In-Ho had invited his brother for a 'chat', hoping to clear things up before they decided what to do next. Of course, Jun-Ho knew his brother had zero intention of agreeing to give up the games, but a conversation was needed more than anything. Jeez - he'd been waiting to speak to his brother for years, and he couldn't have imagined a worse circumstance.

"Your nervous", In-Ho commented nonchalantly. That bastard could always tell. He chuckled - "It's cute".

Jun-Ho groaned, "What do you want?"

In-Ho's sinister smirk widened, "Wow, is that anyway to address your elder brother? Manners Jun-Ho, manners".

"Cut the crap, what are you hoping to get out of this?"

In-Ho frowned again, his eyes once more going distant.

"Firstly, I'd like to apologize for shooting you".

Jun-Ho noticed a slight quiver in his voice, as if In-Ho had been dwelling on this for quite a while. As if it had legitimately been keeping him up at night. Jun-Ho knew his brother just as well as his brother knew him - even though he was trying to sound put together, he was scared too.

"You won't tell ooma, will you?"

Jun-Ho jolted forward, lifting his fist, "I swear to god, you better cut this bullshit right now or I will-"

"You'll what? You'll punch me? Well, go ahead. I shot you. An eye for an eye I suppose-"

Jun-Ho just snickered sarcastically and shook his head, "I won't punch you. I'm not like you".

In-Ho shook his head in return. Seeing his little brother like this, threatening to attack him even though he was much smaller and weaker, reminded him of many times in their childhood. In-Ho knew he was still stronger than Jun-Ho, even though they had both trained at the same academy. But Jun-Ho had always been a bit too feisty. It was never actually violent, but they often got into play fights. Or, rather, Jun-Ho would start play fights he wouldn't win. And it would always end up with the younger on the floor, screaming for mercy as his evil big brother skittered his fingers up and down his sides and ribs, where he was devastatingly ticklish. In-Ho's eyes sparkled a bit at the memory.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Shit, the Frontman had dozed out for a second. He cleared his throat, but couldn't help the slight tremor in his voice. These memories made him sad - he really missed his carefree times with Jun-Ho, when the younger was a kid or teen and he was a teen or young adult.

"I was just getting a sense of Deja Vu, darling brother. From when we were kids".

Jun-Ho's face dropped a bit. In-Ho couldn't help but squeak and chuckle at that. It always amused him how his little brother could go from being headstrong and determined to confused and disorientated in the split of a second. He noticed Jun-Ho pouting at him, clearly annoyed that his elder brother found his demeanor amusing. That just made In-Ho laugh more.

"Shut up!", Jun Ho yelled, lifting his arm again to punch. That just made In-Ho throw his head back and laugh even louder. This was all too amusing. His body was shaking with laughter, his chest rising and falling as Jun-Ho just glared at him.

"Snap out of it!", Jun Ho punched In-Ho's shoulder gently, as if threatening to do more.

"Owww", In-Ho whined, rubbing his shoulder. The punch may have been gentle, but it was still sore, "What was that for?"

Shit. Jun-Ho couldn't help the smile forming on his face. It was impossible not to grin when his big brother got all goofy like this, even in situations where it was very much unwanted. It was as if In-Ho's menacing side had switched off and his affectionate side had come to the forefront - all triggered by the sight of Jun-Ho.

Luckily In-Ho was too busy chuckling to see Jun-Ho's smile, which he quickly suppressed. His elder brother opened his mouth to say something, but Jun-Ho interrupted him with another punch, this one a bit harder.

"Ahh!", In Ho cried, catching Jun-Ho's arm in a firm grip. Jun-Ho tired to pull back, but couldn't. The menacing Frontman returned instantly.

"I was about to say something", In-Ho glared, pulling Jun-Ho's arm in tighter, squeezing it so it almost hurt.

Jun-Ho was starting to get seriously worried now. He tugged at his arm, but the Frontman wouldn't budge.

"You'll pay for that", In-Ho said, his voice dark and expressionless.

Jun-Ho shut his eyes, anticipating pain. That was when he felt his arm being pulled in the air, catching him slightly off balance. In-Ho steadied him by pushing his opposite side a bit with his hand, before digging his fingers right into the hollow of Jun-Ho's exposed underarm.

This was the last thing Jun-Ho had excepted. He reflexively tugged his arm, but was horrified when it wouldn't budge. Luckily, his training as a cop had taught him to hide reactions in sudden situations like this. Well, not exactly like this, but the skills were transferrable. He bit his lip hard, looking away from In-Ho, hoping to god he wasn't smiling.

In-Ho saw how Jun-Ho bit his lip, the widest grin on his face. He felt both accomplished and affectionate. Brutal and loving.

Jun-Ho, on the other hand, would not let himself break. He couldn't think straight with the tickly sensations under his arm, but he had to try and form some sort of coherent plan. The last time he'd been anything close to tickled was a few months ago, when he'd had his regular checkup and the stomach exam came along.

"Oh no", In-Ho frowned, "Why aren't you laughing? You used to be so ticklish, whatever happened?"

In-Ho than stopped. Jun-Ho, relieved, and completely oblivious to his elder brother's sinister plan, caught his breath. He stepped back but than realized he couldn't. In-Ho still had his hand in a firm grip.

The Frontman smirked, "Don't think your getting away that easy. If that didn't break you, this sure will-" In-Ho started wiggling his fingers dangerously close to his sides. Oh shit. Oh no. Not there. Anything but there. Jun-Ho felt his skin prickle, biting his lip even tighter. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hide his reactions now.

In-Ho's stern smirk finally cracked, and he couldn't resist his authentic grin coming out. Goodness gracious this was adorable! He hadn't even stated touching his little brother yet! It brought back so many memories.

"Oooo, tense are we? Don't worry, this ought to relax you-"

With that, in-Ho dug all ten of his fingers into Jun-Ho's exposed sides, hitting all the spots that he knew his little brother HATED.

Predictably, Jun-Ho burst into laughter.

"NOHOHOHO! IN-HOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

God, he was begging already. Where had his pride gone.

In-Ho tutted, "Not until you promise to leave this island and never come back". Damn, the words stung even as he said them. But he was the Frontman now - he had to keep the games going. The VIP's depended on him. And he had to get his brother off this island to somewhere he'd be safe.

The word's stung for Jun-Ho too, but he couldn't dwell on them for long with his damn sides being attacked.

"NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI HAHAHAHVE TO DO MY JOHOHOHOB! EEEE! *SNORT*"

In-Ho beamed from ear to ear, "Was that a snort I just heard? Oh how I missed that sound. I think you might just be too ticklish for you're own gOOD-"

Jun-Ho had escaped. He didn't know how, but he'd escaped. Probably because the Frontman's grip on him had loosened, due to the fact that he'd been getting so distracted admiring and melting at his younger brother's cuteness. And, the moment Jun-Ho had escaped, he had jabbed his brother's side back. And kept his finger there, and wiggled it. But, instead of trying to escape, the Frontman just collapsed backwards in his armchair, collapsing into low, firm giggles.

"Ahahaha shihihit!"

Jun-Ho was shocked at himself. Why the hell was he tickling him? Why wasn't he doing something more violent, or at least less stupid?

"Eheheheh! Okahahay! Yohohou wihihihin!"

Jun-Ho felt a rush of exhilaration at that. He'd won! Hooray! Wait, no, they weren't kids anymore. Snap out of it Jun-Ho.

Jun-Ho tried to put on a stern face, "What were you saying about me being too ticklish, In-Ho?"

The Frontman just kept giggling, "Okahahay okay! You wohohon! Stohohohop!"

In-Ho felt amazing. He hadn't been on the receiving end of affection in forever. He was too overjoyed to feel embarrassed about how quickly he'd dropped the whole menacing act, how quickly he'd submitted to his brother's influence.

"Only when you promise to let me stay, report these games, and come home with me", Jun-Ho smirked.

"Yohohou knohohow I cahahan't!"

In-Ho squealed as Jun-ho hit a bad spot on his upper ribs, kicking a leg out. He kicked Jun-Ho, making him lose his balance and tumble backwards. In-Ho seized the opportunity, his lightning reflexes making him pounce on top of his brother.

"Oh, you will regret that so much-"

With that, In-Ho started squeezing Jun-Ho's sides. If the fingers had been bad, the squeezing was ten times worse.

"OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOHO!"

NOW Jun-Ho's ticklishness was working in his favour, because his desperate squirms led to him flipping his elder brother over, almost accidentally. Standing up In-Ho was stronger, but on the floor their strength matched. Shocked at himself, he didn't miss the opportunity to go for the kill - scribbling at In-Ho's neck.

Instead of tossing his head back in laughter, the Frontman pinned it to his chest.

"NAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU SHIHIHIT!"

In-Ho fought back of course, reaching up and tazering Jun-Ho's sides. That made Jun-Ho burst into cackles, but he still wouldn't stop on In-Ho's neck.

AAAA! NOOO!", Jun-Ho squealed, skittering his fingers up and down In-Ho's chin and poking at his nape.

"HAHAHAH!", In-Ho grabbed Jun-Ho by his back and tipped him over. They were a big bundle of flying limbs at this point.

"STAHAHAHAP!", Jun-Ho begged.

That made In-Ho dig his fingers in harder, feeling his little brother's body shake against him.

"NOHOHOT UNTIL YOUOHOU STOHOHOHOP!"

"NEHEHEHEVER!!!"

This went on for a few moments, the two of them struggling to get the upper hand but failing miserably.

"OKAHAHAHAY, TRUHUHUHUCE?!?!?"

Jun-Ho considered In-Ho's request. He wasn't thinking straight because of how ticklish he was.

"OHOHOHKAY! 3,2,1"

Jun-Ho took his hands off In-Ho's neck, excepting to get the same relief in return. His eyes widened in betrayal as In-Ho continued. But the Frontman wouldn't make the same mistake he'd made before. He wouldn't keep tickling his brothers sides, he would attack his knees with squuezes instead. That way Jun-Ho wouldn't be squirming enough to break free.

Just as In-Ho had predicted, Jun-Ho collapsed into brethless giggles, the widest smile on his face, his chest rising and falling"

"You know, you are far too gullible darling brother-"

"Fuhuhuhuhuck yohohou!"

God, Jun-Ho was too cute. The Frontman was too in awe to respond.

That was when there was a bang at the door. In-Ho jumped up, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his gun. He turned around, pointing it at....Gi-Hun, Hyun-Ju and Dae-Ho.

The three men just stared at him, their mouths hanging open in awe. Uh-oh, they'd seen it, hadn't they. He noticed that they had rifles on them, obviously planning another coup. Too dumbfounded to move, Jun-Ho stood up and pinned his brother's arms behind his back.

"Good job guys", he said.

In-Ho was shocked, "Wait, you knew about this?!"

"He planned it", Hyun-Ju said, stepping forward. Although there was a slight giggle in her voice. Oh boy, this was humiliating.

"You-"

Jun-Ho just smirked at him, "Come on big brother, I made these guys promise they wouldn't shoot you. But they might get riled up, so be careful what you say".

God, he was screwed.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

MAY I PLEASE REQUEST HEADCANONS OF MY BOY MIN-SU

Maybe specifically his dynamic with Thanos and nam-gyu too? Like them as his ler’s?

BUT DONT WORRY IF U DONT WANT TO BESTIE THERES NO PRESSURE 🤩🤩

MY LIL BOI MIN SU!

Sure thing, I can whip something up...

Okay, so we all know that Thanos is like, in love with Min Su (platonically). Like, if anyone hurts his boi he WILL come after them

So, whilst Thanos is comfortable being an asshole to Nam-Gyu (he sees him as more of an equal cause their both druggies), he feels the need to protect his boi at all costs

BUT that doesn't mean my boi doesn't get tickles!!!

IN FACT, that's actually the REASON he gets tickles from Thanos. Lemme explain...

So Min-Su definitely likes being tickled. He's an anxious boi so the laughing distracts him from worrying. And I also feel like he's a super affectionate person so it feels nice being on the receiving end for a change

And Thanos KNOWS that Min-Su secretly loves being tickled (because Thanos does too and has a good radar shhhh)

So Thanos tickles him ALL THE TIME to cheer him up when he's down. And he DEFINTELEY gangs up with Nam-Gyu against him

Like Thanos and Nam-Gyu have special gestures to indicate to each other that it's time to give Min-Su a good wrecking.

Like Min-Su might say something a lil bold and Thanos will just look to the side and go "did you hear that Nam-Gyu?" and bro would get the message IMMEDIATELY (they are unstoppable assholes I can't-)

BUT, because Thanos cares about Min-Su so much, he doesn't tell Nam-Gyu that the boy likes it. So Nam-Gyu just helps Thanos tickle Min-Su to be playful prick lol

The two men will pin Min-Su down and absolutely DESTROY him. Like they will poke and scribble at every part of his body while cooing about what a ticklish boi he is. It makes Min-Su absolutely melt

When Thanos tickles Min-Su without Nam-Gyu, he can be just as cruel. His go to tease for his boi is "uh tickle tickle tickle- uh tickle tickle tickle-" It's just so silly and unhinged and totally something high Thanos would do

Min-Su's worst spot is the right side of his belly, and squishes KILL him

Thanos discovered this when he was tickling Min-Su, got to the spot and the way Min-Su screamed with laughter-/joy made Thanos' eyes LIGHT UP

Thanos felt so legitimately endeared. He was like "Wow, was that you boi?" And than he squished again and again and again-

Min-Su's ticklish laughter is VERY high pitched and he doesn't squirm or fight back much, he just kinda wiggles round a bit

Remember when Thanos put his arm around Min-Su's head and said "So happy to see you again bro?!?!" Yeah, that was followed by wiggling a finger in his side and holding him tight so he couldn't get away-

It was Nam-Gyu's idea to tickle Min-Su to stop him from voting X

So this is how Thanos and Nam-Gyu discovered their boi was ticklish...

So Nam-Gyu was being a real asshole to Min-Su after the six-legged pentathlon. And he was just complaining about how bad he was at Gongi. And Thanos felt HORRIBLE at how mean Nam-Gyu was being and could see that Min-Su was getting visibly distressed. So he was like, "Oh come on man, lay off. We lived. It was fine. Don't make my boi feel bad"

And than Nam-Gyu didn't get the message and was like - "Bro, but Iv'e never seen anyone that shit at Gongi in my life. Do you have a finger dissorder or some shit?" And he wiggled his fingers at Min-Su as he said it (not even making contact may I add)

And the way Min-Su JUMPED back and squeeled

And Nam-Gyu was about to just go on and forget about it but Thanos just lifted up an arm and went "hold up-"

Okay so here are two scenarios I thought of....

"Young-Il" saw Nam-Gyu and Thanos tackle Min-Su in the distance. So he walked up to them to break up the "fight". But he sighed and chuckled when he realized it was only tickling. And Min-Su was SO embarassed, because "Young-Il" was his elder and had kinda earned everyone's respect after what he did to Thanos. So he walked up to Young-Il later and asked him to not tell anyone what he'd seen. And the Frontman just chuckled and was like - "It's okay. Just between you and me, I'm also rather ticklish myself-" And omg Min-Su DIED of embarrassment (but In-Ho was actually being so sweet)

SO this one is actually based off your HC about Gemuja because I loved it and it just seemed so canon to me. Okay so Gemuja traces people's palms when they are anxious. So, when she saw Min-Su really upset over Se-Mi's death, her motherly instinct kicked in and the boi became another one of her "children". Anyways, she offered to trace his palm and he agreed. And he tried to hold back his sighs of content at first, but Gemuja just smiled and said - "Oh, you don't need to hold back your reaction. Your not nearly as bad as Young-Sik- he always starts laughing and tries to pull his hand away - he's quite ticklish". And Min-Su, his brain not properly functioning due to how relaxed and loved he felt, was like - "Oh, I'm ticklish in other places..." What can I say, he wanted tickles

Okay that's it. Sorry it took so long - I just had a random surge of ideas so now it's finally out.

Okay hope you enjoyed gigglers! (:

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Oooo, you’d like requests?

*appears out of thin air with a list the length of an ancient scroll*

How about Jung-Bae getting the team together and asking for help. He explains that Gi-Hun used to be so goofy and irrational and carefree, and the others don’t believe him, cause they’ve only known the anxious no-nonsense Gi-Hun. So Jung-Bae is asking the others if they have any ideas as to how to get the old Gi-Hun to shine through. Than “Young-Il” makes a suggestion, something he used to do to his little brother when he was being a sook….

And I’m imagining the whole team makes a plan and gang up on 456. And Jung-Bae is so silly for the whole fic. And it’s a good distraction for them all from the horror of the games.

No pressure to take this request, just an idea if you need it (:

omg wait I love this. xx i'm going to try and do this.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Temporary post! 💗💗💗

I don’t know if anyone remembers the Thanos WIP I posted with him saying ‘I’m so hungry I could eat an MG coin’ - I’m still working on it, HOWEVER I’ve changed it from Myung-gi to Min-su. I just think it works better :) and also let’s be real….my mans minsu is DEATHLY ticklish to raspberries/mouth tickles. And someone needs to draw him being absolutely annihilated

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Mint choc chip. Idk, you just give off that vibe. @lord-of-hyperfix

new tag game!!

i’ve just always wanted to try and start a tag game so uh yeah :D

…what flavor of ice cream is the person who tagged you?

@notthesodaa @ribbitingconversation @lowercaserowan @yosefinthetrenches @janenotbirkin @residentoddity (and any of my other moots) (no pressure!)