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Tickle Fight!

[olivia's note: hi gang!!! apologies for this story taking so long to go up, but this is a submission from anne onymous in honor of patton's most recent birthday! anne, you're amazing!]

Roman and Patton had many things in common but one of their favourites was their love for tickling. Roman enjoyed coming up with new methods, teases and games, as well as pushing his endurance and testing his strength while Patton loved making others laugh and playing with his friends. It was the perfect activity for both of them. Which is why Roman wanted to do something fun with Patton today, practically skipping down the hall to his door before knocking rhythmically. "Oh Pattoooon!" Roman called out in a sing-song voice, grinning as the moral Side opened the door. "Hi Roman, what's up?" Patton greeted. "Follow me, Padre. I have a fun surprise planned for us." Roman said extending his hand out to his friend. "Yay! I love surprises!" Patton exclaimed before holding the prince's hand and following Roman to his room. As Roman closed and locked the door behind them, Patton took in his surroundings. Roman's room had a tendency to shapeshift into many things, usually forests and other fantastical layouts but this truly stood out from past creations. It appeared he and Roman had walked into some kind of wrestling ring and the walls outside of it appeared to be covered in soundproof padding. 

"Conjoured up this room especially for us so we could have a little playtime. Wanna have a tickle fight?" Roman asked as if he needed an answer, Patton was already bouncing with giddiness at the revelation of what they were doing. "I'd love to! What are the rules?" Patton squealed in excitement. Roman paused. He didn't think this through, he'd better come up with something on the spot. "After a countdown from three, we're free to tickle each other until someone taps out or yells the safeword. You can call for a time-out or break at any time, and I did a little trick with the door so the amount of time that passes in here doesn't pass out there, so we won't be interrupted." Roman said. "Sounds fun! What's the safeword?" Patton asked. "I thought I'd let you do the honours." Roman replied. Patton took a few minutes to think of a word they could both easily remember before ultimately settling on "Thomas". To make things easier, Roman decided to change into something that would make his tickle spots more accessible. He chose a white tank top with some red shorts and removed his socks. Patton went with something similar, a light blue tank top and grey shorts with no socks. After some debate, he allowed Roman to take his glasses and put them somewhere safe so they wouldn't get broken during their game. "Alright, three...two...one...go!" Roman exclaimed. 

The two circled the ring, not breaking eye contact as each Side waited for the other to strike. Finally, Roman hug-tackled Patton from behind, bringing them both to the floor and scribbled at his tummy. "Cootchie cootchie coo, cutie-pie!" Roman teased as Patton giggled and squirmed in his embrace. "Rohohohoman, you're cheheheheating! Hahahahaha!" Patton protested. "Me?! Cheat?! How dare you insult my honour like that! Accusing me of such a thing, what could possibly lead you to believe something like that?" Roman queried in a mock-insulted tone. "You're beheheheing too teheheheasy!" Patton giggled. "Last I checked, teasing isn't against the rules." Roman remarked. Patton took advantage of Roman's lack of focus and flipped them over, now straddling Roman's hips and scratching at his armpits. "So I can do THIS?! Tickle tickle tickle, my little white knight! Who's a ticklish little princey? Ah kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton cooed. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO WOHOHORST SPOHOHOTS FIHIHIRST!!! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!!!" Roman bellowed as his arms came crashing down to protect his pits. "Well, how can I move? My hands are stuck." Patton taunted. "THAHAHAT'S IT!!!" Roman yelled, grabbing Patton's hands and pinning them down to the floor, right above his head. Smirking down at the moral Side, he started tasing his hips one at a time, making Patton wiggle like a worm. 

"NAHAHAHAHA!!! ROHOHOHOMAN, I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!!" Patton cackled. "A simple "sorry" won't cut it, Specs. That's twice you've insulted my honour, I think a certain Side needs to be taught some manners." Roman said, making Patton blush. If there was one thing that flustered him more than tickles, it was tickles mixed with the idea he'd been naughty. "IHIHI'M A NIHIHICE PEHEHERSOHOHON!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Patton guffawed. "Tsk tsk, I don't think so, Patton. I think you've been a very naughty little Side and need a tickly time out." Roman taunted. "I AHAHAM GOHOHOHOOD, I SWEHEHEHEAR!!!" Patton bellowed. "And now you're swearing? Jiminy Cricket, the audacity–oh, you mean swear as in promise. Ok, Patton, pop quiz. What are the magic words?" Roman queried, taking it down a notch so Patton could talk easier. "Plehehease and thahahank you!" Patton answered through his chuckles. "That's right! And is there perhaps a bonus third option you'd like to share?" Roman asked. "Yohohou're wehehelcohohome!" Patton giggled. "Well done! Such a good little Side you are! And speaking of sides..." Roman trailed off before squeezing Patton's sides, causing him to squeal and kick. Thankfully, with both of Roman's hands tickling his sides, Patton's hands were free to tickle the prince back at the same spot. The two rolled around on the floor as they each fought for the upper hand. 

"You cahahahan't dohoho this fohohoreveheher!" Roman sassed through his laughter. "Dohohon't need tohohoho! I juhuhust gotta wahahait untihihil you're tihihihired!" Patton chuckled. Although the truth was, he was getting tired, but he wasn't gonna give up that easily. In a desperate attempt to win, he managed to rip off Roman's tank top and started poking all over his upper body. Just as he hoped, Roman's arms retracted and resorted to trying to cover himself. "Pahahahatton, nohoho plahahaying dihihihirty! Hahahahaha!" Roman squealed. Patton laughed along with his creative companion, completely unaware of what was coming. If Patton thought he could play dirty with Roman to defeat him, he clearly has no idea what having Remus for a brother is like. Trying his hardest to concentrate, Roman quickly lifted Patton's shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, catching Patton off guard and causing him to come tumbling down as he squealed in surprise. This gave Roman a chance to straddle him and pin his wrists with one hand while the other slowly slid Patton's tank top off, the moral Side squirming and trembling as he did so. "Did you really think a little stunt like that would go unpunished?" Roman queried. "My bad?" Patton said, at a loss for words but not wanting to seem like he was ignoring Roman. "Things are certainly about to get bad for you." Roman remarked before blowing another raspberry on Patton's belly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH JEHEHEHEHEEZ!" Patton cackled. "Aww, does little Patty-cakes like the raspberries on his tummy-wummy? Does he want more belly raspberries? Ooh, or should I say "raspbellies"?" Roman taunted, smirking at his own wordplay. "Yehehehes, he dohohohoes!" Patton giggled. Unsure which part he was saying "yes" to, Roman simply kept going. As much as Patton loved raspberries on one of his favourite tickle spots, this tickle fight was becoming very one-sided. Time to get payback. Next time Roman got back up for air, Patton blew a raspberry into the first tickle spot his mouth could reach: his ribs. Roman came toppling down with laughter at the surprise contact and accepted the rightful revenge as Patton covered his ribs top to bottom in a mixture of little and long raspberries. It was pretty fun, until he needed air. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! TIHIMEOHOHOHOUT!" Roman bellowed. Patton stopped immediately. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeah...just need a breather. I'll be good to go...in a few minutes." Roman panted. The two rested on the floor and stared up at the ceiling as they took a well-needed break. Roman even transfigured the ceiling into a summery sky so they could cloudgaze as they relaxed. It was calm and peaceful. For now. 

Unbeknownst to each of the two, both Sides had the same plan. As soon as the other was looking a little too relaxed, time to go for the feet. Patton let out a sigh when Roman decided to strike. He was practically lying next to him, upside down from Roman's perspective, making it easy to grab his ankles and go to town. "Hehehehehey! I wahahas gonna tihihickle yohohohou!" Patton whined through his giggles. "Well, what's stopping you?" Roman asked. At these words, Patton grabbed Roman's feet and scribbled up the soles. "Hahahahaha! Nohohow ihihit's a reheheal tickle fihihight!" Roman chuckled. The prince and the father figure laughed as they continued their tickly torment until Patton gave in and let go of Roman's ankles when Roman went for his toes. It wasn't his worst spot, but it was a close second. Through his hyper giggles, he swore he could hear Roman doing "This Little Piggy" much to his excitement. It was one of his favourite tickle games, right up there with "Round The Garden" and "Arms Up". But as Roman's hands went "wee wee wee all the way home", Patton found himself grabbing his hands as they got a little too close to his thighs. Roman was alarmed by Patton's tight grip on his wrists. It didn't hurt or anything, but it was a very firm grasp. He looked up and noticed Patton's face looked...scared? 

"I...I don't like having my thighs touched. I didn't have something bad happen to me or anything, it's nothing like that! I just really don't like anyone touching me there. It makes me uncomfortable. Could you not tickle me there? Please?" Patton explained. Filling with guilt at this revelation, Roman moved his hands away. "I'm sorry, Patton. Guess we should've discussed boundaries before we started any of this. Is there anywhere else I should avoid?" Roman inquired. Patton bit his lip and sat up as he thought to himself. "No, it's just my thighs. What about you?" Patton asked. Roman thought for a minute and was about to say that he couldn't think of any uncomfortable spots until he remembered something. "Even though it still makes me laugh, I hate having my bellybutton tickled, it hurts." Roman admitted. "Good to know. I'll stay away from there from now on. No more games of "Round The Garden" for you." Patton promised. "Speaking of which..." Roman said before tackling Patton down and straddling his hips, tracing around his bellybutton with his finger. "Round and round the garden, goes the teddy bear..." Roman sang, smirking at Patton who was squirming and giggling in anticipation. "One step, two steps..." Roman continued as he walked his fingers closer. "I tickle you under there!" Roman exclaimed, gently wiggling his finger in the navel.

"Hahahahahahaha! It's sohohoho tihihickly! Hahahahaha!" Patton squealed. "I should certainly hope so, that's the point...er." Roman remarked, pulling his finger out. "Get it? Because I'm using my pointer finger?" Roman added, wiggling the finger for emphasis. Patton giggled at the wordplay before bursting into hearty laughter again as Roman continued to drive him mad with just one digit. "Hahahahaha! Rohohohoman, stohohohohop!" Patton squeaked. As soon as he heard "stop", Roman removed his finger again. "Everything alright?" Roman inquired. "Yeah. But can we take another break please?" Patton asked. "Sure. And this time, no more sneaky tricks." Roman said. "Deal." Patton agreed. The two once again looked up at the makeshift sky as they settled from the excitement of their little game. They managed to spot the shapes of a dragon, a unicorn, a heart, an alligator, a heffalump and crashing waves in the clouds before Roman spoke up. "Wanna make things a little more fun?" Roman asked. "How?" Patton inquired. With a click of his fingers, Roman showed him exactly what he meant. In front of them was two hairbrushes, a bottle of baby oil, two electric toothbrushes, a pile of all kinds of feathers in different sizes and colours, and two featherdusters. 

"Ooh, are you sure, Roman?" Patton asked. Of course he was excited, but he was also feeling nervous at the sight of all those tickle tools. "Sure, why not? And you still remember the safeword, right?" Roman checked. Patton nodded. He debated in his head if he truly wanted this or not. It could be pretty intense, but maybe he'll enjoy it. "I guess we can try it. And we can stop at any time, right?" Patton checked. "Of course we can. Don't worry, it'll be fun. I promise." Roman reassured. "Ok then. But maybe we should take turns to do this." Patton suggested. "Yeah, I suppose if we did it at the same time like before, we might break something. So who's going first?" Roman queried. "Well, it was your idea." Patton pointed out. "So am I first at the tickling or being tickled?" Roman asked. Patton didn't answer. This wasn't as easy as they thought it would be. "I know, we'll "Rock Paper Scissors" for it. Whoever loses gets tickled and the winner is the tickler." Patton said. "Sounds fair to me." Roman agreed. They decided to do best of three. Round 1: Roman won. Round 2: Patton won. Round 3: Tie. Bonus round: Roman won. "Huzzah! Looks like it's tickle time for you, dear Patton." Roman teased. Patton looked away sheepishly and laid down, nervous giggles threatening to escape his anxious grin. 

"So, how do we know when it's the other person's turn?" Patton asked. "I guess when the person being tickled says "Thomas" or something like "stop" I suppose." Roman replied, observing the tools and wondering which one to use first. He thought a warm up would be best since he didn't want to actually torture Patton, it was just a game after all. "Let's start off easy, build our way up." Roman said, plucking a long red feather from the assortment of tools. Patton nodded in agreement, relaxed slightly knowing they were being gentle first. His sigh of relief was interrupted by light giggles when he felt Roman flutter the feather around his ears and under his chin. "Does this tickle?" Roman cooed. Patton nodded, afraid that talking would make his giggles stop. "How adorable." Roman gushed, focusing the feather around Patton's neck. It was definitely ticklish, but not as ticklish as Patton hoped. He couldn't help but let out a whine when Roman stopped. "It's ok, I'm not finished yet." Roman assured. He straddled Patton's calves and pulled back his toes, flickering the feather under the digits. No longer just tittering from the tickles, unstoppable giggles erupted uncontrollably from Patton as his toes were attacked.

"Hahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles!" Patton squealed. "Aww, does Patton like the tickly-tickles on his tootsies?" Roman teased. "Yehehehes, I lohohohove ihihit! Keep gohohohoing!" Patton giggled. How could Roman say no to that? As he explored the ticklishness of Patton's toes, he found some interesting reactions. It seemed his big toe was the least ticklish although still very sensitive, his pinky toe made him jump and sawing the feather between the wiggly digits made his laugh go squeaky to the point Roman fell off Patton's legs with laughter. "Oh my gohohod, you sounded like a bahahaby!" Roman laughed. "I sounded like a cute baby!" Patton said matter-of-factly. Roman rolled his eyes at his friend's unintentional sass. "So, wanna keep going?" Roman asked. "Hmm, nah, I think it's my turn now." Patton decided. Roman put the feather back and laid down expectantly. Patton decided to follow Roman's example and grabbed two fluffy blue feathers and a featherduster for later. "Ok kiddo, arms up!" Patton instructed. Roman's eyes lit up and he immediately obeyed. This was his favourite tickle game, he loved a challenge. Patton straddled his hips and began circling the feathers around the pits, expecting some giggles but got steady laughter instead. 

"Hahahahahaha! Oh my gohohohohod! Hahahahaha!" Roman chuckled. "Wow, your pits really are a bad spot, huh?" Patton commented. Roman couldn't even respond, too focused on keeping his twitching arms up. Patton could see he was struggling and moved the feathers down to his sides, calming the laughter down to hyper giggles. He occasionally flickered a feather over Roman's tummy, eliciting squeaks and kicks each time he did so. As he kept doing this, he did his best to avoid Roman's bellybutton. He was slightly tempted to give it a cheeky tickle but Roman had told him to avoid it. Little did he know, that's exactly what Roman wanted. He regretted the way he told Patton to avoid that spot, not explaining that he'd be ok with soft tickles there since that won't hurt. Dismissing the rules, Roman got a hold of Patton's hands and moved them over his bellybutton before raising his arms up again. "Go ahead, I know you want to." Roman encouraged. "I can't, I shouldn't, you said it hurts." Patton argued. "With a finger, it hurts. I doubt a feather is gonna give me any pain." Roman remarked. Patton took a moment to consider this. Well, he was giving his permission and could tell him to stop when he needs to. "Ummm...well...ok. If you're sure." Patton agreed hesitantly. "Perhaps you would feel more confident if you were to sing a little song?" Roman suggested. Patton instantly perked up at this suggestion and grabbed both feathers with one hand, circling them around the navel. 

"Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear." Patton sang, delighted by Roman's anticipatory giggles. "One step, two step, a tickly under there!" Patton exclaimed as he wiggled the feathers in Roman's bellybutton, causing Roman throw his head back in laughter, kicking and squirming. "Hahahahahahaha! Thihihis feels wahahahay behehehetter!" Roman cackled. His arms threatened to come down but he made the smart decision to interlock his fingers so they couldn't get past his head. "Good to know I can still play this with you, I just gotta remember to use feathers." Patton remarked. After about a minute, Roman's arms finally gave in and shot down to protect his navel. "How was that?" Patton inquired. "Fun." Roman answered. Noticing Roman didn't make any move to take his next turn at tickler, Patton guessed that in this riled up state, Roman wanted more. "Something I noticed during all that kicking earlier, when was the last time you remembered to dust your feet?" Patton asked as he picked up the featherduster and waved it around, causing Roman to squirm. "I-I'm pretty sure people d-don't typically do that." Roman stammered. "Au contraire, mon frere. It's very important to make sure every part of you is nice and clean." Patton said, fluttering the featherduster across his feet. 

"Hahahahahaha! It tihihickles sohohoho much!" Roman laughed. "It tickles? Roman, try to take this seriously. Your feet are very dusty and I'm just trying to clean them. But since you'd rather play games than take care of your hygiene..." Patton said, moving the tickle tool away. Against his better judgement, Roman looked at Patton to see what he was planning next. "Looks like someone needs some ticklies on his toesies!" Patton teased, waving the featherduster directly over Roman's wiggly toes. "Hahahahahaha! Pahahattohohon, nohohohot the tohohohoes!" Roman squeaked. "Had enough?" Patton asked but Roman's headshake was enough to tell him that was just a general statement, not actual pleading. "Good, because this is very important. Lots of dirt can get stuck around your toes if you don't dust them regularly." Patton taunted. "Nohohoho one duhuhuhusts their tohohohohoes, you neheheheat freheheheak!" Roman cackled. "Well, that wasn't very nice. Here I am trying to help you and you insult me? Uh-oh Roman, looks like you got some dust behind your ears. I'll get it!" Patton teased, fluttering the feathers over his ears. "Ahahahahaha! Pahahattohohon, stohohohohop ihihit!" Roman squealed. Patton listened and put the tools back. 

"You good?" Patton asked. "Yeah. It just really tickled, but in a weird way. It was so ticklish, but instead of laughing hard, I just couldn't stop giggling." Roman explained. "Yeah, that can happen sometimes. Well, my turn for tickles now." Patton said, laying across Roman's lap. Roman smiled down at his cooperative companion. He reached for the baby oil and popped off the lid, pouring the liquid onto Patton's belly but was alarmed when he heard him wince and felt him shiver. "Sorry. It's a little cold." Patton explained. Roman simply nodded in understanding and put the bottle aside. He began using his fingers to help spread the oil around but even just this motion caused Patton to giggle and squirm. Roman couldn't help but skitter his fingers across Patton's ribs and tummy to test the waters. The loud squeal mixed with his kicks and batting at his hands was all the proof Roman needed that this was gonna be great. Deciding not to keep his friend waiting, Roman grabbed one of the electric toothbrushes and turned it on. Patton perked up when he heard buzzing and couldn't help but stare at the "weapon" in Roman's hand, mostly to avoid Roman's cocky smirk and mischievous gaze. "Tickle tickle, little tummy-tum." Roman teased, swirling the brush round and round all over Patton's belly. 

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOHOMAN! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton bellowed. "I'm right here, Patton. Why are you yelling?" Roman teased. Patton didn't bother responding and continued to laugh. "Say, Patton? Do you know how many ribs a person has?" Roman queried. "IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON'T KNOHOHOHOW!" Patton hollered. "Ah yes, that's right. Knowledge is Logan's department. Oh well, guess we'll have to find out ourselves." Roman remarked as he grabbed the other toothbrush and switched it on. He moved both brushes from Patton's tummy to his bottom ribs, making sure to tickle all the way up. "Let's count in twos, shall we? It'll probably save time. Two, four, si–Patton, you're being very loud and your shaking is distracting, can you please stop?" Roman requested. "I CAHAHAHAN'T HEHEHEHELP IHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton shrieked. It was taking all of his strength to not push those tickly toothbrushes away. "Fine, I'll try to work around it. Eight, te–wait, was it eight or six? Great, now I have to start all over again." Roman said. It took three more times but they finally finished the game. However, Roman wasn't done yet. He put away the second toothbrush, grabbed the baby oil bottle and poured some into Patton's bellybutton. 

"R-Roman, w-what are you d-doing?" Patton stuttered, nervously squirming as the cold liquid filled his navel. Roman said nothing and dipped the brush into his bellybutton, causing Patton to scream with laughter and kick and buck with renewed strength. "Cootchie coo, little bellybutton." Roman teased, barely able to hear himself or the toothbrush over Patton's cackles. "NAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ROHOHOHOHO!!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!!" Patton begged. Roman tossed the toothbrush away and summoned a towel to wipe off the remaining baby oil. This proved to be a bit of a challenge when trying to get it out of Patton's tortured navel as he was so riled up, even that tickled him. Once Roman got it all off, he noticed Patton was taking longer than usual to catch his breath. "You ok, Patton?" Roman asked. Patton gave a weak thumbs up, still not quite ready to speak yet. Roman summoned a glass of water and handed it to Patton who gulped it down gratefully. "Thanks." Patton sighed, handing back the empty glass. "Hakuna Matata. You sure you're alright?" Roman checked. "Yeah, no worries. But I think I'm all tickled out for the day." Patton confessed. "Fine by me, just means we saved the best for last for our grand finale." Roman remarked. 

Patton giggled at the creative Side's boastful nature as he pat the ground to let Roman know to lie down again, which he gladly did. "Don't bother holding back, I want you to break me." Roman said. Patton flinched at the use of that term. "What do you mean?" Patton asked. "I wanna be laughing so much, I can't even focus on anything else. I wanna be tickled to the point all I can do is lie there and laugh and laugh, barely able to even speak." Roman rambled dreamily. He must've been wanting this for quite a while. No wonder he suggested all of this in the first place. "But if you can't talk, then how will I know when you're done? What if I go too far?" Patton inquired. "I'll just pound the ground with my hands when I've had enough if I can't say the safeword, I promise. Please, Patton. I really want this." Roman assured, flashing his best puppy-dog eyes. They're not as good as Patton's, but definitely just as effective. "Ok. If you're sure you really want this and it'll make you happy, I'll do this for you." Patton agreed. Roman almost knocked Patton down with the hug he gave him before lying back down. "After all, who better to go to for this than the tickle monster?" Patton purred. Roman's heart leapt at that. Patton just called himself the tickle monster, he's in for it. 

"Now, the tickle monster doesn't like his victims dirty, so let's get you cleaned up all nice for him." Patton monologued, grabbing the baby oil and Roman's ankles. "Let's start with these feet of yours. They do a lot of walking to so many places, who knows what they might've picked up." Patton continued as he spread the liquid across Roman's feet, massaging it in with his thumbs. This alone got Roman laughing already. "Ooh, someone's a giggly little guy, huh? And would you lookie here? Looks like you tried to dust your feet, silly billy. Everyone knows it's more thorough to brush." Patton taunted. Roman thought this meant he was gonna get the toothbrushes like he did but was instead horrified when he saw Patton pick up a hairbrush. "Time to get scrubbing!" Patton exclaimed, putting Roman's ankles in a headlock and raking the brush over the prince's feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOD! IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Roman howled. "Scrub a dub dub, Prince Roman's not a grub!" Patton sang merrily. "THAHAHAT'S NOT EHEHEVEN THE WOHOHOHORDS! HAHAHAHAHA!" Roman bellowed. "Well you're not in a tub, mister, so that wouldn't work, now would it?" Patton asked sarcastically. He always got a little sassy when he's playing the tickle monster. 

"But these brushes won't be as good for those itty bitty toes of yours. There's so many teensy tiny nooks and crannies that you gotta use something smaller." Patton said, putting the hairbrush away and grabbing an electric toothbrush. This gave Roman a feeling of relief until he saw Patton squirt some baby oil onto the bristles. Uh-oh. "Here we go!" Patton cheered as the tool touched down on the ticklish toes, Roman's booming laughter bouncing off the walls. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHYHYHYHY?! HAHAHAHAHA!" Roman cackled. "This is the way we brush our toes, brush our toes, brush our toes. This is the way we brush our toes, so early in the morning." Patton sang. Roman's instincts wanted so badly to push Patton away but his mind and heart didn't want the tickles to stop. He had to occupy his hands somehow to avoid fighting back and found himself...clapping? Well, that's one way of dealing with it and Patton even treated it like applause. "Aww, do you like it when the tickle monster sings to you? Do you want more?" Patton teased. Roman didn't know how to respond to that. It was barely a proper tease, yet he still felt quite flustered. "Lucky for you, the tickle monster loves to sing to pretty little princes like you." Patton gushed, putting the toothbrush down and grabbing a toe. 

"This little princey went to market..." Patton began, snickering to himself when Roman let out a very embarrassed squeak at the lyric change. "This little princey stayed home in his castle..." Patton continued. "Pahahahatton, quit ihihit!" Roman giggled. "Who's Patton? I'm the tickle monster, and the tickle monster finds it very rude that you interrupted him. But since he's feeling generous today, he'll let you off with a warning. But any more rude behaviour, and you're in trouble. Now, where was I?" Patton said, picking up where he left off. "This little princey had roast beef, and this little princey had none." Patton sang. He picked up the toothbrush and turned it back on. "No no no no no!" Roman squealed. Patton paused for a moment to give Roman a chance to call for a break or safeword if he needed to, but he remained quiet, looking quite bashful. This was enough to let Patton know he can keep going. "And this little princey went wee wee wee all the way home!" Patton finished, scrubbing the oily electric toothbrush across and in between his toes and all over the sensitive sole. "HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman guffawed. "Please what? Please...get your other foot too? Don't worry, I wasn't gonna let it feel left out." Patton teased. After about five minutes (which felt like five hours to Roman), Patton deemed Roman's feet evenly and thoroughly tickled. Now for the torso.

"I hope you like your nursery rhymes, Your Highness. Because I've picked out this one just for you." Patton cooed, grabbing the baby oil and pouring it on Roman's ribs, across his belly and down to his hips. He tried his best to hold back snickers at Roman's puppy-like whines as he rubbed in the oil. He'd better hurry up and get singing before he's too busy snickering to do so. He raised his hands in the air and made claw-like motions before dropping down to Roman's ribcage. "The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up to Roman's ribs!" Patton sang. "OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Roman shrieked. "Down his tummy he came to tickle Roman's hips!" Patton continued but cut himself off with a squeal when squeezing Roman's hips caused the creative Side to snort with laughter. "Awwww, that's so cute! I didn't know you snort-laughed!" Patton gushed, breaking his tough tickle monster facade. Roman hid his face in his hands, ashamed of the noise he made. "Please just get it over with." Roman mumbled. "Ok, ok. I'll keep serenading you, my sensitive sweetie." Patton said. He raised his hands again but this time he kept them in the air as he continued his song. "Away he went from Roman so his breath he could regain!" Patton sung, smirking down at how Roman kept squirming at the sight of his wiggly fingers. Time to put him out of his misery.

"Then the itsy-bitsy spider tickled Roman again!" Patton finished as he poked, tasered, and squeezed every tickle spot he could think of. Finally Roman's fight-or-flight instincts gave in and he grabbed Patton's wrists. He never pushed them away, he just grabbed them and kept them from moving. "Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty little prince, grabbing my claws like that. The tickle monster's gonna have to punish you for that." Patton taunted, pulling his hands out of Roman's grasp. Roman wasn't sure what Patton's threat was implying, but he was excited regardless. As Patton looked around for inspiration, he remembered where Roman put them. In a wrestling ring with four posts on each corner. "Hey Roman, I wanna try something. Would you mind if I made sure your arms stayed up like a game of "Arms Up"?" Patton whispered. Roman wasn't sure if a headshake or a nod was the appropriate response for approval so he settled for a wink. "Cool! Follow me!" Patton instructed. Roman picked himself off the floor and followed Patton to a corner of the ring. He was encouraged to lie down again and raise his arms up, his hands going past the post. Patton summoned his bathrobe and removed the belt, tossing the garment aside. He carefully tied Roman's wrists together, making sure it wasn't too tight and even checked with Roman to make sure it was secure but not painful. Time for the real fun to begin.

Patton grabbed the baby oil but instead of undoing the lid, he completely unscrewed the cap and began dipping his fingers in the bottle. "Patton, what are you doing?" Roman asked nervously. "There's no Patton here, Your Ticklishness. Only the tickle monster!" Patton exclaimed before scribbling into Roman's unprotected underarms. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOHOD!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman roared. His arms desperately attempted to come down and cover the exposed hollows, but it was no use. "My oh my, how the Roman empire has fallen." Patton joked. After that warm-up, he decided to pick up the baby oil again and practically drowned Roman's pits in it before he grabbed the electric toothbrushes and went for the kill. "AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHAT!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman screamed. "Aww, can the big strong prince not handle the ticklies in his pitsies? Can't the mighty Prince Roman survive the tickle monster's trap?" Patton teased, swirling the buzzing brushes around the oily underarms. "I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT AHAHANYMOHOHORE!!! THOHOHOMAHAHA–!!!" Roman screeched before his laughter went silent. Patton threw the toothbrushes behind him, quickly untied Roman's wrists and grabbed the towel from earlier to dry off the baby oil, gently dabbing to avoid feeling tickly. 

As soon as every last drop was gone, Patton summoned a glass of water for Roman which he chugged like his life depended on it. "Thank you." Roman wheezed. "Did I go too far?" Patton checked. Roman shook his head and gave Patton a reassuring hug. "You did perfectly." Roman complimented. Patton beamed and snuggled up to the sweet prince. Roman summoned Patton's glasses back, and placed them on his smiling face. "Thank you. Good thing I didn't wear them, they definitely would've gotten broken." Patton thanked as he readjusted his glasses. Roman nodded in acknowledgement and the room began to shapeshift once again, the ring and walls disappearing as the room changed into a beautiful garden scene. Roman summoned a comfy hammock for them to rest in. "This was a good idea, Roman. It was fun." Patton praised. "Glad you had a good time." Roman said as he playfully ruffled up the father figure's hair. "Can we do it again sometime?" Patton asked. "Anytime you want." Roman assured, his eyes drooping as he struggled to focus. The two cuddled close as they decided to nap away the afternoon together to recover all that energy they lost from their fun. 

The End.

[gregorygerwitz]

"Are you sure you've got the right Halstead?"

You know what to do with this.

I wrote vaguely spicy angst! brace yourselves for this one because I'm... sad.

[ i'm in a Will/Mouse prompt mood ]

Getting invited out to drinks at Molly's his first weekend back in Chicago had seemed harmless at the time. Mouse had agreed when Jay texted him without hesitation, without the context for why everyone was getting together to begin with. He wanted to spend time with his best friend and the people he hadn't kept in as much contact with, no matter what the occasion was. A party could be fun, even Mouse could admit that, especially at Molly's.

He didn't ask what the gathering was about.

No one had felt the need to tell him before Saturday night.

He didn't know it was an engagement party.

[ read the rest below or on ao3 ]

The relationship wasn't new, not really. Mouse had heard the name Upton about a thousand times before he even learned her first name. He'd even given the correct teasing comments when he'd gotten the late night phone call about their first kiss. He'd known that Jay and Hailey were together for a year, that things were serious, that they had even started living together, but it had still only been a year. Chicago wasn't Vegas, engagements didn't happen in that short of a timeline for most people.

Then again, maybe he should have known that his best friend, of all people, would move a little faster. This was Jay Halstead he was talking about. Jay was the person who had been willing to let him stay on the couch whenever he was coming down from a bad high, who had given him a job on the up-and-up when he needed it, who was willing to support his stupid decisions no matter how much he might actually disagree with them, who answered every late night phone call with the desire and willingness to listen to every little thing that was wrong in his life. The thing about Jay Halstead was that he was made up almost entirely of love and the capability to feel it. He was the opposite of everything Mouse was. That was why they would have never worked.

Jay was love and welcoming and commitment. Mouse was fear and hesitance and flight. They were completely incompatible. They always had been.

That was why Mouse had run away in the first place.

Jay was moving in with Erin, which was fine. Mouse left so that he could try to grow out of the feelings he'd been harboring. It wasn't a successful attempt, not if the ache in his chest was anything to go by. He was still completely and totally in love with his best friend, who was having an engagement party the first weekend he was back home, and it hurt. It was the same kind of hurt that made him want to run away again, put half the world between them until he could sort himself out.

He could be doing anything that wasn't sitting around Chicago and pining. He could have taken the job they offered him in Atlanta, or Los Angeles, or Seattle, or Boston, or anywhere else. He could have signed on for another tour. He could have settled anywhere in the world that wasn't Chicago. He'd had so many options, and he'd chosen to run right back to the place that hurt him the most on the off chance that he had gotten better at pretending it didn't hurt anymore.

He hadn't.

Mouse could act for a while. He could congratulate them at the party. He could buy a round of celebratory drinks. He could apologize for not bringing a better gift than his own presence. That was the easy part. The first few hours of his performances were always the easiest.

It wasn't until he was alone, sitting on a stool at the bar and nursing a fourth beer, that he let his act drop. Almost everyone had left - Jay and Hailey wanted to go home and celebrate, which made sense; Kim and Adam had to relieve a babysitter; the rest of Intelligence had to be rested in case they got called in to do their jobs. The last person to leave had been Trudy, who had insisted on a welcome back hug despite the fact that the night wasn't supposed to have anything to do with him. After that, it was just him and a few of Molly's regulars whose names and faces he didn't know, and that was his last straw.

He left enough cash on the bar to cover his tab, said his polite goodnights to the people he recognized, and left. There was a hotel room waiting for him not too far away, somewhere cheap he was only staying in until he found a more permanent situation. If he ended up sticking around at all. But a hotel room would be empty, and quiet, and lonely, and there were only so many nights in a row that he could stand to watch Hallmark film marathons without losing his mind.

Girl meets guy. Girl falls in love with guy. Some stupid miscommunication that didn't need to happen. Guy gets girl anyway. Happily ever after.

It had gotten better, in recent years. There were a few queer background couples in the movies that aired later in the night, and he tried not to think too hard about it. There were more movies about the love of family than there used to be, instead of purely focusing on romance. But that wasn't exactly helpful, either, not to him. Romance, family, connections... they were all too hard, or nonexistent, and of the few connections he did still have in Chicago, there wasn't anywhere he could go to get all of the things he was feeling off his chest.

Except for one person who had only made a brief appearance at the party due to a long, exhausting shift at the hospital.

( "hey, look who's back in town. it's been a while."

"yeah. weirdly enough, the army likes to keep me pretty busy."

"at least you made it back in one piece. I know Jay's relieved that he doesn't have to worry about you anymore."

"he didn't have to worry about me in the first place."

"he was going to worry regardless."

"yeah. he does that."

"look, I'm wiped, so I'm gonna head out, but if you need anything my number's the same. and if things get out of hand tonight, this is my current address. bring him by if he drinks too much."

"seriously? I think I can handle your brother drunk."

"but you don't deserve to hear him wax poetic about Hailey until the sun comes up. no one deserves that, actually."

"thanks, Will. I won't need it, but still. have a good night."

"you too, Mouse." )

The address had been typed into the notes app on his phone when it was offered, the device deftly pulled from his hand in a way that reminded him that Will was trained as a surgeon. It was just a harsh reminder that the Halsteads had always been out of his league, some perfect idea that he couldn't reach no matter how hard he tried. Even during their disagreements, they'd all still cared about each other, still held love for each other, still went out of their way for each other. They were his friends, but even that hadn't felt like the right word since he left five years before. There was a distance that he could never close again, and even having the address in his phone, just in case of an emergency, felt like he was intruding somewhere he didn't belong.

The Halsteads were successful, and beautiful, and good people, and he didn't deserve either one of them.

Mouse knew he didn't deserve Jay's friendship, or the way Will had made it clear that he cared, too. Jay was perfect, and straight, and engaged, and protective of everyone he cared about, no matter what they might have done to deserve it. Will was more of a mystery. He was straight, too, or at least leaned that way, if the mention of his engagement to Natalie a few years before had been anything to go by. He made the teasing comments that a brother would. He defended Mouse - usually inebriated, against parents who weren't there to fight back - the way a big brother would, despite actually being a few months younger. In a way, they had taken him into their family when his rejected him, and losing Jay to the joy that came with a partner, and an engagement, and a marriage... what little family he had left was slipping rapidly through his fingers like sand.

He took the address from his notes app and put it into a different app, a rideshare service he never managed to delete. A hotel room would be lonely, but someone else's apartment wouldn't, and all he needed was a couch for a few hours. It could be the same as it always was - he'd borrow a distraction and a place to sleep, and he'd be gone before anyone else woke up. It wasn't complicated.

When he made it to the right building, and up the flights of stairs, and knocked on the door, it suddenly got very complicated.

Will pulled the door open and leaned his weight against it while he took in the sight he must see in the hallway. While his eyes scanned over Mouse, Mouse returned the treatment. Bed rumpled red curls, a bare chest, and sweatpants that hung low on exposed hips were what greeted him, and there was too much alcohol in his system for him to filter the thoughts in his head. Will looked every bit of the Halstead he was - beautiful, warm, untouchable, forbidden...

"What did he do?"

Blinking quickly, Mouse tried to turn the question over in his head until it made sense. It took what felt like well over a minute, the meaning of it slipping away whenever he got close. Eventually, he registered that he had to mean Jay, and the rest of the question was about the catalyst that made him use the address he'd been given but not the number in his phone to provide any kind of warning. And he had an unfortunate answer for that question.

What did Jay do that brought him to that door after midnight?

"He's engaged."

The words felt thick and heavy in this throat, needing to be pushed out with a force he didn’t know he had in his chest. The heartache of the entire situation weighed him down, made everything feel slow and impossible. For over a decade, Mouse had been watching from the sidelines, gazing over at Jay when he wasn’t looking, aching to close the distance between them whenever they were alone. But relationships had left him with few opportunities. His own past had left him with too much fear to act on any urge he had. There, in that apartment hallway in the middle of a quiet night, he’d had enough liquid courage to finally say something, just not to anyone who would actually be able to change his situation, or even want to.

As much as it pained him to see his best friend happy with someone else, he wasn't stupid. Will was Jay's brother. He had no loyalty to Mouse, no reason to even feel bad for him. As far as Will was concerned, his brother was happy, and in a relationship with someone he loved, who loved him just as strongly. That was a win, especially after the life Jay had led, and he didn't owe anyone else anything. The most logical thing to do in that situation, in an apartment building hallway, when Mouse was most obviously more than a little tipsy, was to send him on his way.

He should have just gone to the hotel.

But instead of sending him away, Will stepped to the side to leave enough room in the doorway for him to enter the apartment. It was almost definitely an act of pity, an offer to let him sleep off everything he'd had to drink on the couch so he could leave and pretend it hadn't happened in the morning. At least when he did that almost every other time, he also got laid.

"Let's get you some water. Your head will thank me in the morning."

Mouse frowned a bit at the words but followed him toward the small kitchen once the door was closed. As quiet as the hotel room would have been, this may have actually been worse. At least the hotel room would have been empty. He wouldn't have anyone around to see the state he was in, see the heartache he couldn't hide anymore, see how much the yearning he felt was actually affecting him. He wouldn't have had to show his inner workings to anyone, let alone the only family of the man who had gotten under his skin so thoroughly. He could have been alone in his suffering instead of incurring the specific Halstead brand of pity that gave him safety and company while he navigated the overwhelming emotions.

Like a sad duckling, Mouse shuffled after Will into the kitchen and accepted the bottle of room temperature water without a word. After a few sips, when it became abundantly clear to him that it wasn't actually doing anything helpful, he shook his head and set it on the countertop. A refreshing drink and a night of sleep wouldn't be enough of a distraction, it never was. He needed something more than that, something physical and solid that would actually get his mind to focus on something that wasn't Jay Halstead.

There was a quiet moment, a pause in their already limited conversation. Mouse took a small step forward, closing some of the space between them hesitantly. He didn't normally hesitate, not ever, but there was a lot more weighing on these moments than there normally was. Nothing about this night was normal, not by a long shot.

If he acted on his usual instincts, everything would fall apart. If he went through his routine - a hookup to distract his mind, a night of sleep in a bed that didn't belong to him, slipping out in the morning before the body next to him stirred, and not a whisper of communication ever again. Going through that with Will, cutting off contact the way he always did, would certainly solve his problem. He wouldn't have to watch his best friend be happy with someone else if his best friend was no longer in his life. He could cut the ache off where it started, and disappear into the world without a word.

He was very good at it.

Not letting himself think about it too much more, to keep a different kind of ache at bay, Mouse took another step forward. He wasn't hesitating anymore, more sure of himself while he stood up on his toes to all but crash their lips together. At least, he was pretending he still had the ability to feel confident. He could be rejected at any second, pushed away, kicked out of the apartment and told to never come back.

That didn't happen.

Instead, Will kissed him back.

Will's hands went to his waist.

Will twisted them so that Mouse's back was pinned against the edge of the counter.

It was exactly the distraction he needed. It was solid, and consuming, and he could focus on doing instead of thinking. Mouse could drag his palms over the bare chest that was pressed so close to his. He could tilt his chin further up into the kiss to make sure it didn't end too soon. He could roll his hips forward to chase what friction was offered. It was dizzyingly perfect, and he let himself get caught up in it. Pleasure was always better than pain, no matter how much hurt would catch up to him later.

They moved from the kitchen to the hallway, and then the bedroom, and Mouse gasped for little breaths of air when they finally paused their kisses. He hadn't quite let himself be laid out yet, halfway between perched at the end of the bed and standing, clinging to the arms that were helping him stay mostly upright. If he let go, the leg between his own might disappear, and he didn't think he could keep himself together if that happened.

"Are you sure you've got the right Halstead?"

The question was barely enough to make him pause, the obvious answer on the tip of his tongue. The right Halstead was the one he'd been trailing after for years. The right Halstead was his best friend. The right Halstead was somewhere else in the city. In bed with his fiancée. The right Halstead had found the right girl, and Mouse had known from the very start that the right Halstead would never be his Halstead. So the only answer he could give to Will's question was the honest one, no matter how much it reminded him of the ache.

"No."

The look in the eyes that met his hadn't changed. Nothing about what they were doing had changed. They'd both known the truth before it had been said aloud, and acknowledging it didn't eliminate the tension in the room or disperse any of their arousal. The truth didn't change the desire that had captivated them both, and it certainly didn't stop the kisses from continuing.

Mouse actually felt the corners of his mouth turn upward in a small smile. It wasn't a conscious thing, and it wasn't even all that genuine, just an instinctual reaction to the buzz under his skin. He couldn't remember a time where the act of sex felt bad, and he doubted that would change just because he was more aware than normal about who he actually wanted to be in bed with.

There were plenty of differences between the body in his head and the body in front of him. One was taller and leaner. Had brown eyes instead of grey. Had fiery red hair long enough to grab onto and tug. But as soon as he closed his eyes, his brain could be tricked. A Halstead was a Halstead, and he'd had enough to drink that he didn't care about the differences.

"So... I take it you don't care that I'm thinking about someone else..." He managed the words between kisses once his back was comfortably settled in the blankets. Even when their lips parted, there were brushes to his cheeks, along the prickly hair at his jaw, down his neck. It was as overwhelmingly pleasurable as he could take, the attention making him squirm until strong hands found his hips again. He couldn't grind up into the warm body above his when he was pinned down to the bed. "I never took you to be a casual sex kind of guy..."

"I'm normally not." Will growled out the words just below his ear and punctuated them with a gentle nip to his skin. "But you are. Fair's fair, right? If you get to think about someone else, so do I."

"Sounds fair to me."

"And you won't get offended if I say someone else's name?"

Of all the questions he'd been asked so far that night, that was the one to make Mouse scoff and have to hold back a hysteric burst of laughter. There weren't many people who actually said his name when they were together, not when they were usually just like him, using a night of pleasure to try to forget someone else.

"God, no." Shaking his head, he flashed a cheeky grin upward when the space between them grew just enough for them to make eye contact again. "I was stateside a few years ago, just in Atlanta for a weekend, and I picked up a straight guy. I don't judge. He just wanted something to come into, and I was more than willing. The fact that he thought about the ex he was still in love with didn't matter to me. That was the night that someone came inside me while calling out my mother's name. Trust me, nothing you call me will compare to that."

That was the first time the look in those brown eyes changed. Since they'd kissed in the kitchen, they had only watched him with awe, with a kind of disbelief that he was there at all. It was a similar enough expression to the look on Jay's face when he walked into the bar earlier that evening that he'd actually relished in it. It was close enough to what he wanted that the little differences didn't matter. He would never get the real thing. A diluted version of it was something he wanted to cling to for the short time that he got it.

When things changed, he knew that time had shorted significantly.

"Casual sex, I get. No lasting connections, I understand. But..." Will watched him closely for a moment, the pause brief but present, neither of them looking away. "Being with someone who doesn't even want you... there had to be better options than that. Why go for the guy who doesn't even want to be with you?"

"Because no one wants to be with me."

Mouse answered quickly, his confidence disappearing at the further acknowledgment of the truth. He couldn't grin or smirk or paint on a smile anymore. All the energy he had that night to put on any kind of act was used during the party, when he had to pretend he wasn't dying inside with every passing second. Putting on a brave face was only easy for a little while before it became too painful to keep up.

"Mouse..."

"What? You think I'm wrong?" He shook his head with a frown, the ache in his chest returning at full force. "Everyone I've slept with in the last decade has used me the exact same way I use them. They need a distraction. They want to pretend I'm someone else. No one ever gets into bed with me because they want me. Even the people outside of all those beds don't want me. I'm not delusional enough to be that blind."

When the weight over him started to pull back, he knew exactly what it meant. The opportunity to drown himself in physical pleasure in an attempt to block out the emotional pain was gone as quickly as it had appeared. It had been stupid to think it was going to happen in the first place, if only because everything he'd said had been true. No one had ever wanted him in their bed, let alone in their life.

He hadn't spoken to either of his parents in almost a decade. The man he was in love with was engaged to someone else. Everyone he took to bed closed their eyes and replaced him with something in their imagination. Even that night was going to help prove his point, because he'd been too honest. He'd shown too much of himself, and now he wasn't even worth the effort of a quick fuck.

"Look... I don't know what your intentions were when you came over here, Mouse, but you're not up to this tonight. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Will..."

"I'll leave some water and Aspirin in here for when you wake up."

"I'm sorry..."

"Yeah. Goodnight, Mouse."

He'd been wrong. An empty hotel room would have been a lot less lonely.

[mistbornthief]

Omg I thought I was the only one who wanted the red hair to stay 😭😭 I thought it was so great!! Like yes slay!!!

I didn't get why people were hating.

They hate to see a man expressing himself, I fear!

i also dont think the red hair looks good i just think it would've been funny so true they really do hate to see a bad bitch winning

[glitchydyke]

okay i forgot to turn on anon. whatever . i’m still anonymous in here due to the . intricacies

HELP no it’s okay i will close my eyes and pretend

[lucewyre]

Term/suffix ending list

Not necessarily alts for -ic just ideas and ones I've seen used

-ae, -am, -ation, -able, -ance, -ate, -at, -ant, -al/-all, -ade, -age, -ac, -act, -acity, -aholic, -algia, -ar, -ard, -arian, -ariam, -ary, -ation, -ative, -anne, -asion

-ble, -bia, -bess, -best

-cle, -cion, -cide, -cracy, -craty, -crat, -cule, -cy, -cycle, -ci, -carpe, -cèle/-cele

-dom, -dox, -dex

-er, -ea, -ette/-et, -es/-ess/-esse, -en, -ed, -el/-ell,/-elle, -ence, -ent, -ectomy, -ee, -eer, -emia, -ency, -ern, -essence, -etic, -ei, -ée, -eur

-ful/-full, -fy, -fic

-gam, -gamy, -gon, -gonic

-holic, -hood

-ic, -ix, -is, -ist, -ism, -ity/-itty, -io, -ion, -ify, -ise/-ize, -ible, -ive, -ing, -ish, -ia, -ial, -ie, -ical, -ile, -ine, -ily, -ious, -issime, -iste, -ice

-ly, -less, -lic, -lia

-ment, -mik, -my, -mia, -misia

-num, -ness, -nem, -no

-or, -ous, -out, -ocity, -oholic, -orium, -opsy, -onym, -ory, -oire

-phy, -path, -pathy, -phile, -philia, -pia, -phobia, -phone, -pnea

-que

-rio, -ris, -rise

-ship, -s, -sio, -sion, -sive/-ssive, -sentive, -sect, -some, -sophy, -sophic

-tude, -ty, -tion, -tive, -th, -tome, -tile/-tyle

-um, -us, -ual

-ward, -ware, -wise

-y

Feel free to suggest more!

[twotriickhoofbea2t]

yeah if you've been sending me anons at all they are Not Going Through so probably stop doing that for the foreseeable future (i might just turn it off again so people dont think they can)

heads up, anon asks dont seem to be working, i dont have them turned off but i do not receive like, Any of them. so be wary of that.

[trashyswitch]

The Search For The Missing Laugh

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D Give this person some love!!

Patton had been telling dad joke after dad joke since breakfast. While Roman and even Virgil gladly laughed at his witty wordplay, Logan hadn’t even cracked a smile. Still, that didn’t stop Patton from telling all the jokes he had left in him after Roman and Virgil went to help Thomas with something. “Why were the elephants late for their vacation?” Patton asked. Logan merely sighed in response. “Because they forgot to pack their trunks!” Patton exclaimed before laughing at his own joke. Logan groaned, wishing Patton would just stop. “Aw, come on, Logan. That was funny!” Patton chirped. “Perhaps to you, but not me.” Logan said. “Probably because you have no sense of humour.” Patton grumbled, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know that I do have a sense of humour, I just don’t find your jokes funny.” Logan informed. Patton pouted. Logan never laughs at his jokes. He never laughs, period. He just wanted to make his friend laugh, but how? Then it struck him. There’s one thing that makes Thomas and the others laugh. It was risky, it may not even work, but it would be worth it if he could pull it off. “Oh dear. I think I see what the problem is.” Patton said. “You need to get better at comedy?” Logan suggested sarcastically. “No. You lost your laugh.” Patton said. 

Logan did a double take to ensure he heard Patton right. “Lost…my…laugh.” Logan echoed. “Yes. But don’t worry, Logan. I consider myself a Hufflepuff and Hufflepuffs are good finders. Not to brag, but I have quite the skill of finding laughs and getting them out in the open, so I’ll help you find it.” Patton rambled, pulling Logan into a cuddle and grabbing his wrists to raise them above his head. “Patton, what are you…?” Logan protested but was silenced when Patton gave him a look that filled him with…excitement? Unease? He wasn’t sure, but he stayed quiet and kept his arms up. “Now, the trick is to look for hiding spots on your body. You see, sometimes instead of coming out of our mouths, laughs like to hide in other body parts or just get stuck there. Like the armpits for example, they fit pretty snug in there.” Patton said, poking and prodding the mentioned spot. Logan’s mouth curled into a grin as he tried his best not to laugh. “Excuse me, Logan’s armpits. Have you seen Logan’s laugh today?” Patton asked, as if this was a normal situation. Logan almost snickered at Patton’s silly behaviour. Him talking to his body parts as if they could talk back was so ridiculous, it was almost worse than the tickling. 

“Hmm, guess they don’t know. Maybe your ribs know. The ribs are a really good spot since there’s so many rib bones to fit between.” Patton narrated, spidering his fingers up and down the logical Side’s ribcage. Logan was now biting down on his lips in hopes that if he doesn’t laugh then Patton will give up and leave, but the fact he was practically narrating everything and doing something as silly as trying to have a conversation with his body parts wasn’t helping. Not to mention he’s never been tickled before, so he wasn’t used to it and had more difficulty fighting it off. “Hi there, Logan’s ribs. Logan lost his laugh, do you know where it’s hiding?” Patton inquired, gently scratching between each rib. He was disappointed by the silence, certain that Logan would’ve cracked by now. But he wasn’t giving up. “Guess my guessing skills are a little off today. Better keep trying. You know, the toes are a pretty good hiding spot too. Laughs can hide under or between them.” Patton said as he released Logan from their cuddle and moved down to his feet. Patton wasn’t sure if Logan was taking a break and getting his strength back, or forgot he could simply leave because he didn’t protest or make a run for it as he put his ankles in a headlock and removed his socks. 

“Pardon me, Logan’s toes. Are you hiding Logan’s laugh by any chance?” Patton asked, wiggling his fingers under the sensitive digits. Finally, the dam burst and Logan broke into a fit of surprised laughter. “HAHAHAhahaha! Nohohoho! Pahahattohohon! Hahahahahahaha!” Logan squealed, wiggling and fruitlessly attempting to pull his feet back. “Yay! You got your laugh back! But it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from your toes, it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere else. Oh well, guess we gotta keep looking!” Patton exclaimed. Logan was so embarrassed. After seeing him in this state, Patton will never take him seriously again. Oh well, that’s a future problem. For now, he hasn’t laughed like this in a long time, might as well try to enjoy it. “Another great place for a laugh to hide in is in the bellybutton.” Patton said as he moved his tickly hands up the back of Logan’s knees then across his thighs and over his hips until he reached his belly, enjoying every snicker and giggle that came out of Logan along the way. “How do you do, Logan’s bellybutton? Were you the one hiding his laugh the whole time?” Patton asked as he straddled Logan’s thighs, moved his shirt up and began circling his finger around the mentioned spot. Logan couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out as he squirmed in anticipation, never feeling so flustered in his life. Boy, was that statement about to be made wrong.

“Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear…” Patton sang, holding back snickers of his own when Logan covered his mouth to muffle his embarrassed squeal. “One step…two step…” Patton continued, walking his fingers closer to the naval before noticing Logan’s hands shot under his glasses to cover his eyes. Using his free hand, Patton gently removed Logan’s glasses and placed them on the coffee table. He didn’t want them to get broken during their fun. “There. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. A tickly under there!” Patton exclaimed, wiggling the digit in the bellybutton. “GAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, WHYHYHYHY?! HAHAHAHAHA!” Logan bellowed, thrashing around and pounding his fists on the couch. “Yup, this is definitely where all your laughs were hiding. Better make sure we get them all out so this doesn’t happen again. Good thing that song usually lures them out.” Patton commented, not that Logan could hear him over his own loud boisterous laughter. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the unbearably ticklish sensations in his navel, astounded that something as simple as a wiggling finger there could make him laugh this much. It was…exhilarating. And exhausting. Thankfully, Patton finally stopped. But he wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. 

“I think we’re making some real good progress. Your laughs are coming out just fine, but there’s still a few stubborn ones still stuck. Good news is, sometimes they come out of hiding for a good joke. Knock knock!” Patton said. After catching his breath, Logan decided to indulge Patton against his better judgement. “Who’s there?” Logan asked. “Me, the dad joke king, here to tickle his way into your heart! Tickle tickle tickle! Cootchie cootchie coo!” Patton replied, tickling nearly every and any tickle spot on Logan his hands could reach. His ribs, his armpits, his tummy, even around his neck and ears. “Thahahahat’s nohohohot evehehehen a johohohoke! Hahahahaha!” Logan protested through his non-stop laughter. “Then why are you laughing so much?” Patton teased, watching Logan squirm side to side. As he observed the unusual wiggling closely, it appeared like Logan was trying to untuck the rest of his shirt, rendering his sides vulnerable. “Awww, does little Logi want his Sanders Sides tickled? All you had to do was ask me nicely!” Patton teased, lifting his shirt all the way up to his ribs and squeezing his sides. Jackpot. Logan practically melted at the touch. He occasionally squirmed, but he stopped trying to wiggle away and his laughter was bubbly and happy.

“Hahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles! Hahahahaha!” Logan giggled. “Aww, does it tickle? Does it feel tickly and make you giggly? Is Logan a ticklish little cutie?” Patton teased, kneading and spidering over Logan’s sides with a few squeezes and pokes mixed in. Logan couldn’t help but squeak and squeal at the changing tactics, Patton seemed to completely randomise the order so he couldn’t predict what was next, each new surprise method seeming to tickle more than the last. “Boy, all this laughter-looking has made me hungry. You know what I’m in the mood for?” Patton asked. Logan shook his head, no idea what was coming. “Some raspberries!” Patton exclaimed before blowing into Logan’s belly, making the logical Side burst into belly laughter. This was somehow more ticklish than the bellybutton tickles yet not as unbearable, and definitely more fun. However, it was just as hard on his lungs. “AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHATTON, PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!!” Logan cackled. “Aww, just one more?” Patton fake-whined. He was just joking, but Logan seemed to actually be considering his rhetorical request much to his amusement. “Fine, just get it over-WIHIHIHIHITH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Logan shrieked, surprised by the unannounced raspberry on his tummy. “Ok, I’m full now.” Patton said when he finished, getting off Logan.

Logan curled into himself, letting the remainder of his giggles out as he caught his breath. Even though Patton had stopped, it was like he could still feel the phantom vibrations and tickles on his body. He’d never admit it out loud, but that was amazing. Once his breathing steadied and he could think clearly again, he remembered his glasses on the coffee table and put them back on, surprised to see Patton holding out a glass of water. “Oh. Thank you.” Logan said, taking the glass and sipping carefully as Patton sat next to him and rubbed his back. “You good?” Patton asked. “Yes Patton, I’m perfectly adequate.” Logan replied, putting the glass down. Patton pulled him into a hug which Logan cautiously reciprocated. “Don’t worry, Tickle Time’s over, only Cuddle Time now. But it’s good to know that now I have a way to make you laugh.” Patton remarked. “Well, there goes my dignity.” Logan sighed. “Huh? What do you mean?” Patton asked, letting go and facing Logan. “Patton, don’t patronise me. I know that after what just happened, it’s highly unlikely you’re ever going to take me seriously again.” Logan huffed. After that harsh confession, Patton’s expression went from confused to concerned very quickly. 

“Why would I do that? Just because you’re ticklish, doesn’t mean you’re any less smart than you were before. It doesn’t change anything. Besides, I’m ticklish, Roman’s ticklish, heck, even Virgil is ticklish, but that’s just because we’re a part of Thomas and he’s ticklish. It’s just natural, it’s no big deal. You’re still the smartest person I know and I’m always gonna listen to you.” Patton assured. Logan was quiet as he took a minute to process what Patton said. “I know you don’t consider yourself a feelings-y kind of Side, so if it makes you feel better, I promise not to tell the others about any of this.” Patton added. “Thank you, Patton.” Logan said. Patton pulled Logan into another cuddle and laid down. Logan returned the embrace and rested his head under Patton’s chin. “Now that the moment of concern has passed, do you suppose you could perhaps once again stimulate my sides with gargalesis?” Logan asked shyly. “Is that fancy-talk for “please tickle me”?“ Patton teased. Logan blushed and nodded. Patton smiled and wiggled his fingers into Logan’s sides, making the logical Side giggle and snuggle into him more. Little did they know that Virgil and Roman were back and watching them from the top of the stairs. Roman initially took his phone out to get some blackmail material but Virgil snatched it, making Roman pout. The two watched on quietly as their resident glasses geeks had their moment.

The End.

[val-victory]

was all that anon hate you? I don't like you but you never struck me as a transphobe

Buddy... Dedenne the Kidd... Listen to me. This one is important.

Let me get one Thing straight. That Anon is a fucking Asswipe. I do not respect Shitters who hide behind Anonymity.

That Anon tried really hard to imitate me, but failed hard. I never said that Brats should never become Trainers, i was advocating for a better comprehensive Education that included Skills such as Survival and Nursing. Most Trainer Schools focus on battling too much.

If i wanna Beef, i'll beef you directly with my Face and Name attached. I do not care for arguing behind a Gray Voltorb called Anne Onymous.

There are Reason's for why i dislike you, your constant self Pity about being a Failure, your lack of Determination or Courage. And you making me a Target for your little Baby Community. But i don't have any Problems with your Gender.

P.S. Ohh, you're trans? That's metal af 👍👍👍🤟

P.P.S. sorry for the late Answer. I was asleep. My Schedule is kind of messed up at the Moment.

[ellebastonart]

Webcomic Color Wheel Challenge -- Anne Onymous from The Wotch!

[water-pokemon-appreciator]

Hi, my name is Ann Onymous, and you broke my heart five years ago when you just ignored me because you didn't have rotomblr </3

Im sorry ann. it will happen again

[oliviaischillin1204]

Lighten Up, Teach

[olivia's note: hey y'all! this is another fic by the incomparable anne onymous. anne i literally LOVED this fic and my stomach was swooping the entire time i read it sjdhfdjsk. thank you for always creating such good stuff!]

Roman was tired of Logan acting like an emotionless, uptight, boring robot. There was once a time when Logan knew how to have fun and even smiled, but now he was more serious and mature than any human needed to be. That man needed to learn how to have fun again, and Roman was going to teach him. Whether he liked it or not. He barged into Logan's room without knocking, causing the logical Side to glare at him. "Please remember to knock in the future, Roman." Logan scolded. "There's no time for formalities! This is an emergency!" Roman protested. "Emergency? What emergency?" Logan asked worriedly. "You, Logan! This ends now! You need help!" Roman yelled. "Help with what?" Logan asked, puzzled by what Roman meant and how it could be constituted as an emergency. "You barely smile, you never laugh, and you never do anything fun with us anymore!" Roman stated. "Your point?" Logan inquired. "It shall continue no longer! You're coming with me to my room!" Roman stated, grabbing Logan's wrist and attempting to drag him to his room. But Logan was stubborn. 

"Roman, I have too much important work to do! I don't have time for your bizarre shenanigans!" Logan protested, trying to pull himself out of Roman's grasp, but it was futile. Everyone knew Roman was the strongest Side and hard to defeat but Logan was just as determined as Roman. The two were now stuck in a bizarre and awkward game of Tug Of War. Roman refused to release Logan's wrist and Logan refused to leave his room. "You are not taking me to your room to participate in whatever silly antics you have planned." Logan said. "Fine. We'll do it here then." Roman compromised, tackling Logan to the floor. The two wrestled for a bit before Roman managed to overpower Logan, straddling his waist and pinning his wrists above his head. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with me, Roman?" Logan demanded. "I'm about to do something so ridiculous, so silly, so goofy, so immature, so nonsensical, that even scientists still question why humans are capable of this." Roman explained vaguely. "And that would be?" Logan questioned. "Tickling." Roman answered in a low whisper. 

"Don't. You. Dare." Logan growled. "I dare." Roman said before squeezing Logan's sides. Logan shut his mouth as tight as he could to avoid laughing. His fists were clenched and he couldn't stop wiggling, but he refused to give in. But when Roman found a sweet spot where his sides meet his tummy, the dam broke and out came the surprised belly laughter. "Nohohohoho! Dahahahamn it! Hahahahaha!" Logan chuckled. "Oh. My. Gosh! I forgot how cute your laugh was! You need to do it more often." Roman encouraged. "I refuhuhuhse! Hahahahaha!" Logan laughed. "Wow, for someone refusing to laugh, you sure are doing a lot if it." Roman teased. "Rohohoman, this is vehehehery immahahature! Hahahahaha!" Logan pointed out. "That's kind of the point, point-dexter." Roman said, moving his wiggling fingers to Logan's tummy. He certainly wasn't expecting the fit of childish giggles that followed. It was so adorable and cute, he almost stopped. 

"Rohohoman, nohohohoho!" Logan giggled. "Roman yes, you adorable little tickle-toy." Roman teased, making the logical Side blush. Logan was uncertain if he could keep up this facade for much longer. Despite the kicking, squirming, wiggling, struggling and protests, he was enjoying every single second of this. Laughing uncontrollably, letting go of his seriousness for once, just goofing off and playing around with his friend, he hasn't been this happy in a long time. Then again, it has been a long time since he was tickled and in all honesty, he missed it. Whenever a tickle fight broke out, he used to merely run, hide and protest before getting caught. But in recent years, he resorted to scoffing and walking away from the scene because he had an image to uphold even though he seceretly loved it. The laughter was great, and actually being tickled felt surprisingly loving. But he needed Roman to stop before–Too late. 

Roman stopped in his tracks and stared at Logan who was now frozen in fear and pale as a sheet. "Did you just snort?" he asked excitedly. Logan couldn't bring himself to answer, too embarrassed by that sound that just escaped him. But that didn't stop Roman from picking up right where he left off, tickling around Logan's bellybutton. "Nohohohoho! *snort* Not agahahahain! *snort* Rohohoman, plehehease!" Logan cackled. "That is so adorable!" Roman exclaimed. He's never heard Logan laugh like this before. Well, Logan laughing in general is uncommon enough, but Logan snorting while laughing? Unheard of. "Nohohoho *snort* it ihihihisn't! Ihihit's *snort* undignifihihihihied!" Logan protested. He hated when he snort-laughed. If Patton does it, it's cute. But that's Patton, he's always been adorable and silly. Logan was serious and dignified, he can't laugh like that. Well, he can, but he would rather not. Speaking of Patton...

An unexpected knock on the door interrupted their "game" and Roman stilled his fingers. "Come iiiiin!" Roman sang before Logan could ask the knocker to leave. Patton walked in, exciting Roman. Everyone knew he was pretty much the Mind Palace's tickle monster and loves a good tickle-fight. "Hey kiddos! Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to check and see what all that ruckus and kerfuffle was about." Patton explained. "Oh, we were just having some fun." Roman said. "Correction: HE was having fun. I however, am being held here against my will." Logan lied. "Oh please, you could've bucked me off and ran away at any time." Roman taunted, repeatedly poking Logan around the ribs. Logan let out a squeaky giggle before covering his mouth with both hands, the action soon followed by a squeal from Patton. "Awwww, Logan! You're participating in our tickle fights again?! That's great! Gosh, I remember how much you used to love being tickled." Patton cooed.

Logan attempted to retort but all that left his lips was a scrambled mess of strangled sounds. After about a minute, he finally managed to form a coherent sentence. "When have I ever implied that I enjoy this ridiculous activity?" Logan asked. "Padre, you're right! This whole time he never once said "stop"! I think someone is enjoying himself more than he'd like to admit." Roman teased. "FALSEHOOD!" Logan yelled loudly, causing the others to cover their ears. "Patton, will you please convince Roman to stop this nonsense?" Logan demanded. "Logan's right, Roman. You can't keep doing this." Patton said. To say that Roman was disappointed was an understatement. "Everyone knows that Logan's feet are his best spot." Patton added. Logan froze. All that tickling from Roman must've scrambled his thoughts. How could he forget that Patton couldn't resist any chance given to tickle someone? 

"Care to show me how it's done?" Roman asked. "I'd be delighted." Patton said, walking over to Logan who was now wiggling, squirming and bucking in a desperate attempt to escape. If it weren't for the fact his hands were free and could easily push Roman off, you'd think he genuinely didn't want this. Patton removed Logan's shoes and socks then put his ankles in a headlock. "Okay, Logan. Since I'm a nice person, I'll go easy on you if you ask me nicely." Patton offered. Logan was too smart to fall for that, he knew exactly what Patton meant. He wanted him to outright say the dreaded word. Not only that, but if he complied with Patton's wishes, he won't get the treatment he truly desires. "Patton, I suggest both you and Roman drop this ridiculous nonsense because I have too much important work to do and I cannot afford any more of this unwanted interruption." Logan said. "You had your chance, Lo. Don't say I didn't warn you." Patton replied before scribbling all ten fingers across Logan's sensitive soles.

Logan went absolutely ballistic with laughter. Bucking and shaking left to right with renewed strength, Roman was struggling to stay on top of him. "Wow, you sure are a pro, Pat." Roman complimented. "I'm just getting started. If you think this is bad, watch this." Patton advised. Roman managed to turn himself around without falling off Logan so he could watch what Patton was about to do. "Tickle tickle tickle, Logan! Cootchie cootchie coo, Logi-Bear! Who's got ticklish little footsies? I think somebody's got tickwish wittle toesies. Aren't you just the most ticklish little thing?" Patton cooed. Roman almost burst out laughing himself when he saw how red Logan's face turned at Patton's teasing. Logan wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't sad or in pain or anything, but he wanted to cry. Patton's baby-talk teases were always too much for him even though at the same time he loved them more than any other tease. 

"Um, Patton? I think he needs a break or we'll break him." Roman warned, noticing Logan's eyes were tearing up. Patton looked where Roman was looking and immediately stopped. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, Logan! Are you ok?" Patton asked. As Logan caught his breath, he knew he had to think of an appropriate response to help try to ease Patton's clear guilt. "I assure you, Patton, I am not in any pain nor am I experiencing any unpleasant emotions right now. Your concern is noted, but unnecessary as I am fine." Logan reassured. "No negative emotions at all?" Patton checked. "None." Logan assured. So you WERE having fun?" Roman inquired. "I-I did n-not say that, Roman." Logan stuttered. "But you said so yourself that you weren't feeling any unpleasant feelings. Meaning you were only feeling pleasant emotions the whole time." Roman pointed out. "Awww, I knew he still enjoyed this." Patton cooed. "Certainly does seem that way, Patton." Roman commented. "As a matter of fact, I think I recall a certain game, or more specifically, a certain rhyme that he just used to love." Patton teased. "You wouldn't." Logan said. "I would." Patton replied, grabbing Logan's big toe. 

"This little piggy went to market..." Patton started, wiggling and tickling the digit. "Pahahahatton, plehehease!" Logan protested. "This little piggy stayed home..." Patton continued. "Dohohon't, Pahahatton!" Logan begged. "This little piggy had roast beef..." Patton said before squealing when Logan snorted. "Hey, the snorts are back! He's being the little piggy!" Roman exclaimed. "Roman, will you shut up?!" Logan yelled. "Now, Logan, that wasn't very nice. I think someone needs to say sorry." Patton said, swiping a single finger up and down the arch of Logan's foot. "Nohohohoho! Hahahahaha! Okahahay, I'm sohohohorry, Rohohomahan!" Logan chuckled. "That's better. But now I've lost my place. Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to start all over again." Patton taunted. "Roast beef!" Logan cried out. "Logan, now is not the time to decide what's for dinner later." Roman teased. "Oh yeah, that's where I was. Thank you, Logan." Patton said. Logan blushed and Patton picked up where he left off. 

"This little piggy had none." Patton began again. Logan giggled nervously, knowing what's to come as the moral Side grabbed his pinky toe. "And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home!" Patton finished, showing Logan's sensitive sole no mercy as the logical Side screamed with boisterous laughter from the unbearably ticklish attack and even managed to knock Roman off in all his desperate twisting, wiggling, shaking and bucking. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Logan bellowed, unable to beg or plead through the intensity of his laughter. When Patton finally stopped after a few seconds (although to Logan it felt much longer than that), Logan curled into himself, trying to catch his breath and calm his residual giggles as the phantom tickles slowly faded away. "Here, this should help you, Harry Potter." Roman said, handing Logan a glass of water. As he drank it, he gave Roman a puzzled look. "Because of your glasses! Right?" Patton guessed, turning to Roman for confirmation. "That, and you're the boy who lived. Only instead of you-know-who, you survived a deadly attack from the tickle monster." Roman explained, causing Logan to roll his eyes as he put the now empty glass down. 

"Oh, that reminds me. We forgot about his other foot. Can't let it feel "left" out!" Patton joked. As Roman laughed at the pun, Logan leapt to his feet and made a run for it. "Get him!" Roman exclaimed. Both he and Patton ran down the halls, chasing after Logan until the creative Side had an idea. "Let's split up." Roman suggested. Patton nodded and the two went in different directions. As Patton started catching up to Logan from behind, the logical Side became too distracted with trying to outrun him to even notice Roman right in front of the stairs, ready to catch him. "Gotcha!" Roman proclaimed, grabbing Logan and putting him over his shoulders. "Roman, you put me down this instant!" Logan yelled as he was carried downstairs. "If you insist." Roman said, bringing Logan down to the floor and pinning him down by straddling his back, right below his ribcage, leaving him lying on his stomach. "Uh-oh. Looks like you're trapped again." Patton giggled, sitting himself down on Logan's calves and grabbing his foot. Logan couldn't deny he was feeling very vulnerable right now and there was no way out. He rested his head in his arms and sighed. 

"Just get it over with." Logan mumbled. "Get what over with? Could you please provide a little more clarity?" Roman teased. Logan was ashamed of the whimper that escaped his lips. Why was it so hard to do this? "Come on, Logan. You can do it. It's just one little word. Actually, it kinda sounds like two words. Tick all. Like, tick all that apply. Try imagining you're saying that." Patton advised. Logan felt himself relax more at the suggestion but he was still a little apprehensive. Roman could sense his discomfort and moved his hand towards Logan's and he instantly grabbed it and squeezed it for emotional support, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "Tickle me!" Logan blurted out. "I'd love to! Thanks for asking!" Patton exclaimed, scratching under Logan's toes. Logan didn't bother holding back his happy laughter and swore he heard Roman say "Good job." but wasn't entirely sure. Safe to say he wasn't going to get any work done this afternoon, but perhaps having fun with your family of friends was just as important.

The End.

[lovelyemerald]

Glad you liked my fic on Olivia's Tumblr with the core four Sides being "hungry for raspberries". Think the break I took improved my writing, but now I got another problem: too many ideas to work with and can't focus on one, lol

~Anne Onymous

Ah your welcome! I love fanfiction and reading it! Breaks are always healthy and stuff. I hope you come out of it better! And have fun writing!! :3

[mistbornthief]

Hiii!!! I wanted to ask, do you have a spare account for blocked videos on youtube?

There are two of your videos I need desperately!! :(

Hello!!!

I do not have a spare channel, I kinda just take the L because the videos usually get spotted and blocked again anyway BUT im guessing you're looking for the Fangs of Fortune videos bc they're the only ones I have gotten blocked recently lmao and there's two of them so I have good and bad news.

The good news - I reuploaded this one to my channel and as of rn it is unblocked - https://youtu.be/4dIskyyoRzE

The bad news - the other one I haven't reuploaded anywhere I'm afraid, though maybe in a couple of months when the hype's died down

Those are the only two for FoF I've made as of yet but if you're looking for a different blocked video (My Journey To You, LBFAD) lmk i still have them saved so i can see what i can do bc my ego loves validation

[gigglynerdlogan]

Peek-A-Boo! I See You!

(This is a submission from Anne Onymous!! :) Thanks, and hope you all enjoy!)

...

Roman couldn't remember how he got himself into this. One minute he's watching Pooh's Heffalump Movie with Patton, the next he's pinned down to the floor and being tickled by the fatherly figure. He seemed to be feeling extra teasy today because he was using every form of baby-talk under the sun, a.k.a the one teasing method Roman just cannot handle at all! "Cootchie cootchie coo, Roman! Tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton teased. Roman managed to pull his wrists out of Patton's free hand that was holding them above his head and hid his face in his hands as an attempt to cover his blush and muffle his laughter, which seemed to cause Patton to stop his tickle attack.

"How odd. Roman seems to have vanished. He was just here. Where has my sweet little prince gone?" Patton joked. Roman giggled and removed his hands. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed, continuing his attack on Roman's poor sensitive tummy. Roman squealed and hid his face again, unable to properly process the tease, causing Patton to stop again. "Where did Roman go? He disappeared again. Where oh where could he be?" Patton fake-pondered. "You need new glasses, I'm right here!" Roman exclaimed, quickly moving his hands away. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed again, wiggling his fingers in Roman's sensitive hollows.

Despite the overwhelming sensations and his own loud, boisterous laughter, Roman managed to put 2 and 2 together. Every time he covered his face, Patton would stop; and when he uncovered his face, he treated it like a game of peek-a-boo. It's a new tease. He made a mental note to warn Virgil since everyone knew he was Patton's favourite Side to tickle. But for now, he wasn't sure how much more he could take on his worst spot. "HAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman begged. "Awww, ok, Ro-Ro. Don't wanna tire out my favourite wittle prince, now do I?" Patton asked rhetorically, moving down to Roman's ribs.

"Ahahand stohohop bahaby-tahahalking! Hahahahaha!" Roman laughed. "But why? Can wittle Wo-Wo not handle a wittle teasing?" Patton teased. "Pahahat, seheheriohously! I'm wahaharning yohohou!" Roman chuckled. "Are you sure you're in any position to make threats right now, Roman?" Patton asked. "I wohohon't wahahatch mohohovies with yohohou for a mohohohonth!" Roman cackled. Patton decided not to risk it and stopped everything. He got off Roman's waist and helped him back onto the couch. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeheah, it just stihill tihickles a lihittle." Roman giggled. "Oof, phantom tickles. It should go away in a minute or two." Patton reassured, rubbing Roman's back. As Roman's giggles turned to yawns, he snuggled into Patton as the two enjoyed a nice nap on the couch.

The End.

[kanene-yaaay]

Tickle The Giggles Away (Submission)

Warnings: This is a submission! Any and every credit for the story goes to Anne Onymous. Here we have Lee!Patton and Ler!Virgil. Raspberries. Around 1.000 words.

[~*~]

Patton wasn't sure why he was so giddy today. Since the moment he woke up this morning, he felt so giggly and happy. At breakfast, he almost spat out his cereal laughing at an accidental pun Logan made. When having a childhood shows marathon with Roman, he was bouncing with giggles the whole time. Even in the evening when Virgil walked into the living room to find Patton lying on the couch just giggling to himself, he was still cheerful. "Someone's in a good mood today." Virgil commented. Patton looked up at Virgil with bright eyes and a beaming smile. "Virgil! Come cuddle!" he exclaimed with grabby hands. Usually Virgil would hesitate or protest Patton's cuddle offers (then always give in) because he had an image to uphold but he just couldn't resist how happy and cuddly Patton looked right now. Virgil rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders before lying next to Patton for a cuddle.

"So, why are you so perky today?" the emo asked the father figure. "I don't know, I just woke up like this." Patton giggled. "Just don't let Logan see you like this so late, otherwise he'll lecture you about calming down before bed and all that." Virgil said as he casually started spooning Patton, squeezing his sides. Patton laughed and squirmed in response. "That tickles!" he giggled. "Oh, sorry Pat." Virgil apologised. "It's ok." Patton reassured. "Oh, so you LIKE being tickled, huh?" Virgil teased, tasing Patton's sides. The fatherly trait squealed and laughed as he nodded. "You know, it is getting late and we'll all have to go to bed soon. Which means if you're ever gonna get any sleep tonight, you're gonna need to get all those giggles out. And what better way to do it than letting me tickle all those giggles out? You in?" Virgil asked normally, as if there wasn't a giggly wiggling man in his arms. Nevertheless, Patton nodded, giving Virgil permission to continue.

Virgil went from poking and scribbling over Patton's sides to spidering all over his tummy with both hands, immediately causing the dad character to burst into a fit of laughter. "Hahahahaha! This is reheheally fuhuhuhun!" Patton chuckled. Virgil swore his heart was going to burst. Sometimes Patton was just too precious. Virgil slowly began to move his wiggling fingers from Patton's tummy to his armpits. The melodious giggles that soon followed were no short of adorable. "Ehehehehehe! It's sohohohoho tickly!" Patton squeaked. "That's kind of the point, Patton. This would be really awkward if it wasn't." Virgil remarked. Patton didn't even respond to Virgil's comment as he was too lost in his giggles to say anything. "Hey! Earth to Patton! I'm talking to you!" Virgil teased as he started scribbling his fingers all over Patton's ribs, causing him to squeal and laugh with renewed strength. "Hahahahaha! Sohohohorry!" Patton replied.

"Had enough yet?" Virgil asked. "Nohohoho! Mohohore tickles, plehehease!" Patton answered. "Your wish is my command, Giggles." Virgil said. He had to admit this was fun for him too, not just Patton. It felt good to just goof off and be playful. Feeling the silliness really start to hit him, Virgil took a large breath and blew a raspberry right on Patton's neck. He certainly wasn't expecting the very loud cackles that soon followed. "GAHAHAHAHA! VIRGIHIHIL, PLEHEHEASE!" Patton bellowed. Not hearing a "stop", Virgil repeated the action. "OKAY, OKAHAHAY! I'M DOHOHOHOHONE!" Patton shrieked. Virgil immediately removed his lips from Patton's neck and stilled his fingers. "Did I go too far?" Virgil asked, worried he might've pushed him over the limit, but Patton shook his head "no".

"How do you feel?" Virgil asked. "I feel all loopy." Patton giggled, but his giggles turned into a yawn. "And sleepy." Patton confessed. "Ok then, Sleepyhead. Let's get you upstairs to bed." Virgil said as he tried to get up, but Patton clinged onto him. "Nooo." he whined. "What if I carry you?" Virgil offered. Patton nodded with a sleepy grin. Virgil cradled Patton and carried him bridal style upstairs to his room. He summoned both their onesies onto themselves and tucked Patton into bed, removing his glasses carefully. Virgil was about to walk out when he felt Patton grab his arm, causing him to turn around. "Stay?" Patton asked quietly, doing his best puppy-dog eyes which caused Virgil to sigh. "Ok. Just for tonight." Virgil whispered. He climbed into bed with Patton and the two of them cuddled as they soon fell fast asleep.

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Kanene's notes: I AM SO SOOOOFT RIGHT NOW NO ONE LOOKS AT ME!! No, but, like, I am totlly WEAK for soft Moxiety and then you go and write such a lovely thing? Patton clearly having so much fun and being so open about it with Virgil being all teasy and caring too? My heart is meeeeelted I am telling ya! x33

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