Cuteness Aggression

A/N: Had to fight off a wasp in my bedroom to post this but I would be DAMNED if I left it even ONE MORE GAME DAY! SO HERE IT IS! I honestly found this hard to start off, but once I got into the flow (aka the actual tickling scene) I was unstoppable. Also did you know the actor of Thanos confirms in an interview that Thanos canonically has cuteness aggression for Min-su? So as far as I'm concerned this is a deleted scene.

((This is NOT a ship, although due to the nature of the plot it does come across that way a bit- but nope, no ship intended, just Thanos having zero boundaries and being an absolute hooligan. (If you would like to interpret it as a ship then I won't stop you).))

Summary: Thanos gets cuteness aggression for Min-su. That's it, that's the post.

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If there was one thing Park Min-su could be described as, it was ‘cute’. 

To his friends? ‘Cute’. 

To his acquaintances? ‘Cute’.

To his family? ‘Cute’ (well, obviously).

But if there was one person who was absolutely, unabashedly, unashamedly upfront about this? It was Thanos. 

He was always a heart on his sleeve kind of guy- an over the top, expressive character. Larger than life and comically exaggerated in everything he did, as if he’d jumped straight out from a fucked-up abandoned sitcom…but as obnoxious as he could be, this wasn’t always a bad thing- everybody knew where they stood with Thanos.

 Nobody ever asked themselves, ‘I wonder if he likes me?’, as his opinion would be made abundantly clear within minutes of interacting with him. 

So when he first met Min-su with his usual ‘Welcome to the Thanos world, my brother!’ and then a ‘You’re cute’, the mood was set. If nothing else, Thanos thought Min-su was…cute.

Honestly, since then, Thanos hadn’t put much more thought into it. It was a comment made in passing and besides- he had more pressing matters on his mind, such as ‘How many more pills do I have left?’, ‘where’s Nam-su?’ and ‘would I rather fight 100 Gorilla-sized MG coins, or 100 MG coin-sized gorillas?’. 

No, it wasn’t until he looked at Min-su after the voting podium had been rolled out- really looked at him- it hit fully. The man wasn’t just cute; he was adorable. Something about his big, worrisome eyes darting around like he thought the walls would eat him up, his twitchy demeanour every time anyone addressed him, the way he spoke like even he wasn’t sure what he was saying as he was saying it? It was endearing, in the way that some kind of pitiful puppy was endearing.

Thanos watched as Min-su stood from his spot on the steps (‘The Thanos Corner’ as the ex-rapper had officially dubbed it), looked around anxiously as if he actually had anywhere to be, and then sat right back down again, knees drawn to his chest. He stared at the floor, eyes flicking upwards to the centre of the dorm every now and then like he thought it would crawl up and bite him. 

Maybe it was the influence of his pills, or his boredom, or a mixture of both- but Thanos decided this was prime one-on-one time.

‘Min-su! My boy!’ He called, chin jutted out in his usual arrogant demeanour. Min-su jolted like he’d been struck by lightning and snapped his head toward Thanos, who was now approaching him with a cocky gait. He sat himself down beside the younger man, personal space out the window as he flung a confident arm around his teammate.

The rest of the team didn’t pay much attention- they were used to Thanos getting himself up in their business. Se-mi and Gyeong-su were talking amongst themselves on a nearby bunk and Nam-gyu was picking at his nails, watching the other players around the dorm. 

Min-su stayed quiet and Thanos, arm still tightly round his shoulders, gave him a little shake.

‘Why are you always so quiet, boy?’ he questioned, furrowing his brow- he leant in closer with a ‘I bet you got some real cool shit bouncing round that skull o’yours- you should share, huh?’

Min-su shuffled uncomfortably, utterly unused to such a loud personality like Thanos. 

‘I, uhh…I just don’t really have anything to say’ he muttered, not meeting the rapper’s gaze (which was difficult seeing as Thanos’ face was practically pressed right up to his). 

Thanos watched him for another few seconds. He didn’t like when people were so…silent, unless it was from being too starstruck by his obvious greatness to form words. He knew that wasn’t the case with Min-su, though- no, he was certain the man didn’t actually even know who he was outside the games. He was just…shy.

‘Min-su. Talk to me. Say something’

Min-su cast a nervous side-glance toward the older man. ‘I-I just did…’

Thanos squeezed him tighter, not to hurt or even intimidate, just…to try and get something from him. Anything. His other hand came to Min-su’s side, prodding once, twice. ‘What is it? Anxious? Some kind of…condition?’

‘I just don’t have anything to s-EEP!’

Thanos must’ve squeezed a bit too tight when Min-su squeaked. Literally squeaked. The purple-haired man slackened his grip just a little and jolted as if he were the one being squeezed by an over-bearing druggie. 

‘The fuck was that, boy? That- that couldn’t have hurt, right?’ He tried to hide the disbelieving half-smile on his face, feeling a mixture of amusement and genuine concern that he might’ve hurt the poor boy. He really was soft.

Min-su raised his hands and forced a small smile on his face- ever the people pleaser, he strived to make others comfortable even if every bone in his body was telling him to ‘run’. 

‘Ah- no no, you didn’t hurt me, you just…’ He went bright red, mouth moving like he was trying to say something before ultimately abandoning that sentence completely with a hasty,  ‘Uh- yeah, I’m f-fine’.

Thanos’ eyebrows raised slowly and a smirk crept onto his face. ‘I just what, Min-su?’

It was now, whilst Min-su was shuffling awkwardly and somehow going even redder, that Thanos felt something…strange, in his chest. Not anything romantic, no, not at all. But something. It wasn’t exactly an unpleasant something, so he found no reason to not act further on it. He was still Thanos, after all- self-serving, easily bored Thanos. 

‘Really, it’s nothing’

‘You’ve gone all red, man. You want me to back off?’ he still had that shit-eating grin all over his face, not trying a single ounce to hide how funny he was finding this. 

Min-su, truthfully, did want Thanos to back off- not because he was uncomfortable with the physical contact (Thanos was very touchy with everyone, so he knew his intentions weren’t shady); it was moreso the attention that bothered him - but the poor boy was too flustered to say anything. Thanos had never once been ‘mean’ to him, never hurt or belittled him, but it was obvious he thought Min-su’s passive nature meant he could use him as entertainment, for his own personal gain, trying to influence him this way and that. 

Another poke, another squeak, another ‘You got something to tell me?’.

The more Min-su thought about it, the more he felt frustrated. Here Thanos was, all cuddled up next to him like they were buddies catching up at a bar, acting absolutely oblivious to his own obnoxiousness. 

 Just because he was softer and not as selfish as most of the other players in this shithole didn’t justify him being pushed around and treated like…like some kind of pet! No, for once in his life he was going to say something. Assert himself. 

‘You’re…a bit close. Could you, um…ease up?’ 

He made sure to try and straighten himself up and look Thanos in the eye- the way his mother had told him to when he was just a kid, pushed around by the older students. It never really helped, but he wasn’t a kid anymore- he was an adult, talking to another adult. He tried his best to look as serious as possible despite the anxiety blooming in his chest- he was a grown man! He could do this!

Thanos however, felt that strange tight feeling straight-up amplify. The way Min-su was looking at him, trying his best to be assertive, face cherry red and trying his absolute hardest to keep up eye contact- oh. He realised what this feeling was-

Cuteness aggression.

He wasn’t the type to feel it often- his lifestyle didn’t exactly allow it; but Min-su was already objectively cute, and paired with this pathetic attempt at standing up for himself? It was like watching a kitten bat away an annoying fly.

He grinned wildly, all teeth, and poked Min-su in his side a few more times, faster now. The anxious man yelped and shot a hand out to grab at Thanos’ wrist, grip shaky; and just the slightest curve of a smile at the corners of his lips.

 Thanos wasn’t stupid- he knew exactly what was going on.

His little boy Min-su was ticklish. And oh no…the cuteness aggression was coiling even tighter.

‘Min-su, man- was that a smile?’

Min-su tried to shrug the rapper’s arm off from his shoulders, terrified of where this was going, the look in Thanos’ eye making his hair stand on end. 

‘No- don’t’

‘Don’t what?’

He felt a hand hook around his waist, not even doing anything yet, but Min-su was squirming so much he was practically tickling himself on Thanos’ fingers. The nervous anticipatory giggles bubbled up whether he wanted them to or not- he couldn’t stand up, couldn’t pull away, couldn’t escape. He just had to sit and wait for Thanos to get it over with. 

As soon as those first anxious giggles escaped? Thanos’ self control dissolved. He was utterly overcome by the urge to just…just get him. 

‘Ohhh, you little- c’mere’

Min-su’s environment turned on its head as he was bodily repositioned…right into Thanos’ lap. His heart literally stopped at the sudden contact, back to Thanos’ chest. He flailed and yelped with a startled ‘Hey!’, trying to push himself up- but Thanos was suddenly squeezing at his sides like they owed him money, and it tickled so bad he fell right back into his warm lap-prison.

Thanos was squeezing all the way to the bottom of his ribcage, making sure to grind his fingers just a bit harder under those floating ribs, and then back down to his hips. Over. And over. And over.

Min-su had never felt anything like it- it’s not like he, as a grown man in horrible debt, was tickled often. Especially by someone who was weirdly so good at tickling, like Thanos infuriatingly was. He wasn’t just poking at random like an annoying sibling, his fingers were calculated and precise; It was completely debilitating and within seconds he was boneless, thrashing with no coordination. Thanos was grinning down at him like a madman, his eyes huge and wild like he’d just discovered the lost city of Atlantis.

‘Ohhh Min-su, Min-su, Min-su! Who let you be like this huh?’ 

The only reply was frantic, overwhelming cackling. Min-su was overheating with embarrassment- the position in itself was bad enough, let alone the excruciating tickling sensation sparking down the entire length of his sides again and again. He could feel Thanos’ warmth pressing down his back, his fucking heartbeat against his spine- and what’s worse, the pill popper didn’t even seem to give a shit. It was like cradling a grown man he’s known for a mere couple of days was just natural to him, something he did on the daily. Fuck, it probably was.

‘STOHOHOP! STOHOHOhoHOP IHIHihihiHIT!!’ He didn’t even care how loud he was being, how his laughter attracted the attention of other plays and- god- Nam-gyu, who if he could see properly would know he was stifling a laugh into his sleeve. It tickled too bad to even attempt any control of his reactions.

Meanwhile, Thanos was absolutely beside himself; laughing with Min-su, shifting every now and then when the shorter man got too close to falling out of his lap with how desperate his flailing was. ‘Wriggly little thing, aren’t ya?’

Min-su’s head was thrown back onto Thanos’ chest, desperate hands grappling the purple-haired man’s wrists, and Thanos could see everything. The crinkle of his eyes, the scrunching of his nose, the outline of his cheeks as he laughed himself into oblivion. And god, his laughter was so…bright. It was such a refreshing sound from the usual ‘please don’t kill me!’ and ‘I want to go home!’ from the other players. But most of all? It was utterly adorable.

The urge to keep going was overwhelming. The sheer need to continue to hear that laughter, to force those smiley expressions- well, Thanos wasn’t exactly known for his self control. 

‘My little boy Min-su~’ he cooed, fingers never stopping. ‘Who allowed you to be this cute, huh? Like…a tiny little thing?’

Min-su practically short-circuited, arching in Thanos’ lap, trying to escape. The older man’s words cut through the hysterics, and he gave up trying to push his hands away and instead tried to curl up, desperate to hide how flustered he was.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHA! I-IHIHHIH’IHIM-!’

‘Lookit you curlin’ up! What are you, a pill bug? Nah, nah- c’mon, show me that face!’

‘WH-WHAHAHAT ARE- AGH!’

He involuntarily snapped flat again (well, as flat as he could be whilst reclined on Thanos’ chest) and arched once more as Thanos fucking giggled out a ‘There he is!’ and squeezed just a bit deeper into his waist. Up and down, up and down. Not hard enough to hurt, no, but hard enough that Min-su swore he was going to lose his mind.

The poor man tried his best to get a sentence together, anything that could verbalise just how bizarre he was finding this entire situation, but fuck- Thanos’ hands were relentless. He could hardly think straight, never mind form actual words.

Thanos moved his hands from squeezing Min-su’s waist to vibrating between his ribs.

‘How many a’these have you got, hm?’ He cocked his head to the side, feigning genuine intrigue. ‘Let’s see…one, two, three…’ He counted mockingly slowly, digging his fingers into the gap below each rib with every number, ‘marking’ out each bone. 

 The poor man screeched and he instinctively slapped frantically at any part of Thanos he could reach- wrists, thighs, even bringing an arm up to try and push backwards at his shoulder or chin. 

The druggie exaggerated annoyance with a ‘You messed up my count, boy! Guess I gotta start over. One…two…thre- wait, was that three? Shit, think I counted twice there- hold still. One…two…’

He spoke so casually but the smirk in his voice was absolutely undeniable. He cast a glance sideways at Nam-gyu, who was holding back laughter as he said ‘Yeah man, you definitely missed one’.  Thanos sighed theatrically as if this was a chore. ‘You’re right, Nam-su’

‘Nam-gyu’

‘You’re right, Nam-gyu. Squirmy lil thing probably doesn’t even know himself. I better help, huh?’

‘TWELVE! IHIHIT’S TWEHEHEHELVE!!’

More shrieking laughter. Another child-like giggle from Thanos. ‘I dunno, man’ he mused, fingers never stopping, ‘You might be one of them weird anomalies. Better check’

‘NAHAHAHAHAAHA! AHAHEHEHE-hic-AHAHahahaAHAHA!’

‘Did you just hiccup??’ The tickler barked out a laugh, genuinely thrilled.

Ohhh, he was suffering. Not Min-su (at least, not for the same reason) but Thanos. The urge to squish and squeeze was growing exponentially with how stupidly reactive Min-su was being. The sight of him all scrunch-nosed and trying to fight back?? Fucking hiccupping with laughter?? It was hilariously adorable. He didn’t know what to do with this feeling except manifest it into even more ruthless tickling. 

Another bout of desperate, nonsensical slaps. Another cooing taunt from Thanos.

‘Slap slap slap~!’ He teased with a giddy smile, tilting his head just slightly to avoid a wild hand flying. ‘Min-su! You’re trying to hit me, boy? With those little weak-ass baby fists?’ 

‘I-IHIHI CAHAHAN’T HEhehehe-HELP IHIHIT!’

‘Ohhh, that’s so brave! Fightin’ back like some kinda big man! Go on, try again. Just one more of them cute little slappy-slaps. Maybe it’ll stop me this time’

‘PLEAHAHAHAHahahaAHASE!! NOHOHOHO!’ 

Min-su grabbed hold of player 230’s fingers so hard his knuckles turned white. He wasn’t exactly the strongest guy around to begin with, and paired with laughing himself to pieces? Oh, poor guy…there was absolutely, 100% NO hope for him. 

‘Oh my god, Min-su, are you holding my hand right now bro?’ Thanos’ teasing was relentless, completely for his own gain just to see Min-su lose his shit even harder. The more flustered he was, the cuter he became- and that was a dangerous cycle.

Nam-gyu was now fully facing the two men, utterly enthralled by this insane display, a cruel grin never leaving his face.

‘Dude, dude- get his stomach. He looks like he’s suuuuper ticklish there’

Thanos snorted and muttered, more to himself, ‘Boy’s super ticklish everywhere’, but he complied with the request (mainly for himself, because this was too good an opportunity to pass up) and brought both hands down to the centre of Min-su’s stomach and started squeezing. ‘Holy shit man, you’re like, so soft’

‘NOHOHO MOHOHORE!! THAHAHANOS!!’

‘Nah nah, I gotta study this’ Teased the pill popper, squishing all five fingers of one hand under Min-su’s navel and the other using two fingers to shake rapidly into the side of his stomach, stimulating the sensitive muscle underneath. ‘What, you filled with cotton or somethin’?’

‘AIIEEE!! NOOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! ANYWHEREHEHEEHE!’

‘Yes there! This is the spot, huh? Right here? Or here?’

‘GEHEHEHET OHOHOFF!!’

Thanos reached his limit when Min-su, in some pitiful act of desperation to hide his stomach, kicked and writhed so hard he managed to twist himself onto his front. It worked! Thanos couldn’t get to his belly anymore! 

But he could get right back to his ribs.

And now…now he was laughing into Thanos’ chest. It was like some fucked up parody of a hug. 

A tickly, mind-boggling hug.

He was curled into Thanos’ fucking chest, arms folded into his own, head tucked under Thanos’ chin, still giggling like an idiot.

Thanos was ECSTATIC, laughing delightedly, squeezing into the backs of his ribcage. ‘Awhh, Min-su! If you wanted to get all cuddled up with your Hyung you could’a just asked!’

‘Dude, he’s like, burrowing into you. That’s so fucking ridiculous’

‘is fucking cute is what it is’

Min-su was suddenly glad his face was hidden, mortification spiralling even harder. He didn’t have much time to think about this though, as Thanos’ hands suddenly shot up to under his arms, forcing his fingers into the tight barrier of Player 125’s folded limbs, scratching and drilling.

Min-su shrieked with laughter, the sound muffled into Thanos’ player tracksuit. The more he squirmed the harder he involuntarily pushed himself into the older man. 

He was just glad Thanos didn’t seem to mind, because…honestly? The contact wasn’t awful. Sure, it was embarrassing as hell, but anything he did seemed embarrassing to him. He could stutter at a drive-through and would be kept awake all night replaying it in his head. He was just a naturally anxious personality, prone to overthinking, so of course this was embarrassing for him. And despite how mind-melting and overstimulating the tickling was…for once, he wasn’t worried about debt. He wasn’t having palpitations over surviving some twisted death game, or looking over his shoulder at the next threat. 

In the warmth of Thanos’…well, Thanos, he was safe. His ribs may not have been, but he wasn’t in any real immediate danger. Nobody here was going to go out of their way to fuck with Thanos, having seen how unhinged and impulsive him and Nam-gyu could be when working together. He was being tickled into oblivion but he was safe; and with how weirdly adoring Thanos was being? If even for more dubious reasons? It was the most positive attention he’d had in a while. Even if he was crying with laughter into it. 

‘Gettin’ your tears all over me, man’ Thanos said in a sudden soft tone, letting his cheek rest on the top of Min-su’s head in an almost tender fashion- at least it would’ve been if he wasn’t putting on a fake pout and glancing directly toward Nam-gyu. 

‘He’s just too ticklish for his own good, man. Poor lil Min-su’ he sighed with faux-pity, earning a mean -snrk-from Player 124.

‘StaHAHah-hic-ahAAaap…!’ Came a weak giggle from below him. Min-su didn’t even really have the energy to squirm anymore, instead resigning himself to his fate and burying his head closer into the warmth of Thanos’ jacket.

The older snaked one arm free and hooked it around Player 125’s shoulders, leaning back against a bunk railing behind them and bringing the younger man with him. His other hand was still vibrating into one of Min-su’s armpits, eliciting all manners of squeaks and exhausted laughter. 

‘Runnin’ out of steam, my boy?’ Enquired Player 230, chuckling when Min-su gave another giggly squeak and nodded his head in one tiny motion. The cuteness aggression hadn’t ebbed one bit, but regardless he eased up the tickling just slightly- not because he felt bad, but because it wouldn’t be fun if the hysterical creature bundled up in his arms actually like, passed out. Or started crying for real. 

‘What’s the magic woooord~?’

Another muffled squeal that could’ve been Korean, could’ve been English, could’ve been fucking French for all Thanos knew.

‘Ehehe- Nah boy, that wasn’t it. Try again’

He was hardly even tickling him anymore, just lightly running his nails down Min-su’s side under his shirt, pulling out half-giggles, half-whimpers. He looked down at the fluffy hair under his chin, bowed his head slightly and nosed gently at Min-su’s temple. It was weirdly affectionate, a whiplash in tone from the playful bullying just seconds ago. 

‘C’mon, my boy…you can do it. Just one lil word~’

Min-su shakily un-fused his face from Thanos’ sternum so that his speech was eligible, turning his head slightly to the side and fighting the urge to hide in Thanos’ shoulder. His side twitched with another pass of the ex-rapper’s painted nails and he knew he was done.

‘Pleahahase!’

The fluttery feelings on his oblique stopped- but the hand still across his back didn’t move. It lay warm and heavy across him, and then- another weight crossing over his shoulders. Thanos had moved his other arm so that he was literally cuddling him for real now, holding him in place against him.

‘There you go. You did so good my boy! All over now…deep breaths’

 He hummed contentedly and slowly swayed them both a few times, as if trying to soothe the smaller man. Min-su didn’t have the energy to care if it was mocking or not because truthfully, after laughing until his sides hurt, it was actually super calming. 

But Min-su being Min-su could only handle the warped affection for so long, and now that there was no tickling to distract him, a familiar embarrassment coiled back into his bones. His arms, still trapped between him and Thanos, started to unfold as he attempted to make space.

But-

‘Oof!’ 

The arms across his back squeezed tight, and Min-su found himself smooshed right back into the purple-haired man. The hold was more purposeful now, and Min-su prayed Thanos couldn’t feel how fast his heart was going from how strange this all was. Not unpleasant, just…strange.

‘You’re not done being cute yet, Min-su-ahh! You’re staying right here’

The older man rocked once more, left to right and back again, giving a playful nuzzle into Min-su’s hair. 

‘Um…you- you don’t have to do this…’

‘I’m not doing anything, man. We’re just havin’ a relax, yeah? That was a lot for you’ 

Nam-gyu rolled his eyes with a snarky ‘You’re so weird, dude’.

In true Nam-gyu fashion, he was disappointed the torment hadn’t lasted longer, but he didn’t make any movement to antagonise further. Whatever odd shit Thanos got up to between games was his business, even if it was with that wimpy 124 dork.

Min-su, meanwhile, felt himself relax ever so slightly. Thanos was a chaotic, exaggerated individual and he only did things he genuinely wanted to do; so surely, whatever the older man’s motives were right now, he actually did want to be so close to him? If it was just about tormenting him, surely Thanos would’ve pushed him off minutes ago?

He sighed and forced his muscles to untense. After the ruthless tickling, on top of the stress and sleep-deprivation of being in the games, he was just…tired. So, incredibly tired. And Thanos was so warm, his heartbeat rhythmic against his ear, and he was still swaying them both gently- occasionally giving him a little pat against the shoulder blades. He even started humming one of his old songs (because of course he would), the deep vibrations reverberating in his chest and throat, and oh no…to someone as wrecked as Min-su, that was deadly. 

‘Mmnnh…I think I wanna go to my bed and sleep…’ His voice was hardly audible, thick with sleepiness and just a bit hoarse from laughing so hard. 

‘You’re sleeping here’

It was so final that Min-su didn’t even bother arguing. He didn’t really want to go back to his cold lonely bunk anyway- not that he’d ever admit it.

‘...You're sure this is okay?’

'Min-su, I will tickle you into unconsciousness if you don't close those big stupid eyes'

He made a sleepy huffing noise that Thanos practically melted at. If it meant staying safe, even just for the time being, this was…okay. Slender fingers scratched gently at the nape of his neck and his eyes fluttered shut, content and surrounded by one protective lunatic.

The last thing he heard before he slipped under was Thanos’ voice muffled into his hair. 

‘Sweet dreams, my boy’

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Epic Tickle HCs!

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Alucard rounded the corner and saw the kitchen doorway at the end of the hall, just as Trevor slid into the doorway.

"Wow, all this just for me?"

Sypha gasped and spun around, "You? GET OUT!"

"Now now, is that any way to talk to the birthday boy? Hey!" he yelped as she tossed a pinch of flour in his face, rubbing his eyes as he backed up against the counter.

"Shoo!" she ignored his protest, pointing at the door, swearing under her breath as he dipped away from her reach, towards a half frosted cake. "ALUCARD, YOU HAD ONE JOB!" she screamed, not knowing where their friend was, only knowing he failed miserably.

"I'm right here, you don't need to shout," he said as he sauntered into the room.

"Get him out of here!" she demanded, shoving at Trevor's chest futilely. He didn't even budge and reached around her, swiping a finger down the middle of the cake to get as much icing as possible. She watched in horror as he licked it off, sticking his finger in his mouth just to pull it back out with a loud pop.

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