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a peaky blinders fanfic!! im so excited to make this because only one creator has actually made content in the tags, but they haven't posted in it for 2 years </3
i am here to take the legacy on with a switch!john and switch!thomas fic hehehehe
also this is also considered a PILOT fanfiction for me to really get to know my skills and flaws!! criticism is welcome
time started: 13:45PM time ended: 16:01PM
(first fic in years, kinda nervous... 😓)
SUMMARY: john is an egotistical, hyper little shit. we all know that!! in a state of boredom, he goes up to his stoic older brother and decides to surprise attack him. it actually works, and once he's done, thomas gives john 5 seconds before his own demise
SEASON SET: SEASON ONE. JOHN IS 24 AND THOMAS IS 29
TW!!: swearing, brief smoking, mentions of death + war and mouth tickles
Small Heath, Birmingham was no easy place to live in 1919. After the war, tension was everywhere - the already raving streets now full of chaos and smoke. Grime coated the exterior of houses, fog clouded the city sights and children were roaming everywhere, unaccompanied and endangered.
Birmingham was no fun anymore, even for people in gangs - well, that was John's perspective. Being the youngest of the three main brothers, he had to grow up quite quickly, mature too fast. And although, yes, he was a capable man with a strong heart, he was also quite childish and his mindset resembled that of a teenage boy.
He needed some action— some spice to make his day, hell, maybe even his week a little more interesting. So, what not better to do than to torment his second-oldest brother? His most stoic brother? Thomas Shelby. Yet, sometimes, John had to admit even he was scared of his older brother, as his oldest was also a bit weary of the middle child. Why? Before the war in France, Thomas was lively - he laughed, he smiled, he was happy. But, after the war, that person didn't come back. A new Thomas came - a hardened, more stern, more emotionless Thomas that lead the gang called the 'Peaky Blinders'.
Aside from that aspect - John wasn't so worried. Maybe Thomas would appreciate it? Maybe he could escape fast enough? Oh well. No matter the consequences, he was already hooked on-
Well. What? He didn't know what to do -- so, he sat down in the meeting room, pondering. He didn't want to hurt Thomas, far from it, actually. Maybe it'd be good to see his brother laugh, at least once in a while, maybe he could..
It clicked.
It was stupid.
It was childish.
Oh, but that was who John was anyway, and God did it work. He'd just have to tickle him - I mean, when was the last time he saw that happen? Probably not even once. At that, John was set. Determined, he stood up and went to go find his brother.
"Aunt Pol! Aunt Pol? Have you seen Thomas anywhere?"
No answer.
"Arthur!! Where the fuck's Tom?"
"Oh, John, Tommy's in his office as usual. You should know that."
That was easy, only took 15 minutes. But, anyway, John made his way in without knocking and took a seat in front of his brothers desk, a cheeky, sly smirk already starting to force his way onto his lips. "What's up, Tom?"
Thomas only sighed, he didn't even have to look up to hear the smile in his younger brother's voice. He knew it meant trouble. Keeping his eyes on his letter as he wrote it, he answered gruffly. "Yes, John? What is it? If it isn't about business, it can wait." That only made John snicker.
Adjusting his hat, John rolled his eyes. He straightened out his suit and leaned backwards, his head hanging off of the chair. "What'cha doin', eh?" The mischievous one asked, lighting a cigarette and beginning to smoke it. Taking a long puff, he waited for Thomas' answer - a sigh of frustration.
Thomas kept his eyes on his pen, still writing about important things as he talked to John, trying to keep his mind on business. "Writing a letter to the Lee Family. We're conspiring for a deal. Now get out if you don't have anything important to say." He then looked up at John, finally, with a serious and stern look on his face.
"Why are you so serious, huh, bro? What's the matter?" John took another few puffs before stumping his cigarette down in Thomas' ash tray. "You know, you should laugh once ina' while. I haven't seen you laugh since the war. Ever since France, seeing our friends die n' shit, you haven't even made a joke! A fucking joke, Tom." Chair scraping against the wooden floorboards as he stood up abruptly, the sneaky, young adult made his way behind Thomas.
"You have seen me laugh, John."
"Not properly!"
The Leader of Peaky Blinders only rolled his eyes and set his pen down - that's when he tensed. "John. Get your 'ands off of me. I swear to God-" A sharp intake of breath.
"Oho- Are you still fuckin' ticklish, Tom?" The older brother immediately tried to escape, but a firm squeeze to the stomach made him snort and double over. Of course John still knew how to make him snort, of course. The younger only grinned widely and began to flutter his fingers over his navel.
"Pffhahaha- F-Fohor Christ sake, Johohn!" Thomas grabbed John's wrists, trying to push them away to no avail as he was only pushing weakly. It had been a while since he was able to laugh freely, and he didn't mind it so much. "I'm tryhying to w-write a fuhuck- fuckihihing lehehetter!" Slightly embarrassed, he hid his face in his arm, a soft pink hue settling on his face.
Not listening, John dragged his nails up along his brother's abs to his ribcage - his nails slightly grown out - and began to vibrate them gently into the skin in between each individual rib. "Your letter isn't fuckin' important right now. What is important is seeing you piss yourself laughing!" That earnt a sarcastic huff from Thomas, who was trying to keep his giggles in, hiding his mouth in his arm, but it was no use.
"Ahalright- Alright.. Thahahat's enohoHOUGH- JOHOHN!" The 29-year-old man practically squealed as he kicked out a leg, his younger brother had drilled his thumbs into his ever-so-sensitive hip divots. Slamming his hands into John's, he tried to push his wrists away for real. But, the tickling had made his strength evaporate. "LEHEHET ME GOHO- RIGHT NOHOW!"
"Mmm.. Nah. This shit is too fuckin' priceless go let go." That's when he felt Thomas really try to push him off, and he had to wrap his arms around the man to keep him still. John spidered his fingers up and down his sides and gently pinched at his hips. The Leader was in hysterics, banging his fist onto the table as he practically shook with laughter.
"G-GEHEHET THE FUHUCK OHOFF!" Thomas' cheeks began to ache from smiling so much - that's when he knew be bad enough. He then tapped out, and John slowed his hands to a stop. Smiling widely, the younger ruffled his hair. "Ahaha.. Heh.. Fuck.."
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it, Tom?"
"Five seconds."
"What?"
"You.. You have five fuhucking seconds to run before I bloody hunt you down."
John felt his cheeks heat up instantly, and be bolted faster than he ever had. He wasn't about to let this fucker- "Five." SHIT.
"Nononono-" He scrambled out of the office and into a room that no one ever went in. Yet, he wasn't safe there. Hidden behind the door, he felt Thomas near the room he was in. The door swung open, and John almost burst into nervous giggles right then and there. He had to cover his mouth, his cheeks already burning in embarrassment. He was fucking twenty-four! Why was he acting like a fourteen year old?!
Walking around the room slowly, Thomas checked every possible space John could be in. The latter thought he was safe, until: "You know, John. I'm not stupid." A snort slipped. He tried to bolt for it again, but felt hands wrap around his waist right before he set a foot out of the door.
"Noho- Nononono- Tohom-" John panicked through giggles, pushing at his hands.
"I'm not touching you yet."
That's when John felt himself get pinned to the floor, his arms being hoisted above his head. "That's- That's nohot fucking fair! I d-didn't pin you!" Thomas only raised an eyebrow and began tickling.
"Life's not fair, John." He began a lecture as he started to pinch and knead his brother's delicate sides, eliciting squeaky, boyish, frantic laughter from the grown man. "You should know that, for starters. We grew up in this shithole."
"SHUHUT UHUHUP! FUHUCK YOUHU-"
He let out a sweet snort, burying his blushing face into his pinned shoulder.
"Now, now, John. Not every sentence you speak has to have profanity in it." Thomas tutted, smirking when the younger arched his back when the older began to knuckle his ribs, snorting and squeaking with sweet belly laughter.
"I-IHI SAHAID SHUHUT UP, T-TOHOM!" John screeched, falling back against the floor and attempting to curl up. He was being dramatic, as usual. This wasn't a problem for Thomas, though, who kept switching spots to keep John laughing like a mad man. He found the edges of John's untucked shirt and slid his hard, calloused hands in to scribble at his belly button, electing a scream. "EHEHEHAHAHAHA-"
"Tch. Twenty-four, and you act like a toddler. You need to keep your shirt tucked in, John. The Peaky Blinders can't be seen as a lousy gang, can it now?" He scolded his brother as he ignored the screams coming from him. His blunt fingernails and rough skin only added to the torture as he switched between scribbling and clawing his lean stomach. John's eyes scrunched close.
"...Is it now?" Thomas inquired, face darkening slightly as his fingers froze. Oh shit. Fuck. Please have mercy.
But, John wouldn't give up. Not now. He was doomed either way! "Y-Yeheah... I-It is.. WaitwaitwaitWAIIIT-" He instantly shrieked when he felt Thomas pull his shirt up to his ribs, eyes snapping open, all thoughts of not giving up vanishing.
"What? What do you possibly have to say for yourself?" Thomas asked with a raised eyebrow, eyes flickering down to John's midriff - the sensitive, delicate skin had gained a soft, red hue to match his blushing face.
"P-Plehease... I swear, I-I didn't mehean it-" John shied under his gaze, hiding his wobbly smile with his arm. This was a rare occurrence of when Thomas actually gave tickles like this, and they were the WORST.
"That won't save you." Thomas then proceeded to blow the biggest raspberry ever known to man onto John's lower stomach, his stubble scratching perfectly against the skin beneath. When I tell you John shrieked, I don't mean a brief one, I mean one that rang throughout the streets of Small Heath.
John shook his head from side to side hysterically, letting out extremely childish giggles, tears pricking his eyes (and soon streaming down his already glossy cheeks) as Thomas placed not one, not two, but three raspberries all over his stomach. "FUHUHUCK- OKAHAHAHAY! PLEHEHEASE- IHIHI- I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!" He yelled, barely able to speak before his laughter went completely silent. That's when Thomas took the sign to stop, releasing John and patting his chest.
"Still as weak to them as you were when you were twelve." The older teased lightly, standing up and watching John do so. When the younger stumbled, he gently caught him and rubbed his back. "Tuck your shirt in, look appropriate and go rest. We have a busy day tomorrow."
John nodded, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "Y-Yeah... Whatever.."
"...Love you, Tom."
"I love you too, John. Go rest now, and don't disturb me again."
Aunt Polly had a lot of questions in regard of the screaming.
Okay hear me out. Since in s3 we had nam-gyu and myung gi as a surprising duo. Nam-gyu was also HELLA hyper almost the whole time. What if its lee!nam-gyu and ler!myung gi and myung gi was like "dude calm down" and accidentally tkled him and realized that could be the answer to how to get him to calm down. It could be during the game or after I dont really care which one.
Have a good day!!
THROWING FLOWERS AT YOU
THANK YOU FOR BESTOWING THIS IDEA APON ME
BOOMSHAKALAKA
Take A Chill Pill
(cringe title i know but just wait)
warnings: drug mentions, language, briefly addressing Thanos’ death (I refuse to write angst like that tho shhh), descriptions of violence and people in fear, blood mentions/descriptions (nothing hella graphic tho)
A/N: I made it so that in this version, the tickles are happening when in the original Myung-gi killed Hyun-ju, so here all four ladies and Young-sik make it out :3
Screams echoed throughout the winding halls. Blood splattered against the cutesy cartoony wallpaper. People in red chased people in blue, bloody footprints were all over the floor…
You’d expect everyone here to be filled with dread; you either had to kill someone, or avoid being killed. And yeah, everyone was miserable.
Except for Nam-gyu?? Somehow???
Myung-gi dramatically sighed and stopped walking. So did his “partner in crime”, but not without aggressively grabbing 333’s shoulders, because why the hell wouldn’t he?
“Can you stop that?” Myung-gi snapped, shoving the other away. Nam-gyu only giggled in response, probably amused at Myung-gi’s reaction.
“Why’d we stop? Did you see anybody?” It was blatantly obvious that this man was higher than the god damn sun, and his high energy was really getting on Myung-gi’s nerves.
“No, but if you don’t be quiet, we won’t see anybody because they’ll hear us.”
Nam-gyu leaned on player 333’s shoulder, twirling his knife in one hand and tilting his head. “Where’s the fun in that?” He whined. “I like the chase~ you sure you don’t want one?” He held up the necklace again.
Myung-gi pushed Nam-gyu away with a sharp “No.” Player 124 had to regain his balance, grabbing a wall to regain his footing. He giggled again.
“You’re so boring, MG Coin.” Nam-gyu groaned. Myung-gi only rolled his eyes and kept walking.
“No, I’m just not a drug-dependent idiot. Now come on, and be quiet this time.”
For once, Nam-gyu was actually quiet. It was almost peaceful- no, wait, never mind. A terrified man in blue sprinted by in a nearby hallway with a manic looking woman in red on his heels.
At least Nam-gyu wasn’t talking like a deranged toddler anymore, though.
The two stalked through the maze of colorful wallpaper and blood-smeared floors. They had already, technically, killed who they needed. Nothing was stopping the two of them from heading back to the dorm. But it was Nam-gyu’s idea to stay and kill off a few more players to make the amount of prize money higher, and well… it wasn’t a terrible idea. So Myung-gi agreed. But so far, they weren’t having the best luck, because every person they saw was already dead or actively being killed by another seeker.
So they kept wandering, listening for any signs of hiders, perking up at the sounds of screams. Myung-gi was completely focused.
Not Nam-gyu, though.
“…Since you were a youtuber, did you have a cringe intro or outro or whatever? With effects and music and stuff?” He laughed when Myung-gi slowly turned around with a look that practically said what the fuck. “And did you do merch givaways too?” He laughed a little louder at that thought. The stupid comments and noise in general were starting to get Myung-gi really pissed off.
“What the hell did I tell you about shutting up?” He angrily whispered. There was probably no point in whispering now, though.
“Whatever, but like, did you sell like… hoodies with your name in big bright letters n shit…?”
“Please stop”
“Ohoh wait, you look like the type of guy to sell shit on redbubble or whatever it’s called!”
“No I don’t!” Myung-gi snapped. “I- this is stupid. Can we please focus? I’m seconds away from leaving you behind.” While he stared at Nam-gyu with an aggressive gaze, Nam-gyu was giddy and grinning.
“Okay, whatever, calm down. Is this how you handled hate comments?”
Myung-gi didn’t even bother reacting to that. He just kept walking once again, not caring whether or not Nam-gyu followed.
Another few seconds of quiet… if this was gonna be a cycle, he was NOT liking it…
“heAAH!” Myung-gi jumped and almost dropped his knife as he felt Nam-gyu tase his sides from behind. He whipped around again to see Nam-gyu cackling and pointing at him like this was the funniest thing ever. What a looney toon!
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Myung-gi exclaimed as he moved back a step in case Nam-gyu tried that again.
“You’re ticklish!” Nam-gyu yelled that a little too loud for Myung-gi’s comfort, so he grabbed 124 by the collar of his shirt and pushed him up against the wall.
“You are actually the worst person ever.” Myung-gi hissed. He honestly had no idea what he was going to do with Nam-gyu, since he was pretty sure that attacking fellow seekers was against the rules. But he really wanted to just… flatten him with a giant boulder and feed him to a chihuahua or something!!
“Owchh, my feelings…” Nam-gyu tilted his head and pretended to look sad. “I’m just tired of seeing you constantly pissed, man, and this is the thanks I get?”
“You’re acting like a child right now.” Oh Thanos, please reincarnate, Myung-gi thought. So that you can take your little minion back.
“Which one of us is shoving the other around after being poked, huh? Maybe you’re the child here.” He moved his hands to jab Myung-gi’s sides again, but 333 grabbed his wrists just in time.
“I am genuinely going to beat your ass if you don’t stop.”
“Are you though?” Nam-gyu replied. “I thought you weren’t allowed to do that. Hehe.”
So that’s why Nam-gyu was… ragebaiting him, because he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences.
Myung-gi obviously wasn’t going to let this slide. He was smart! He could think of a way to make this rabid animal leave him alone. But really, what other option was there besides violence?
“Why so quiet, MG? Thinking about how you yelped like an injured puppy because of how tiiiicklish you are?”
…Sure, why not.
Myung-gi grabbed both of Nam-gyu’s wrists in one hand and dug into his side with his free hand. And the scream he got from it was priceless.
Nam-gyu immediately dissolved into frantic giggles, curling forward. “fuUHUHUHUCK!”
“This works, I guess…” Myung-gi said to himself. Based on Nam-gyu’s reactions, he was sure to chill the fuck out after this.
“WhahaAAHAT the- AhahaHEHEha- HEHELL ARE YOHOU DOIHIHING??” It was almost impossible to tell what Nam-gyu was saying as he tried to form a sentence through his laughter. He tried kicking Myung-gi, but 333 only backed up a little just in time so that 124 lost his balance and slid to the ground.
Myung-gi crouched and kept his hands firmly on Nam-gyu’s shoulders. “I can’t punch you, so this is the next best thing.”
“waitwaitwait- yohou know i was just joking, right? Come on man, w-we don’t have to do all this-“
“For the last time, stop talking!” It was so satisfying seeing how Nam-gyu immediately shut up as soon as he started tickling him again, this time targeting his stomach.
Well- he didn’t necessarily shut up, technically, since he was laughing hysterically, but at least he wasn’t talking anymore! And at this point, that was just enough for Myung-gi. His newest priority was humbling this little shit- fuck the hiders.
“You have no right to be talking about me being.. ticklish.” Myung-gi said. “Look at yourself! I’m hardly even doing anything.” He couldn’t help but grin at how red in the face Nam-gyu was.
“GeHEHet thHEe FuhuhuHUCK OHAHHAFF!” Nam-gyu kicked his legs and tried pulling at Myung-gi’s wrists as his fingers wiggled into his belly. “AHAHA FUHUHAHACK! *snrk*”
“Did you just snort?” Myung-gi was ecstatic to have witnessed such a thing from Nam-gyu, who gave up on pushing Myung-gi away to hide his face in his hands instead. He continued to kick though, twisting his body this way and that to either kick Myung-gi or dodge his hands. But Myung-gi was at the perfect angle and watched, proud of himself, as Nam-gyu pretty much melted into a flustered puddle.
“IHI’M GOHONNA KIHIHIHILL YOHOUHU!”
“We’re not allowed to attack each other here, remember?” 333 replied. He moved to Nam-gyu’s sides, scribbling up and down. 124’s laughter died down a teensy bit- he was still cackling like a supervillain, but it wasn’t as loud as it was a moment ago. Myung-gi realized he must have found Nam-gyu’s worst spot pretty much right away, then. Damn, he was on a roll today!
“You’re speaking complete gibberish, man.” Myung-gi seized the tickling for a moment. “You want me to stop?”
Nam-gyu wordlessly nodded, still giggling.
“Are you calm now?”
“yohou sound like a fuhuckin’ parent, dude.” Nam-gyu breathlessly replied. “You don’t get to tahalk to me like that-“ he launched himself forward to try, yet again, to grab Myung-gi’s sides. He was determined, damn it!
“woah- HEY!” The two toppled over, Nam-gyu on top of Myung-gi, but before Nam-gyu could even do anything, Myung-gi rolled both of them over and just like that, switched places. He quickly pinned Nam-gyu’s wrists with one hand. “What the hell is your problem?” 333 snapped. “Is it the damn pills? Fuck those drugs- you know what you need? A- a fucking chill pill!”
That was… a very goofy statement. Chill pill? Really? Myung-gi wished he thought of something better.
Nam-gyu snickered. “CornbaAAAALL-!”
Myung-gi shoved his free hand under Nam-gyu’s shirt and scribbled over his belly again.
“EEEAAAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHE!” And the crazed thrashing and kicking began again. “NAHAT THERE NOT THEHEHERE NOHOHAHAHAHA!”
“You like that? Huh? You like that, asshole?”
Okay now. Honestly. As Nam-gyu was cackling his head off, Myung-gi started to think… what the fuck was he doing? Tickling another guy? Admittedly, it was kinda fun, especially because he was getting revenge on Nam-gyu, but… people totally saw what was currently happening. And that was… embarrassing!! Especially because Myung-gi was taking this whole thing so seriously.
He slowly started to stop. Nam-gyu panted and swatted Myung-gi’s arm away as soon as he was free.
“Fihine, fine, I’l be quihihiet- god dahamn-“
Myung-gi stood up first, sheepishly looking around to see if anybody was watching. He didn’t see anyone. He looked back down at Nam-gyu.
“Ahem- this stays between us, alright?” He reached his hand out- to shake Nam-gyu’s hand? To help him up? He didn’t even know.
Nam-gyu, obviously embarrassed as well at the situation (but more justifiably so), shook Myung-gi’s hand but stood up by himself. “You look weirdly embarrassed- ahaww, what, do you wanna be tickled now? One of those uh- what’s it called- one of those moods-“
Myung-gi pushed Nam-gyu again, harder than the other times, not caring anymore if it gets him in trouble. Was this fucker ever gonna stop?
a lee!min-su, ler!se-mi and ler!gyeong-su fanfic :))
sorry if i mischaracterise im shit at things like this
TW: depictions and descriptions of anxiety and the affects of such and OOOONE tiny swear word (just ONE okay guys)
and interactive narrator-esc trope cuz im bbbbored
PS: after i write ryokos fic ill take a break from fic requests (might write my own on my own accord), but ill happily write drabbles/head cannons and give prompts for you all!! i also wanna do hc trades hehehe
ill also see if i have any more requests before taking a break from fics because im sure i might have one from a friend
SUMMARY: after the pentathlon, min-su feels a little shaky after being intimidated by nam-gyu. gyeong-su goes to comfort his new friend, and se-mi soon comes along to help
so so very sorry if it is sloppy!!! i genuinely had no ideas for this LOL (ill just make it up on the way)
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The games. The stupid games, the games where people die, the games where people can turn their back on you with a mere click. No one was safe here - no one was willing to lose themselves, so they resorted to killing others to survive. The stakes were high, the pressure was indefinitely unbearable and there was 45.6 BILLION Won over their heads.
Some people could handle this immense pressure - their own will and determination keeping them going - yet some people had certain... Supplements to help keep their heads 'clear' and their reflexes quick. It provided an unfair advantage, as always. But, life was unfair, wasn't it?
Yet, that wasn't the case for all. Some players, man or woman, had crumbled under the influence and the atmosphere of the game and their peers. One of these players were a man - a man who had the presence of a child - Park Min-Su. This man was so deeply afraid, so gravely shy, you'd think he would have died in the first game. But, no. He had prevailed - much to his favor - and had met a girl. This girl was named Se-Mi, and they had bonded quite quickly despite their opposing natures.
After The Pentathlon, Min-Su had immediately went to his stiff, rock-solid bed. The games' horrible circumstances had left him a mess, his ears ringing loudly, hands trembling and quaking.
Right. I'm dropping this formal act. Time to get into the story, yeah? Impatient people. Goddamn.
He began to grip his hair, pulling out of frustration and fear. Why was he so stupid?!Why did he call that number?! He didn't know if he could get through the next one - oh, but what would it even be? Did it involve fighting? Would he survive? Would Se-Mi survive? Surelytheyhadtofinda-
"Hey."
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..
...
Dead silence.
"Hey, uhm... Are you- Can you hear me?" A man with a soft voice spoke, looming over Min-Su. The troubled man slowly and cautiously looked up, his eyes meeting the other's. His player number read '256' and he instantly recognized him as Gyeong-Su, a superfan of that 'Thanos' dude. But.. What did he want? Surely it couldn't be anything good- Yes, he seemed nice but wHO REALLY KNEW HOW HE WAS?? HUH?? HE C- "I'm.. I'm Gyeong-Su, hah- We were teammates.. Y'know, in The Pentathlon? Are you okay? You seem quite shaken." Stop fucking interrupting me. My God.
"...I'm... Uhm- I'm fine, thanks.." Min-Su spoke timidly, watching as Gyeong-Su sat down next to him. "I'm Min-Su.." Still slightly uncomfortable, he hugged himself tighter. Yet, something about Gyeong-Su's presence felt.. Welcoming. Warm. Nice. He couldn't help but relax slightly.
"Min-Su, huh? Why are you so upset?" Gyeong-Su inquired, nudging Min-Su on the side slightly, causing him to flinch and cover himself. "Oh, sorry- Did I hurt you?" He began to gently rub the mark, earning a strained gasp from Min-Su.
"N-No- You're fine-" It takes a lot of will to keep his giggles in, but he does, yet a small smile lingers on his face. Gyeong-Su takes no notice luckily. "And.. Uh.. The games. They're.. I-I don't know how to explain-" The shy man feels tears well up in his eyes. Great.
"Hey- Hey.. It's okay. You don't have to explain if you can't- Just, uh.. Breathe in," Min-Su did so. "And breathe out." Wow. That actually.. Seemed to work? Min-Su felt himself relax, and he wiped his tears in his sleeve.
"I-I Uhuh- Thank you. As I was saying, the.. This. This is too stressful.." Gyeong-Su nodded along, understanding the man's fear. Who wouldn't? "T-There's a guy, Nam-Gyu, I think.. He was really harsh on me - I'm just a bit shaken."
"Ooh.. I get it.. You need some cheering up?" The SuperFan asked a bit awkwardly, then earned an equally awkward shrug. How would he cheer Min-Su up? I mean, yeah, he didn't know this man.. But - Oh! He was laughing earlier, but at what?
Maybe he enjoyed the rubs on his side?
Eeehh.. People don't laugh at that.
But he did.
Why?
Maybe he's just ticklish?
Yeah, yeah, that's it. And, tickling makes people happy.
That being Gyeong-Su's exact thought process, he snaked his hand around the quiet boy's side and dug in slightly, testing the waters. He couldn't help but admit to the fond smile on his face when he heard a delicate squeak come from his lee. "Ahaw- Dude, that was adorable!" He began to gently wiggle his fingers, moving his hand up and down Min-Su's side.
"Aha- Whahahat ahahare you dohoing?" Despite his confusion, he subtly leaned into Gyeong-Su. This was the first time he laughed freely in the games - heck, it had been so long since he had laughed period. I mean- Can you believe it or not?! This man has had a harsh life! Spare him some slack!
God, and you lot call yourselves miserable because no one's posted in your community tag. (first time ragebaiting plz be mad) Like, please. Grow up.
"I'm tickling you. It's working, obviously, you're leaning into me." Min-Su's face was instantly coated in a nice, red, visible hue. How embarrassing.
"Nahaha- I-I'm nohohot!" The Lee attempted to squirm away to prove a point. Gyeong-Su then moved his hands to gently squeeze at his stomach, the other starting to laugh hysterically. He was quite sensitive there - obviously, and was about to-
"Excuse me."
What in the living SHINDINGS is it with these stupid idiots interrupting me. Like, God.
"What are you doing to him, huh? Because if you are - I swear I-" Semi was cut off by Min-Su.
"Sehehe- Sehehe-Mihihi! Hehelp-" That made Se-Mi smile too, but she'd never admit it. She sat next to Gyeong-Su.
"Did you hurt him?"
"No. He seemed a bit upset, so I thought I'd cheer him up."
"Good. Here - let me help. Go for his hips."
Se-Mi began to hold Min-Su close, but the latter didn't fight her off this time around, only squirming lightly when Gyeong-Su tickled his hips. The spot wasn't all that bad - Se-Mi didn't intend for it to be. She wanted Min-Su to still breathe, yet have as much fun as they were.
"Aweee.. That's adorable. How'd you know?" The man asked, looking up at player 380. She only scoffed lightly with a small smirk.
"Lucky guess." She mused, holding player 125 tighter when she felt him kick out slightly.
"G-Guhuhuys! Guys- I'm rihihight hehehere!" The Lee whined, let was in bliss. Luckily no one else could hear or see them.
"Shh.. Just take it Min-Su. Breathe in, and breathe out."
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sorry if this is bad hehehe!! legit took me 4 hours </3 I started ts at 19:00 and it's 22:00
a lee!min-su, ler!se-mi and ler!gyeong-su fanfic :))
sorry if i mischaracterise im shit at things like this
TW: depictions and descriptions of anxiety and the affects of such and OOOONE tiny swear word (just ONE okay guys)
and interactive narrator-esc trope cuz im bbbbored
PS: after i write ryokos fic ill take a break from fic requests (might write my own on my own accord), but ill happily write drabbles/head cannons and give prompts for you all!! i also wanna do hc trades hehehe
ill also see if i have any more requests before taking a break from fics because im sure i might have one from a friend
SUMMARY: after the pentathlon, min-su feels a little shaky after being intimidated by nam-gyu. gyeong-su goes to comfort his new friend, and se-mi soon comes along to help
so so very sorry if it is sloppy!!! i genuinely had no ideas for this LOL (ill just make it up on the way)
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The games. The stupid games, the games where people die, the games where people can turn their back on you with a mere click. No one was safe here - no one was willing to lose themselves, so they resorted to killing others to survive. The stakes were high, the pressure was indefinitely unbearable and there was 45.6 BILLION Won over their heads.
Some people could handle this immense pressure - their own will and determination keeping them going - yet some people had certain... Supplements to help keep their heads 'clear' and their reflexes quick. It provided an unfair advantage, as always. But, life was unfair, wasn't it?
Yet, that wasn't the case for all. Some players, man or woman, had crumbled under the influence and the atmosphere of the game and their peers. One of these players were a man - a man who had the presence of a child - Park Min-Su. This man was so deeply afraid, so gravely shy, you'd think he would have died in the first game. But, no. He had prevailed - much to his favor - and had met a girl. This girl was named Se-Mi, and they had bonded quite quickly despite their opposing natures.
After The Pentathlon, Min-Su had immediately went to his stiff, rock-solid bed. The games' horrible circumstances had left him a mess, his ears ringing loudly, hands trembling and quaking.
Right. I'm dropping this formal act. Time to get into the story, yeah? Impatient people. Goddamn.
He began to grip his hair, pulling out of frustration and fear. Why was he so stupid?!Why did he call that number?! He didn't know if he could get through the next one - oh, but what would it even be? Did it involve fighting? Would he survive? Would Se-Mi survive? Surelytheyhadtofinda-
"Hey."
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...
Dead silence.
"Hey, uhm... Are you- Can you hear me?" A man with a soft voice spoke, looming over Min-Su. The troubled man slowly and cautiously looked up, his eyes meeting the other's. His player number read '256' and he instantly recognized him as Gyeong-Su, a superfan of that 'Thanos' dude. But.. What did he want? Surely it couldn't be anything good- Yes, he seemed nice but wHO REALLY KNEW HOW HE WAS?? HUH?? HE C- "I'm.. I'm Gyeong-Su, hah- We were teammates.. Y'know, in The Pentathlon? Are you okay? You seem quite shaken." Stop fucking interrupting me. My God.
"...I'm... Uhm- I'm fine, thanks.." Min-Su spoke timidly, watching as Gyeong-Su sat down next to him. "I'm Min-Su.." Still slightly uncomfortable, he hugged himself tighter. Yet, something about Gyeong-Su's presence felt.. Welcoming. Warm. Nice. He couldn't help but relax slightly.
"Min-Su, huh? Why are you so upset?" Gyeong-Su inquired, nudging Min-Su on the side slightly, causing him to flinch and cover himself. "Oh, sorry- Did I hurt you?" He began to gently rub the mark, earning a strained gasp from Min-Su.
"N-No- You're fine-" It takes a lot of will to keep his giggles in, but he does, yet a small smile lingers on his face. Gyeong-Su takes no notice luckily. "And.. Uh.. The games. They're.. I-I don't know how to explain-" The shy man feels tears well up in his eyes. Great.
"Hey- Hey.. It's okay. You don't have to explain if you can't- Just, uh.. Breathe in," Min-Su did so. "And breathe out." Wow. That actually.. Seemed to work? Min-Su felt himself relax, and he wiped his tears in his sleeve.
"I-I Uhuh- Thank you. As I was saying, the.. This. This is too stressful.." Gyeong-Su nodded along, understanding the man's fear. Who wouldn't? "T-There's a guy, Nam-Gyu, I think.. He was really harsh on me - I'm just a bit shaken."
"Ooh.. I get it.. You need some cheering up?" The SuperFan asked a bit awkwardly, then earned an equally awkward shrug. How would he cheer Min-Su up? I mean, yeah, he didn't know this man.. But - Oh! He was laughing earlier, but at what?
Maybe he enjoyed the rubs on his side?
Eeehh.. People don't laugh at that.
But he did.
Why?
Maybe he's just ticklish?
Yeah, yeah, that's it. And, tickling makes people happy.
That being Gyeong-Su's exact thought process, he snaked his hand around the quiet boy's side and dug in slightly, testing the waters. He couldn't help but admit to the fond smile on his face when he heard a delicate squeak come from his lee. "Ahaw- Dude, that was adorable!" He began to gently wiggle his fingers, moving his hand up and down Min-Su's side.
"Aha- Whahahat ahahare you dohoing?" Despite his confusion, he subtly leaned into Gyeong-Su. This was the first time he laughed freely in the games - heck, it had been so long since he had laughed period. I mean- Can you believe it or not?! This man has had a harsh life! Spare him some slack!
God, and you lot call yourselves miserable because no one's posted in your community tag. (first time ragebaiting plz be mad) Like, please. Grow up.
"I'm tickling you. It's working, obviously, you're leaning into me." Min-Su's face was instantly coated in a nice, red, visible hue. How embarrassing.
"Nahaha- I-I'm nohohot!" The Lee attempted to squirm away to prove a point. Gyeong-Su then moved his hands to gently squeeze at his stomach, the other starting to laugh hysterically. He was quite sensitive there - obviously, and was about to-
"Excuse me."
What in the living SHINDINGS is it with these stupid idiots interrupting me. Like, God.
"What are you doing to him, huh? Because if you are - I swear I-" Semi was cut off by Min-Su.
"Sehehe- Sehehe-Mihihi! Hehelp-" That made Se-Mi smile too, but she'd never admit it. She sat next to Gyeong-Su.
"Did you hurt him?"
"No. He seemed a bit upset, so I thought I'd cheer him up."
"Good. Here - let me help. Go for his hips."
Se-Mi began to hold Min-Su close, but the latter didn't fight her off this time around, only squirming lightly when Gyeong-Su tickled his hips. The spot wasn't all that bad - Se-Mi didn't intend for it to be. She wanted Min-Su to still breathe, yet have as much fun as they were.
"Aweee.. That's adorable. How'd you know?" The man asked, looking up at player 380. She only scoffed lightly with a small smirk.
"Lucky guess." She mused, holding player 125 tighter when she felt him kick out slightly.
"G-Guhuhuys! Guys- I'm rihihight hehehere!" The Lee whined, let was in bliss. Luckily no one else could hear or see them.
"Shh.. Just take it Min-Su. Breathe in, and breathe out."
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sorry if this is bad hehehe!! legit took me 4 hours </3 I started ts at 19:00 and it's 22:00
Sososo i know you have two fics on the way alreadyy but could I request Lee! namgyu and Ler! thanos and minsu?? Thanos telling Minsu he shouldn't let namgyu treat him like this and all that ?? Pls i love my cutie Thanos team 😞
yes!! i will do this hehehe <33 although this'll probably be the last fic for a week or so ^^
and tHANK YOUUAURJWODH for requesting this because i fucking LOVE lee!namgyu
