#Sanders Sides Tickling

[oliviaischillin1204]

Imagine Pre-Accepting Anxiety Virgil walking into the common room and seeing the Light Sides having a tickle fight. Now he has to find a way to keep his tough guy act while dealing with being a secret lee!

HAPPY TICKLETOBER EVERYONE!!! we're starting off strong with this ask, sent to me on jun 18 2020 lmaooooooooooo. if this prompt seems familiar, it's b/c it was also sent to @why-not-a-tickle-blog around the same time! (link to her story here!) and when i tell you've literally been working on this wip on and off ever since i got it,,,,, i am such a wip harder AJDFHGHDJ

and now, without further ado, let's let tickletober 2024 begin!

tickletober day 1- "anticipation"

word count: 7,580 words

So... the Light Sides were weird.

Virgil knew that way before he’d started hanging around their little group. From movie nights to sing-alongs to family dinners, they were overall obnoxiously chummy and irritatingly comfortable with each other.

Case in point: when Virgil finally managed to roll out of bed at about two in the afternoon, there was a strange sound in the air. Not Princey’s singing, or Logic’s lecturing, or even Morality’s incessantly cheerful... whatever he does. 

After reapplying his smeared eye shadow, he meandered out of his room and headed to the common area. As he got closer, it sounded like... laughter?

He huffed a sigh as he swung himself down the stairs.

“Can you all please keep it down--”

Virgil froze, one hand on the railing as he took in the scene before him.

There were the three Light Sides, but he’d never seen them like this. Princey-- ugh, fine, Roman-- was lying on the floor, but what caught Virgil’s eye was the state of disarray he seemed to be in. Next to him was Patton, sitting cross legged and looking similarly rumpled, and next to Patton was Logan, who was normal except for the blush riding high on his cheeks.

That wasn’t the weirdest part, though. The weirdest part was the way Logan was pinching at Roman’s knees and thighs with a careful accuracy, or the way Roman was reaching to vibrate his fingers all over Patton’s stomach, or the Patton had a hand on both Logan’s and Roman’s sides and was squeezing away with reckless abandon. Or the way all three were laughing together in delight at the tickle fight Virgil had somehow managed to walk in on.

Speaking of Virgil: when he processed the scene happening before him, he couldn’t help but let out a surprised little gasp. That noise, quiet as it was in the chaotic room, still managed to stop the other three in their tracks, and they all turned to look at him.

Patton, of course, was the first to speak. “Well, hey, Anxiety!”

“Um--” was all Virgil managed to say. His face turned hot, and he prayed that it wasn’t as bright red as it felt. He gripped the railing under his hand and avoided eye contact. “I--”

Roman scoffed, hurriedly sitting up and pulling away from Logan’s tickly hands.

“Is there something we can help you with, villain?” he asked brusquely, but Virgil got the feeling that he was more embarrassed that Virgil saw him getting tickled than annoyed that the anxious side was there. Still, his words were enough to snap Virgil out of his spell, and he managed to roll his eyes.

“I said,” he repeated, hoping his voice wouldn’t fail him, “would you please keep it down? You’re gonna wake the whole Mind Palace with your... game.”

There was the crack in his voice; Virgil knew it was going to come, and he felt himself grow even warmer. Thankfully, no one commented on it.

“Apologies, Anxiety,” Logan said, straightening his glasses. “We didn’t intend to be so loud. We got... carried away.”

Patton giggled, his hands creeping back to Logan and Roman’s sides. “’Carried away’ sure is one way to put it, guys--”

The other two swatted his hands away, but Virgil caught the flustered grins that adorned both of their faces. Their eyes darted back to Virgil, and he swallowed, suddenly feeling very out of place.

“Uh, okay, fine. Whatever. I’m going back to bed.”

He turned on his heel and marched up the stairs, ignoring Logan’s calls about maintaining a proper sleep schedule, as he tried to stop thinking about what he’d just witnessed.

It wasn’t working. All he could think about now was tickling. How often did the Light Sides tickle each other? Was it often? Who was the most ticklish, and who was the best tickler? Was it always the three of them altogether?

Would they let him join, if he asked?

Virgil’s eyes widened at the thought that just ran through his head. No. Absolutely not, no way, don’t pass go and don’t collect $200.

Like, fine, maybe there was a small part of him that was maybe, just a little, interested in the concept of tickling. And... maybe there was an even smaller part of him that found the idea of being tickled by the Light Sides-- any of them-- somewhat intriguing.

But, fuck. He was Anxiety, for fuck’s sake. He couldn’t like stuff like that. If he asked to be a part of their stupid little game, they’d never let him live it down.

... But. Maybe if he didn’t ask?

He slowly stopped walking as he thought it over in his head. It wasn’t an awful idea. The Light Sides were weird enough that maybe, if he played his cards right, he might be able to lure them into tickling him without him asking.

Honestly, if the idea had come to him on another day, he probably would’ve shoved it way back to the back of his mind and pretended it had no appeal to him. But he could practically still hear the Light Sides’ laughter ringing in his ears, and as much as he was loathe to admit it, he kinda wanted to be a part of their game. So his plan was made.

~

His first target was Patton, which made sense for a lot of reasons. Patton seemed to tolerate him more than the other Light Sides-- more than tolerate, to be honest; it was as if he actually kinda liked him. Another good thing about Patton was his attitude: while Virgil normally found that much cheer to be a little nauseating, he couldn’t deny that if anyone was going to start an impromptu tickle fight, it would be Patton.

“Thanks for helping me with these cookies, Anxiety!” Patton said, bringing Virgil out of his thoughts and back to the present situation. He leaned against the counter, trying his hardest to appear open and approachable.

“Whatever,” he replied. “I don’t really have anything better to do, so. Uh. Yeah.”

Fuck, why was he always so awkward?

Whatever-- at least Patton didn’t seem to notice or care; instead, he was focused on pulling out all of the supplies and ingredients and laying them on the counter.

“Okay, first up is the dry ingredients!” he instructed. “Kiddo, you wanna hand me the flour?”

Virgil nodded, pushing himself off of the counter. “Where is it?”

“It’s, uh...”

Patton paused, looking around he kitchen, and Virgil smirked a little as he was reminded that the paternal figure wasn’t nearly as good at cooking as he implied.

“Oh! It’s right up there!” he finally chirped, pointing past Virgil to one of the cabinets. Virgil followed his finger to the very top shelf of the cabinet.

His eyes widened. Finally, an opportunity.

As casually as possible, he moved to the cabinet and braced on hand on the counter. The other hand, he raised high in the air, stretching out his entire body and putting himself in a very vulnerable position. He even stood on his tiptoes as he stretched, hoping Patton would take the hint and deliver what Virgil wanted.

He reached for the flour for as long as he reasonably could, but after about ten seconds, he had no choice but to grab it and pull it down. He turned around, only to find Patton carefully measuring out baking soda, not even paying attention to Virgil’s attempts at vulnerability.

Virgil kicked himself internally, and after a moment he moved forward and dropped the flour onto the counter.

“Here,” he said shortly. Patton turned, giving him a wide smile.

“Thanks, bud!” he said earnestly, opening the bag and grabbing his measuring cup. “Wanna do this one for me while I get started on the eggs?”

Virgil blinked. He’d kinda forgotten that his whole excuse for hanging out with Patton was baking cookies. “Um, sure.”

Patton gave him yet another sunny smile, and Virgil felt compelled to give him a small one in return as he accepted the measuring cup from him.

The two worked together, measuring and mixing ingredients as Patton chattered away. It was-- kinda nice, to be real? Like, maybe Virgil should offer to do this more often, and if he weren’t in one of the most massive lee moods he’d ever been in in his life, he’d probably be able to appreciate it more.

“Alright, time to get these babies on a cookie sheet!” Patton announced, handing a big spoon for Virgil to use. “And afterwards, don’t tell Logan, but we’re totally gonna lick the bowl.”

Virgil nodded, but he didn’t wanna give up on his mission just yet. “Um... can I, uh, get anything else for you?”

Patton turned and looked at him, blinking in surprise before his smile brightened.

“Well, sure, kiddo!” he replied. “There are some chocolate chips on the top shelf, do we wanna add some of those?”

He pointed to the cabinet that was right above them, and Virgil’s heart beat faster. This was it.

“Sure,” he replied as casually as possible. “I’ll get them.”

He placed a hand on the counter to brace himself, and raised the arm closest to Patton as high as he could reach, pretending to scrabble around for the bag of chocolate chips for a few seconds longer than necessary. He even angled his body as subtly as he could, so that his midriff was practically in Patton’s face as he left himself totally exposed.

But nothing happened.

Virgil frowned, but after a few seconds grabbed the bag from the cabinet anyway, lowering himself back to the floor as he broke the seal on the baggie.

“Here,” he muttered, passing it to Patton without making eye contact. There was the slightest pause, but then the bag was lifted from his hand with no more than a cheery, “Thanks!”

Virgil felt himself suppress a sigh as he helped Patton mix in the chocolate chips. Well. On one hand, he got to spend some time with Patton (and even got cookies out of the deal). On the other hand, his genius plot to get tickled had failed with his first target. It was time for target number two.

~

The sound of operatic singing through the halls of the Mind Palace lead Virgil directly to his next target.

He sighed as he nibbled on one of the chocolate chip cookies he and Patton had made, trying to dispel some of his nervous energy before he reached the living room. It wasn’t even just nerves about his current... desires (although there were plenty of those inside of him right now) but-- fuck, he didn’t do this, he didn’t hang around in the common areas like the rest of them, and if it would be totally weird for him to even try, and they were gonna get angry at him, and it would make getting to know them even more difficult in the future-- 

“Oh, Anxiety.” 

A voice full of suspicion snapped him back to reality. He blinked and realized that he’d made it to the living room, where Roman was standing with some sheet music in hand, rehearsing for some musical, based on how loudly he’d been singing moments before.

“To what do I owe the displeasure?” he continued, eyes narrowed sharply. Virgil mentally shook himself and put on his trademark ‘evil’ smirk.

“Hey there, Princey,” he drawled, holding out the Tupperware container in his hand. “Wanna cookie?”

Roman peered down at the peace offering like it was a bomb. “From you? What, are they poisoned?”

“Yep, I poisoned the cookies,” Virgil deadpanned. “That’s why I’m eating one right in front of you, genius.”

He counted the look of embarrassed realization on Roman’s face as a small victory. 

“Well-- well, you might’ve poisoned all but one of them, just to throw me off!” Roman added haughtily. “So, ha!” 

Virgil raised an eyebrow at him. “Ha.” He looked at Roman for a moment more before taking another bite. “Well, you were rude to me, so now you get no cookies.”

“What-- hey!” Roman replied indignantly. He moved to Virgil, but the dark side easily held the box out of reach. “Anxiety! That’s not fair!”

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder than that to get these cookies,” Virgil said smugly. He was all to aware of how exposed he was making himself-- it would take so little effort for Roman to grab his side, or scribble at his armpit, or...

But, as expected, nothing came of it, and instead Roman moved away with a derisive sniff.

“Whatever,” he said, turning away. “Even if they’re not poisoned, you probably added salt instead of sugar and cumin instead of cinnamon--”

Virgil narrowed his eyes in annoyance. “Hey, Patton and I made them together, and they’re actually good, so--"

Suddenly Roman's arm shot out, taking advantage of Virgil's distraction to swipe a cookie from the box. “Ha! Got one, thank you!”

Virgil blinked. “You--"

He cut himself off at the genuinely triumphant grin on Roman's face, and it took more willpower than he would've admitted to keep from smiling along.

"Yes, yes, you’re very smart," he said, flopping on the couch and rolling his eyes. "Shut up.”

As he reclined against the sofa, he let his eyes drift shut (insomnia's a bitch, even for a man on a mission to get wrecked), but very quickly it became clear that the other side was going to make a fuckin' production out of eating this cookie.

“Mmm... Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm!" Roman pondered with his mouth full. He waved his arms emphatically as he continued, "This is just the most scrumptious, the most divine, the most splendiferous cookie I’ve ever--”

Virgil's eyes snapped open. “Are you always this dramatic and loud? I’m trying to relax.”

That caught the creative side's attention. Roman turned to look at Virgil with his regular suspicion back in his eyes.

“Relax? Here?”

His tone made Virgil tense up behind his cocky facade. “What about it?”

A few second went by as Roman looked at him skeptically. “Nothing, it’s just... You’re always in your room, hiding away like a hermit in a cave.”

“Hiding?" Virgil repeated, eyes narrowed. "What, from you? Not likely.”

Roman moved closer, suddenly leaning over Virgil's laid out form and coming just inches away from his face.

“Aw, don't tell me that I scare you, little Anxiety?”

With that one sentence, Virgil mood came back even stronger than before. There was something in Roman’s voice-- either his teasing tone or his babyish words-- that made Virgil’s stomach do a completely rude and uncalled-for flip, but he merely rolled his eyes.

“The only thing scary about you is your ego,” he retorted. He scanned Roman up and down before closing his eyes again. “Otherwise, you’re just soft.”

Roman scoffed, turning to leave. “Shut up.”

“Make me, loser.”

He watched Roman’s back as he froze in place, and slowly the creative side turned back around.

“You wanna say that again?”

Virgil felt his breath catch, but he forced himself to stay calm. Now was his chance.

He opened his eyes, shooting Roman the cockiest smile he could muster.

“What, make me?”

The prince was glowering at him, his arms folded across his chest. When he spoke, it was in a deep, smooth voice that sent a shiver down Virgil’s spine.

“You don’t want me to make you.”

Virgil smirked, folding his arms behind his head and gazing up at Roman with a smug look on his face.

“I’d like to see you try, Princey.”

That was it. Roman’s eyes narrowed, dark and competitive, and Virgil had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing preemptively.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he muttered lowly, stalking over to Virgil and-- holy shit, he actually straddled Virgil’s waist and placed his hands on either side of his torso, and this was happening, this was happening, this was--

“Oh my goodness gracious, there it is!”

Roman voice derailed Virgil’s train of thought, and he blinked in confusion at the creative side, who wasn’t even looking at him anymore.

“What--?”

Roman laughed lightly, reaching over Virgil’s head and pulling something out from between the couch cushions.

“My sketchbook!” he said triumphantly, shifting off of Virgil and flipping through the pages. “Finally, I’ve been looking for it forever. I had this great idea where I can use a mix of paint and glitter glue to--”

Virgil’s head spun with the shift in the conversation as Roman rambled about his newest project. The anticipatory tension in his stomach started to lessen, leaving him feeling dazed and confused.

“Um, you-- so-- you--”

Roman wasn’t even listening to him; he easily stood up from the couch-- and Virgil definitely did not try to lean into his touch as he moved away, shut up-- and moved toward the door.

“I must get started right away! My paintbrushes aren’t going to wait any longer!”

He hurried out of the room, leaving Virgil alone on the couch, face flushed and mind full of visions of how exactly he wanted Roman to use those paintbrushes.

He dropped his face into his hands. Why was this so hard?

~

The rest of the afternoon passed without another little event like that-- Virgil had been so flustered, he’d had to go back to his room for several hours, alternating between screaming into a pillow at his own awkwardness, and daring to reminisce about the feeling of Roman's weight pinning him down.

This was such a bad idea. Not only were there a million ways it could go wrong (he could make a fool of himself, he could genuinely cross someone's boundaries on accident, his plan could be found out and his desires could be rejected-- the list goes on) but now he also had to deal with coming so tantalizing close to what he wants more than anything, only to have it slip just out of his reach.

He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night, flopping back on his bed--

pressed against the couch cushions, Roman easily holding you down with one hand as the other searches all over for the exact spot to make you beg for mercy, which you know he won't give you, he wants to make you scream--

Immediately he shot up again, face flushed. God, he was jumpy tonight, and that was saying something. He stood up, stepping cautiously around the piles of clothes on the floor to work some of his jitters out. He tried to recall some of the simple exercises Logan had shown him once to help relax him before bed: rolling his neck and shoulders, twisting back and forth to crack his back, raising his arms and stretching them high to the sky--

Patton right behind you, grabbing your hands and holding them nice and tight as he laughs and whispers in your ear, taking full advantage of your riding-up shirt to spider all over that one tickle spot just above your belly button--

His arms snapped down with a choked-off gasp.

Okay. Being in his room was fucking with him. That was definitely why he was feeling jittery and twitchy and sensitive to his own shirt rubbing against his skin. No other reason.

... He had to get out of there.

Grabbing his phone and flipping up his hood, Virgil slid back out into the hallway. It was later in the evening, past dinner time (well, past the time the Light Sides had dinner-- his dinner would involve cold leftovers eaten in front of the fridge at 2 AM) and the Mind Palace was quiet.

Well... mostly quiet.

Virgil crept down the hall to the top of the stairs. From the top, he could make out some sound coming from the living room-- no laughter this time, thankfully, but some quiet droning noises coming from the TV. Probably Patton or Roman-- Logan didn't watch much TV.

Virgil stood with one hand clasped to the stair railing like a life line. He gnawed on his lip, a fluttery, delicate feeling lighting up his chest.

He wanted to try this. There were very few things Virgil ever, ever wanted to try... but he wanted to try this. It was clearly something that was normal among the Light Sides, and-- and despite what he'd previously thought, they don't actually... seem to despise his company. This was-- this was something he could ask for, even just to ask, and even he could admit that the idea of one of them saying yes wasn't impossible.

All at once he lunged down the stairs, feet thumping loudly as he got closer to the living room. He would do it-- he'd go right over to the couch and shove his feet onto someone's lap and surely then, surely then, someone would take pity on him and just freaking tickle him already!

Virgil rounded the corner into the living room, and before he could question himself he hopped over the arm of the couch and threw himself down on the cushions, shoving his feet directly onto the lap of the side sitting at the other end of the couch.

Immediately, he felt two inquisitive eyes boring into him in bewilderment.

"... Anxiety?" Logan asked. "Are you alright?"

Aaaaaaand there went all of Virgil's confidence. He hadn't planned for Logan to be there, not now, not when his mood was at an all time high and he was face to face with the person least likely to do anything about it.

Virgil ignored the tense, mortified feeling in his stomach. “Yup.” A beat, and then he pulled out his phone, as if he hadn't just jumped over the couch just to put his feet in Logan's lap--

“Can I... do something for you?” Logan continued.

Yes, you can pull my socks off and hold my ankles down and--

“Nope.”

Silence fell once again. Virgil was all too aware of his body, too tense to move a muscle or disrupt Logan any further.

“Is this comfortable for you? To have your feet on my lap?”

But... he'd come this far, he'd already pushed past the walls he'd built between himself and the other sides. If nothing else, if this plan failed and he never got what he wanted, at least he could say that he tried.

He shrugged. “Yeah."

He felt Logan's eyes on him a moment longer.

“Very well, then.”

Logan turned back to the TV, and Virgil felt himself wavering already. This was maybe his most ill-conceived idea yet-- they weren't even doing anything together, not really, and try as he might he couldn't think of any way to engage Logan in conversation about anything, let alone anything related to tickling--

“Hey, gang!”

Virgil froze, his stomach plummeting. He shot a desperate glance at Logan, but the logical side paid him no mind as Patton and Roman entered the room, carrying snacks and blankets.

“Ah,” Logan said, turning to the two of them without another glance in Virgil’s direction. “I had forgotten that was tonight.”

Virgil couldn’t help letting out a sigh of frustration, making Roman raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, and I suppose you’re just too cool to deign to join our movie night, huh, Doom and Gloom?”

“Now, Roman, don’t be mean,” Patton gently chastised, placing the snacks on the table and beaming down at Virgil. “We’re happy to have you with us, Anxiety! It’s about time you start joining our group activities.”

Like tickle fights? Virgil thought but didn't say. His ever-growing lee mood was making him feel all fuzzy, and all he could think about as he looked between the three other sides was Patton’s hands, Logan’s fingers, and Roman’s voice, all teasing and tormenting him in unison.

“Whatever,” he finally said, forcing himself to shrug blithely. “I don’t really care--”

He cut himself off with a choked gasp as Roman leaned down and abruptly picked up Virgil into a bridal carry. They stayed still as Patton sat down next to Logan, rearranging the blankets and chattering innocently about what movie to watch, but all Virgil could focus on was the feeling of Roman’s hands on his body and the teasy, squirmy feeling building up in his chest and stomach.

“Are you staying with us or not?” Roman asked lowly, and Virgil had to fight the urge to squeak as his warm breath hit his ear. 

“Uh-- sure.”

Roman hummed, and then he was leaning forward, dropping Virgil into Patton’s lap with his feet resting on Logan’s thighs.

“Woah!” Patton chuckled, looking at Virgil with amusement. “Comfy, kiddo?”

Virgil face flushed red. “I-- I didn’t--”

“He’s gonna stay anyway, and we all know he likes to sit in weird places, so,” Roman explained, flopping down on the couch next to Patton and throwing an arm over the back of the couch. He pulled a pillow into his lap and gently pushed Virgil back by his shoulder, until the Dark Side somehow found himself stretched between all three of them on the couch.

“Anxiety, is this acceptable for you?” Logan asked distantly, and Virgil peeked up to find him observing him closely. Virgil froze in his gaze for what felt like far too long, but eventually managed a short nod.

Patton clapped. “Awesome! Now we all get to hang out together. It’ll be so fun!”

He leaned forward to grab the remote, and Virgil swore he could feel his hands as they ghosted over his stomach. He squirmed minutely, both hoping that no one would call him out on how flustered he was, and praying that they would.

This was way more than he was expecting.

"Ah," Logan said as the movie began playing. "I do love this opening number."

He moved like he was folding his hands in his lap, but really, he placed his hands directly onto the tops of Virgil's ankles. The music started, and Logan-- Logan tapped out a rhythm against Virgil's skin, matching the tempo of the music on the TV.

Virgil clenched his jaw so quickly he wondered if they could hear it. It... didn't tickle, not really. The touch was too light, too quick, too inconsequential to really light his nerves in any way. But the anticipation was there, bubbling inside him, and he found himself shifting his legs restlessly at the touch.

"Is something wrong, Anxiety?" Logan asked, and Virgil paused. It-- it must've been his imagination, that spark in Logan's eye that matched the spark in Virgil's stomach. "No," he said, just slightly breathless. Logan hummed and returned his eyes to the screen.

Then his hands moved: one hand tapping more firmly against his ankle, and the other running its nails along the top of Virgil's foot.

Virgil tensed every muscle in his legs; it was so much worse this time-- not only did being stretched out make Virgil feel so much more vulnerable, but now there were two other people he had to hide his reactions from. Roman was right there, for God's sake, his face mere inches above Virgil's-- Virgil had to turn his head completely toward the TV just to hide the small smile that was already on his face.

He stayed in that position as the movie played, but he couldn't tell you anything that was happening on the screen. All he could focus on was Logan's fingers as they slowly migrated from trailing the top of his foot, to tapping directly over his socked toes, to drawing delicate circles along the ball of his foot. His other hand stayed on Virgil's ankle-- like a restraint.

Virgil felt flushed, and prayed that the dark lighting of the room would cover it. Distantly he heard Patton laughing, and he could feel Roman's chest rumble where it was pressed against his shoulder.

And then he felt Logan take all five fingers right to the center of Virgil's sole and tickle.

"Nah-hahaha!" Virgil screamed, yanking his leg back and just barely missing Patton's face with his knee. He felt both Patton and Roman jump underneath him.

"Anxiety, are you okay?" Patton asked in a panicked voice. He didn't even seem bothered that Virgil had almost thrown his knee into his nose.

Roman looked down at Virgil with bewilderment. "Jiminy Crickets, is the movie that funny to you?"

“Ah,” Logan said. “My hypothesis was correct.”

Virgil froze.

Patton quirked his head. “You have a hypothesis?”

Roman eyed down at Virgil suspiciously for just a moment more before gesturing to Logan. “Please, Teach, explain."

Alarm bells went off in Virgil's head. He was suddenly desperate to leave the entire situation before it was too late, but Logan's hand resting on his ankle felt like a vice he couldn't escape.

“Well," Logan began in his lecture voice, "for the past few hours, Anxiety has been expressing an interest in becoming closer with the three of us through quality time, amicable banter, and excessive physical contact. The physical contact is really what gave it away, but it all comes down to the fact that this change in behavior occurred immediately after Anxiety walked in on our... roughhousing this morning.”

Virgil was distracted by the way Logan tried to avoid saying the word tickle (and man, Virgil thought, it’d be so much fun to see him forced to say it, oh my god shut up brain) but Patton’s gasp of understanding brought him back to his present situation. He looked away from the moral side, but to his distress he found himself face to face with Roman, who was looking at him with a growing interest.

“Wait a minute,” he said slowly. Virgil squirmed.

“Shut up.”

“Are you telling me--”

“Princey, I swear to God, if you don’t stop talking right now--”

Suddenly Patton’s hand was on his leg, his fingers pressing in just above his knee, and Virgil’s words turned into a choked gasp.

Patton quirked his head. “Are you ticklish, kiddo?”

Virgil’s mouth opened and shut. “I-- I--”

And of course, Logan chose that moment to drag his nails all the way down Virgil’s foot, the hand resting on Virgil's ankle suddenly tightening to keep him from jerking away as his fingers wiggled right against Virgil's tickle spots.

Virgil couldn’t help it: he squealed, loudly, and immediately buried his face in his hands.

“That seems to be the answer to that question,” Logan said, sounding far too pleased with himself for Virgil’s taste. “The more important question, however, is whether or not Anxiety wants to be tickled. Although I believe we know that answer to that question, as well.”

Even with his face behind his hands, Virgil felt all three pairs of eyes on him.

"I--" he squeaked, then coughed, blatantly stalling for time as his mind spun in circles. "I-- um-- you don't-- I guess--"

"Kiddo, is that really what you've been trying to do all day long?" Patton asked gently. Virgil made one short, choked sound, and nodded rapidly.

"... So when I told you to be quiet earlier," Roman said slowly, "and you said 'make me'... that was you trying to get tickled?"

A beat, and then Virgil nodded again. He quickly debated the merits of allowing himself to be swallowed by the floor.

"Well..."

Logan's voice was laced with something that Virgil was wholly unprepared for.

"It would be a shame," he continued nonchalantly, "if Anxiety came so far out of his figurative shell only to not receive any recognition or praise for how difficult that must have been. Perhaps some positive reinforcement will help encourage him to continue this behavior in the future."

Logan didn't even have to finish his sentence before Roman dove for Virgil's wrists. Virgil yanked as hard as he could, but Roman was in a better position and easily managed to pull his arms above his head. Immediately Virgil's fight or flight instincts kicked in, and he was about to start literally kicking (even though his brain was screaming at his body to shut up stop it play dead holy shit they're giving you what you want) before Patton leaned as far over his torso as he could manage, keeping his middle pinned in place.

"Anxiety..." he cooed, actually cooed, and yup Virgil was totally gonna die. "Wanna look at me, sweetheart?"

It took Virgil a second to realize that his eyes were screwed shut in anticipation. He peeked out only to find Patton looking at him with the most soft, loving, mughy-gushy expression Virgil had ever seen, especially directed towards him. It made him feel like he was melting.

"When we play our tickle games," he continued, "we always say 'red' when we need a break. Is that okay for you, too?"

Virgil couldn't even speak, so he gave a jerky nod.

"For safety, we should proceed slowly," Logan said, "in order not to overwhelm him." The way Logan was talking to the others like Virgil wasn't there sent a small thrill down his spine.

"I disagree," Roman replied. "I think our poor, sweet Anxiety has waited much too long already." His upside-down grin made Virgil want to spit curses up at him, except he was pretty sure the only thing that would come out if he opened his mouth were pathetic squeals.

"Where should we begin?" the creative side continued, tracing his thumbs around the soft skin of Virgil's wrist. "His... bright red ears? Or his wiggly hips? Or his bouncy little tummy?"

"Fuck off," Virgil gasped.

Roman clicked his tongue. "Temper! Patton doesn't like swearing!"

"Oh, let him fuss," Patton replied. "This is all very overwhelming for him, it's okay! If I had known you liked tickling too, Anxiety, I would've gladly done it for you a long time ago!"

"I don't--"

Then Virgil gasped, and fell into helpless frantic giggles. In unison Roman and Patton swiveled their heads to look at Logan.

"There's no use in lying now, Anxiety," he said calmly, his fingers flicking and fluttering all over Virgil's soles. "We all know that if you didn't like tickling, you wouldn't let us do this at all. Ergo you must enjoy tickling, more specifically being tickled, otherwise you wouldn't have put yourself in this position in the first place. Does that make sense?"

Virgil couldn't answer, because he was in heaven. Or maybe hell. Logan's fingers were deft and torturous, flitting back and forth faster than Virgil could process. Belatedly he wiggled his feet, trying to hide one behind the other and continuously failing. And damn Logan for real for being so observant, because when he noticed the spot on Virgil's arches that made him kick the hardest, he focused all of his attention there, switching between his feet as fast as he could.

"Wait wait wait, waitwaitwhaihaihaiait!" Virgil couldn't believe the noises that were coming out of his mouth right now. He had never laughed like this around the light sides-- had barely ever laughed at all-- and now they were getting to hear him like this, his giggles embarrassing and dorky and loud--

So loud, in fact, that he barely even heard Logan say, "Patton, would you like a turn?" before ten fingers dove in to vibrate all over his vulnerable, ticklish stomach.

"Nah-ahahahaha!" The shriek that left his lips shocked everyone in the room, and Virgil used the confusion to yank his arms out of Roman's grasp, sitting up and trying to launch off the couch in the same motion. He would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for Patton's meddling arms around his waist.

"Woah!" Patton laughed out. "Easy now, kiddo! Don't wanna waist this chance to get tickled!" On cue he tazed his fingers where they laid in the divots of Virgil's sides, causing the anxious side to jerk and flop like a worm on a string. His hands grappled desperately for Patton's, but he made no progress getting them off before Roman's hand entered his vision.

"Come back here, Gay-Lee Shrilliams!" Roman sang. Blindly, he grappled for Virgil's wrists, grabbing one and yanking him back towards Roman's end of the couch. Virgil was disoriented, and took the time to inhale greedy breaths before he was suddenly flipped around again. Now Logan was sat straddled over his shins, Patton kneeling on the floor beside him, and Roman's chest was pressed against his back with his wrists in each hand.

For a moment there was silence.

"Well," Logan said curtly. "Let's try that again, shall we?"

And immediately his hands were clamped above Virgil's knees, and they were off to the races.

"Ahahahahahahaha!"

"There we are," Logan said, a hint of smugness in his voice as he prodded up and down Virgil's thighs. "We'll have to avoid any further interruptions if we're going to find all of your ticklish spots, Anxiety. Please behave yourself."

"I'm-- you-- nahahaha!" Virgil squealed; Patton had placed his hands on either side of his ribs, and was now squeezing them as if Virgil were a particularly squeaky bagpipe.

"Hold him down!" he called affectionately. "He's a squirmer!"

Virgil gasped through his laughter as the other two followed Patton's instruction; he could feel them rearranging their positions on his arms and legs in order to keep him even more stuck than he already was. Blearily, he turned onto his side as much as possible, facing the back of the couch and weakly attempting to hide his stomach from his ticklers.

"Uh oh, where are you going?" Roman asked, all sugar sweetness. "Is someone trying to hide away? Hm? Big bad Anxiety trying to run away from the tickles?"

Without warning he released one of Virgil's hands, and took it upon himself to use his free hand to investigate all over Virgil's exposed armpit. Virgil spasmed and shrieked. His free hand might as well have not been there at all, considering how absolutely useless it was at protecting his armpit, or his ribs, or--

"Uh oh," Patton cooed, voice sickeningly sweet, and Virgil could only look on in giddy terror as he wiggled his fingers in the air. "Don't think I just forgot about that tummy, Anxiety!"

Just like before, Patton pressed all ten fingers into Virgil's stomach fat, wiggling mercilessly; unlike before, Virgil couldn't shoot himself off the couch with Patton himself kneeling in the way. Logan and Roman had stopped their tickles, but only so they could restrain him even further to avoid another escape attempt.

"Nihihihiehehehehehe!" Virgil didn't even know what he was begging for anymore. For less tickles, or more?

"A ticky-ticky-ticky-ticky-ticky!" Patton sang. "Who's a ticklish goober? Is it Anxiety? I think it is!" He giggled as he easily avoided Virgil's free hand, darting back and forth as it fruitlessly tried to cover his stomach from Patton's wiggling fingers.

Through his teary eyes, Virgil accidentally made eye contact with Roman. He immediately regretted it: both because he saw something akin to actual affection in Princey's eyes (which, gross) but more because he watched that affection slip away to smug mischief.

"Hey, don't be greedy, Padre!" Roman announced. "I want a turn!"

And with that he let go of Virgil's other hand, but the anxious side had no time to do anything about that before he, too, was digging his fingers into Virgil's stomach. Virgil squealed again, arching hid back and curling in on himself over and over in an endless loop. While Patton had no trouble attending to Virgil's tummy pudge, Roman's hands were positioned at the top of his stomach just below his ribs, and he had no issues at all jumping up to pinch and massage along the sensitive bones every few seconds.

"Fascinating," Logan said, and oh god, why did his voice make Virgil feel even more trapped than he already was? "Patton, scoot down a bit. I'd like to try something."

Virgil felt Patton slide his hands slightly up Virgil's torso, still plucking away at his oversensitive nerves like guitar strings.

"Slow down for a moment," Logan instructed, and the others listened, thank God. Virgil took the opportunity to breathe, his eyes screw tightly shut. He couldn't handle seeing Roman's smirk, or Patton's giddiness, or Logan's studying stare.

"I've noticed something in his reactions," the logical side continued. "And I have another hypothesis."

Virgil should've opened his eyes.

If he had, he might've been prepared for when Logan's fingers descended all around his bellybutton and squeezed.

Virgil shrieked. He screamed. He yelled and hollered and wailed and every other synonym he could think of, except he couldn't think at all because Logan was flexing his fingers over and over and over again with terrible, ruthless accuracy. Virgil used all his strength to try to curl up, but with Logan on his hips, Roman behind his back, and Patton in the middle, there was absolutely nothing he could do to protect his tummy from ticklish agony.

"I think we found his favorite spot!" Patton cooed.

Yeah, no fucking shit, Virgil thought wildly. He could barely breathe, his face hurt from smiling, his head was melty with joy, and his innards felt as if he had swallowed a dozen butterflies that continued to dance around inside of him. He felt trapped, and teased, and embarrassed, and desperate, and he--

And he loved it. Oh my God, he loved it. Had he been missing out on this all along?

It took a long, long time before Virgil realized that Logan had stopped. His hands, warm and heavy, laid flat on his stomach, and his palms rubbed firmly against his skin. He blinked his eyes opened-- when had he closed them?-- and realized he was practically lying down again, having slid so much he'd ended up resting his head against Roman's thigh. It took another minute for him to realize that his hand felt strange; looking over, he flushed anew when he saw Patton's large hand wrapped around his own, fingers intertwined. Did Virgil do that?

Reality jolted back into him, and like a bear trap he sprang up and closed in on himself, shrinking away from any touch.

"Um-- I'm done-- red," he stuttered. God, why was he a loser? They had already stopped tickling him, he didn't need to say the safeword-- but his skin still felt alight with nerves, and despite how the whole experience had made him feel, he really didn't think he could handle anymore tonight.

Virgil didn't know why it surprised him that all three of moved back, Logan and Roman scooting to either end of the couch and Patton leaning back on his haunches. It surprised him, but it shouldn't. Because they're them. The light sides, the "others" as he'd always thought of them-- they were nice. Fun. And they cared.

"So..."

And of course, there was Princey to ruin it. Virgil dared to shoot his eyes over and was met with the smuggest goddamn look he's ever seen on Roman's consistently smug face.

"Was it everything you hoped for, sweet Anxiety?" he crowed. Immediately Virgil dropped his face into his hands and groaned.

"Aw, there he goes! Too much sweet talking for such a sourpuss like you?"

Virgil hissed at him, only to hear twin snorts from the other two Sides. He looked up, betrayed.

"Apologies, Anxiety," Logan said, biting his bottom lip as he smiled. Patton was covering his own mouth with both hands. "I can assure you we hold no judgement or mockery for you. It's just that this entire display was... objectively adorable."

"Noooooo..." Virgil whined. He slid down in his seat and covered his face again. His cheeks burned against his palms.

It was only a few seconds before he felt a tap on his knee, and after a moment he lowered his hands enough to peek out beyond his fingers. Patton was there, ducking his head a bit to catch Virgil's eye.

"Was that fun?" he asked gently. A beat. Virgil nodded. "Would you like to do it again?"

Virgil snapped his arms down to his sides and slammed back against his seat. Patton raised his hands placatingly.

"In the future!" he said. "I just mean..."

He looked at the other two Sides before confirming, "Well, I think we all had fun. And we can work out what exactly you're comfortable with later, but... I hope you'd like to do that again sometime."

"Please--" Virgil blurted. "I mean. Yes. I want to. Again."

"Good," Logan said. "Now lay back down."

He looked over, inquisitive, only to flush again as Logan leaned back and patted his lap.

"You can't seriously think I'm gonna fall for that."

"We are not going to tickle you again unless you explicitly ask for it," Logan said (and wow, now Virgil was gonna have to store that away in his anxiety-fantasies, not getting tickled anymore unless he uses his words). "You've just been exerted very quickly in a very short amount of time, you've been anxious and twitchy all day prior to this evening, and even now you're struggling to remain upright."

Virgil blinked; it was true. His head was lolled back against the cushion. His body was tired, it's true, but his mind felt somewhat hazy, somewhat calm. He blinked slowly.

"... Are you gonna put the movie back on?"

Roman scoffed. "Of course we are. We know you need background noise, Sleeping Beauty."

Right. Of course they knew that. Because they knew him, now.

Virgil fidgeted, then nodded. "I'd... I'd like that."

And he did.

[hahanamegobrrrr]

tickle art fight attack on @fictitious-fluff !!

i saw you liked tickle machines, so i thought, what if logan was in a lee mood but too embarrassed to tell anyone? so he used his big science-y brain and… improvised ^-^

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

Janus stepped back, his eyes darting, looking for any way to escape. “Surely, Logan, we can resolve this in another way.”

Logan simply took another step towards him, his expression stern. “I believe I made it clear to you yesterday that any further comparisons of Roman to his brother would result in this specifically.”

Janus gulped. Logan had indeed made that clear while he was thoroughly wrecking Janus yesterday. As well as promising to make the next time tickle even more.

“Surely, this needn’t be counted,” Janus tried, taking another step back. “Even you have to admit they occasionally create very similar dreams.”

“I left no room for excuses,” Logan said. “A correct comparison is still a comparison.”

Janus tried to take another step back, but his back hit a wall. “Logan…”

Logan stepped forward again, blocking Janus against the wall. He raised one eyebrow, a small quirk to the corner of his mouth. “I am going to quite enjoy this.”

A shiver of anticipation ran down Janus’s back as Logan sank them both to his torture chamber.

A shaky grin couldn’t be suppressed once he was in the room. There were no doors, only Logan could control entry and exit. All around the room were chairs and tables that could restrain a Lee in unique and horribly unfair ways.

Janus never admitted it, but he adored this room. Logan let him lie as much as he liked, let him deny how much he enjoyed the tickles and having all control stripped away.

“Now,” Logan said. “How will I break you today?”

“You won’t,” Janus said, his voice already a bit quavery, the sight of all the machines and tools in the room affecting him strongly.

Logan reached forward, taking Janus’s chin in his hand and tipping his head so he had to look up into Logan’s eyes. “I assure you, you will not leave this room until you beg me for mercy.”

“Never,” Janus said bravely, but he knew it was true. Logan didn’t bluff.

He crossed his arms tightly, as if he could protect himself that way.

“It is simply a fact,” Logan said, an evil smile growing on his face.

Janus jerked his head, pulling his chin out of Logan’s grasp, trying to hide the blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, you are adorable,” Logan commented, pulling Janus over to a chair.

Logan sat first, tugging Janus into his lap. He arranged Janus’s hands against the arm rests, and his feet to the legs of the chair. Bands clamped around them, leaving Janus trapped.

“You’re lucky today,” Logan murmured into Janus’s ear. “While I will break you, I’m in a very generous mood. Your composure will crumble, bit by bit, with only your favorite tickles.”

Janus tugged at his arms, impulsively trying to cover his sides. Why had he just gone along with Logan trapping him in place? He could’ve tried to run!

Not that it would’ve done anything other than delay the inevitable.

There was a soft rustle behind him, and then Logan’s tie was pressed over his eyes, tied at the back of his head.

“Y-you won’t gain anything,” Janus said. “You can’t break me. I won’t let you.”

“Ohh, is that so?” Logan purred into Janus’s ear, his breath tickling over his neck.

His hands slipped under Janus’s shirt, softly tracing over his sides. Janus tensed, trying to hold in all reactions. He wouldn’t give Logan the satisfaction of getting him that easily.

“I do love when you try to act tough,” Logan teased, still tracing ever so gently up and down Janus’s sides. “It’s so much more satisfying watching you fall to pieces.”

Janus suppressed a whimper as Logan’s skilled fingers began focusing on the patches of scales along his sides. He bit his lip, struggling to breathe evenly. His scales were especially sensitive to the specific brushes of nails over the edges that Logan could do so well.

“I can feel it you know,” Logan said. “Every time I scritch over one of your sweet spots your breath hitches.”

“Stop t-teasing,” Janus said. It was a mistake. Opening his mouth at all made it much harder to hold back the laughter brimming within him.

Logan’s evil fingers just continued, never speeding up or slowing down, tracing and scritching gently over his scales.

“Give in,” Logan purred. “You know you want to. You’ll enjoy yourself so much more. I’ll keep tickling you either way, you may as well laugh for me.”

A small squeak escaped from Janus, but he clamped his mouth shut tighter, determined to hold out as long as he could. But the tickles against his sides were becoming more and more intense, despite Logan continuing in exactly the same way. Every second that passed, Janus’s nerves lit up more. They reacted to Logan’s touches as if he had direct control over Janus’s body, filling him with tingling sensation.

His chest heaved with giggles that he wouldn’t release. He couldn’t see, and that made it even worse. All he could focus on was Logan’s teasing voice or his horrible, evil fingers. Janus squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle his sides into a position Logan could exploit less easily.

“Awwww, is it becoming unbearable?” Logan teased. “Poor little Janus can’t handle the tickles that’ll never stop.”

Janus whined, the giggles threatening to break free.

“You know I’m just going to keep tickling you. I won’t stop till I get my fill. And that’s going to be a long, long time. There’s really no point in resisting.”

Janus thrashed side to side, but he couldn’t get away. “Ssssssstop, it— it tihickles!”

The giggles began pouring from him, more and more, making up for all the time he’d held them in.

“There are all the sounds I love,” Logan teased. “Giggles and hisses from such a ticklish little snake. I told you I’d get them sooner or later.”

Janus couldn’t stop the giggles if he tried. The endless tickles against his sides were the sweetest torture, endlessly pulling the reactions from him.

“Evil, ehehevil,” he protested, squirming in vain. Logan’s hands just followed his sides wherever he went.

“Is that what you call it?” Logan murmured. “I wonder what you’d call this then?”

Logan wrapped his arms around Janus’s middle, each hand now tickling the opposite side of his torso, the arms holding him tightly against Logan where he couldn’t squirm away. Janus squealed, the stealing of his little resistance making the tickles worse.

He couldn’t handle the tickles anymore. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, they tickled too much! And all in one place, never leaving, never stopping, it was too much!

“Pleheheassssse!” Janus begged.

“Please, what, dear?” Logan said, still just as casually torturing him.

Janus could barely get words out, laughing his heart out. He flung his head back, the only part of him that could freely move.

“Sohomewhere elssssssse!” he pleaded desperately.

No matter where Logan touched on his sides, it tickled. He could probably still his hands, but if he left them touching Janus’s sensitive scales they’d still tickle. Janus couldn’t handle the tickles, he just couldn’t!

“Hmmmm,” Logan hummed, drawing it out for endless seconds. “No.”

Janus thrashed desperately, his limbs nearly jelly in addition to being trapped. It did him no good. He was caught in endless torment at the hands of the most evil Ler to ever exist.

“Mehehercy! Mehercy, Logan! PleheEEEEEE!” Janus screeched as Logan scritched at a particularly sensitive scale.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Logan asked coolly, as if he weren’t reducing Janus to a squirming mess in his lap.

“Yehehes, Pleheheasssssse! Plehehease!”

Tears of mirth were leaking out from under the tie over Janus’s eyes. He was very close to safewording if Logan wouldn’t relent.

And then Logan’s fingers stilled. His hands were still pressed against Janus’s sides threateningly, but he gave him a moment of rest.

“Convince me,” Logan said smugly. “Why shouldn’t I keep tickling you to pieces? Take advantage of having such a cute Lee entirely in my power.”

Janus was babbling immediately, trying to get the words past the giggles that wouldn’t stop, even without more tickling. “Logan please, please plehease, no mohore. Please, mercy, I can’t take any more. I can’t, I cahahan’t!”

Janus could hear the smirk in Logan’s voice. “I did say I wouldn’t stop till you were begging for mercy. I suppose I’ll hold myself to the implicit promise to give that mercy.”

Janus slumped in relief, giggles still pouring out. “Ehehevil ler…”

Logan’s fingers twitched, and Janus shrieked, arching his back as he tried in vain to escape.

Logan laughed loudly. “I couldn’t resist, dear. I truly will stop now.”

Janus’s hands were released, and he immediately shoved Logan’s hands out from his shirt. He pulled the tie off from his eyes.

“Terrible! Evil! Horrible!” He accused, turning to look at Logan.

Logan was entirely unrepentant, still laughing. “And yet you let me capture you so easily~”

Janus crossed his arms and huffed. But he couldn’t actually be mad. He shifted to a more comfortable position, melting against Logan.

“I’ll get you back,” he promised petulantly. “And you’ll have to beg me for mercy.”

“I’m sure you will,” Logan said indulgently, holding Janus gently.

[notnobot]

Lee moods part 1 (logans mood)

TICKLE FIC

Notnobot, "Hello people!!! This is my first fanfic with the sanders, so bare with me. I would also like to announce that I will be starting to take requests for fics, no art because I don't do art, I will be making a request thing a mugig that will tell you what you can request, sorry forgot the name of the stupid thing, please remind me if any of you get the chance. Oh, and ENJOY!!!"

Logan was lying on his bed in one of the biggest lee moods a person could endure, fantasizing about the dreaded t-word while he stretched himself out and hung his feet over his bed. What if someone had been hiding under his bed, then slowly started to drag their fingers over his feet. Or what if someone, maybe patton, came into his room just to tickle his tummy until he was out of breath. Those both sounded pretty nice right about now, logan thought.

After about ten whole minutes of swimming in a six foot deep lee mood, logan decided to head to the living room in hopes someone there would be willing to tickle him.

As he walked towards the living room, he could hear someone laughing. He entered the living room only to see roman on the couch being tickled by patton.

"Ehehehe, pahahaAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE" Roman laughed as patton found an extra ticklish spot near his armpits, not noticing that logan was standing on the threshold of the living room door, only able to watch in pure silence.

Patton, on the other hand, did notice logan. "Wanna help? He is a pretty wiggley wiggle worm, could use an extra pare of hands." Patton asked cheerfully. Logan just stood there and started giggling.

Patton, being the one and only tickle monster of the mind palace, realized that logan had been in a lee mood. Oh yeah, he was in trouble now.

Patton stopped his attack on roman the second he realized this. Roman, once he caught his breath, saw Patton's face and knew someone was in a lee mood. He turned around only to see the mind palaces pocket protector, red in the face, giggling.

Both patton and roman had the same mischievous look on their faces. Roman had actually gotten up and picked up logan to bring him over to the couch, and guess what, logan gave absolutely no fight what so ever. All while Patton was wiggling his fingers waiting for logan to be brought over to him to give him the tickles he so very much wanted.

"Lee mood, huh? Well, don't worry, my ticklish friend, you will get the tickles you so very much want and deserve." Roman teased as he flopped logan onto the couch so his tummy was open for tickling.

Patton sat on his legs so he could tickle his tummy, ribs, and sides while roman was standing by his armpits, ready to tickle at any given moment. Logan didn't even protest. All he did was giggle, waiting for the tickles.

"Pick a number, Lolo." Said patton excitedly. For a moment, logan just giggled, thinking about what the number could mean. It could mean the time they tickled him for, or it could be the time he must wait to be tickled.

Logan thought that it was more likely that it was for the time he had to wait to get tickled, so "ehehe twohohoho plehehehase!"

"Two, it is!" Roman said, "Would you like to count down for us logan?" Logan looked at the two with a flushing face. They were really gonna make him do that?!?! Of all the ways to tease him! Well, logan thought, it's only two seconds.

"Ohohkahay," Logan started, "twohohoho, ohohone, zerohoHOHOHO!" Logan laughed. Roman was softly tracing circles inside his armpits while Patton was digging into his tummy. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, but he loved every last second of it.

"Awww, my cute little nerd is all giggly and cute. What more could a dad ask for?" Patton cooed.

"Yes, he is pretty cute, isn't he?" Roman answered,

After about five minutes of tickling, their favorite nerd, roman had to get it really going, for logan's sake, of course.

"Hay Patton, isn't it time for our afternoon snack?"

Patton looked at roman with the most mischievous, sly smile that roman had ever seen. "Oh, how could I have forgotten our afternoon snack?! We must find a suitable snack for today, but what?"

The two were talking as though there was not a laughing, wiggling logan right in front of them. His giggles, laughs, and snorts filled the room. He was truly lost in tickles, drowning almost.

Roman looked down at logan to see he was still holding up quite well for how long they had been tickling him, so why not tickle him a little more intensely, right?

Roman gave patton a sly grin, and in a smooth voice, he said, "Well, raspberries are very tasty and nutritious. Why not have some of those?"

"NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE RAHAHSBEHERRIEHEHES!" Logan protested, not meaning a single word of it.

With that, patton pushed up logan's shirt and blew raspberry after raspberry on his poor tummy.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEH! IHIHIT'S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE!"

Patton stopped with the raspberries but kept his face on logans belly to soak in all his beautiful laughter. Roman, however, had moved down to logan's ribs to keep him giggling, but no longer laughing as hard as he was with the raspberries.

Roman had stopped with his tickling to let logan calm down. Patton went to fetch him a glass of water while roman got him some apple slices. Logan gladly took all the snacks and drinkage he was offered before sitting on the couch leaning on patton.

"So," started patton, "was it all you wanted?" Logan cuddled closer to patton and nodded, with the biggest smile any of them had ever seen logan wear.

He was happy, they were happy, everyone was happy, even virgil! All the laughter had concerned him, so he came downstairs to find logan all smiliey and roman and patton all happy as well. Virgil had joined in to cuddle logan while he was still happy and smiley.

"All tickled out, huh?" Asked virgil with a small smile already forming on his face. Logan looked up at him and nodded, cuddling back into virgil as well as patton. In the end, they all took a nice relaxing nap on the couch.

The end

Sorry, it's short, guys. I didn't have much time to make it. Hope you all enjoyed it, because I enjoyed making it for you! More will be coming soon!!!

[i-tis-fight-or-flight-peoples]

"Not Ticklish"

can be seen as a ship or as friends

As Virgil scrolls through his phone and the others watch a show on TV, Roman wraps an arm around Virgil's waist. Virgil leans into Roman while still staring at his phone.

Time passes and Virgil makes a sassy comment to Roman earning him a poke on his ribs. This would have been fine if Virgil didn't squeak and flinch at this.

Roman looks back down at the younger boy, a small smirk on his lips. "What was that?"

"Hm?" Virgil says as he acts like he doesn't know what the taller boy means. This earns him another poke on the ribs, making him squeak a little louder this time.

"Say, you wouldn't be *ticklish* by chance, would you?"

"Nope, not ticklish" Virgil says while going back to his phone.

Roman takes Virgil's phone and places it down on the coffee table in front of them. "Then you wouldn't mind if i.." Roman brought his hands into Virgil's view and started wiggling them, inching closer and closer to Virgil's torso by the second.

"Don't-" Virgil says while wrapping his arms tightly around his torso.

"Are you Green storm cloud?" Roman whispered into Virgil's ear causing him to scrunch up his shoulders and turn red before giving a slight nod.

Roman's hand reach Virgil's torso, tickling every inch in there wake while Virgil kick and squeals and laughs.

Let's just say that they were entertained for a while.

(Very sry it's so short, idk how to exactly explain the tickling. I'm open to constructive criticism if y'all have any. Other than that have a lovely day/night/ect, hope to have more fics soon<3)

[ticklishprincey]

𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Hello my loveys! This wasn't requested but I've had these in my head for the past month for a while now and I figured I'd share. (part one because this bitch is LONG) ◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, teasing, lmk if there's anything else ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ ◦•●◉✿ Roman ♡ Ler-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ Main targets are Virgil and Logan ♡ Tickles Virgil when he's being depressing, tickles Logan when he's being boring ♡ Is 100% responsible for introducing the concept of tickling to Logan ♡ The worst ler moods ever, if he picks you, you better RUN ♡ Will just pick up one of the others out of nowhere and tickle them, no matter where they are or what they're doing ♡ Not super ticklish but if you know where to get him he's gone ♡ Get behind his knees and he's a mess ♡ Not super easy to fluster and will argue back and forth with his ler while being wrecked ◦•●◉✿ Patton ♡ Switch ♡ ---------- ♡ The teasiest ler ♡ Doesn't have a main target, he tickles everyone (excluding Remus, he would not touch him with a ten foot pole) ♡ Coos at his lee with the biggest grin on his face ♡ He's just a dad c'mon ♡ Compliment teases are his specialty ♡ Will find any reason to tickle someone. You're sad? Tickle you until you feel better. Insecure? Tickle you until you admit you're beautiful/handsome. Just bored? He'll gladly entertain you! ♡ Virgil's learned not to say he's depressed around him unless he wants to get wrecked ♡ Also ridiculously ticklish, just the threat is enough to get him giggling ♡ His tummy is his worst spot, raspberries kill him ♡ Really giggly and squeaky laugh, very fitting ♡ Both does and doesn't fluster easily, he'll blush at teasing but he'll come back with an equally teasing remark without even meaning to ♡ Sometimes flusters his ler with how forward he is, he'll ask to be wrecked without a second thought ◦•●◉✿ Logan ♡ Ler ♡ ---------- ♡ Doesn't really understand the appeal but is happy to assist the others with their lee moods ♡ He'll tease but not the typical way, he just makes observations. Out loud. You see how this is an issue? ♡ When he discovered the other sides enjoyed it he did research on it ♡ He does research on everything, what did you expect? ♡ Prefers using tools rather than his hands, likes to use feathers and hairbrushes ♡ Main target is Patton, but he'll gladly assist anyone who asks. And you have to ask or he'll be clueless. DO YOU SEE THE ISSUE HERE?? ♡ Not ticklish whatsoever except for his ears, and only Patton and Roman know about it. ♡ Patton knows because he was told, Roman knows because he's a stubborn and nosy little bitch and wouldn't stop poking until he got a reaction. ◦•●◉✿ Virgil ♡ Lee-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ Surprisingly ticklish ♡ Main ler is Patton, but everyone will get him because he's so goddamn cute ♡ His laugh is super giggly, lots of hiccups and squeals in there ♡ Everyone just fawns over him and he loves hates it ♡ After he and Janus made up he's also been a prominent ler ♡ Will not admit he likes it to save his life ♡ If he's in a lee mood he will suffer, there is no way he's asking anyone ♡ Worst spots are his hips and ribs ♡ Absolutely dies at any form of teasing ♡ He'll be red in the face before you even touch him it's adorable ♡ He doesn't really have a melt spot but his favorite spot would be his neck. ♡ Raspberries kill him, he's just deceased at this point. ♡ Will start out fighting/squirming but eventually tires himself out and just lets it happen ♡ He can't make eye contact on the regular, you think he can when he's being wrecked? Fat chance ♡ Won't admit it but his favorite ler is Janus ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. If you guys like me doing these headcannon lists, please let me know and give me suggestions on what fandoms out of my fandom list you'd like to see next! I promise I'll do Janus and Remus and c!Thomas in part two, it's just super freaking long already. •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•

[gamequeenanya]

Right? Can't you just imagine Patton getting in the middle of an argument Roman caused during a video by saying "Roman Princey Creativity Sanders, do not make me summon the tickle monster, mister."? Or maybe something more casual like a Q&A where Roman is asked what kind of fights he would win and he answers "I'm unbeatable in any battle. I've won sword fights, pillow fights, tickle fights, dance fights,–" then Thomas says "Wait, what was that last one?" and clueless Roman just says "Dance fights?" and a clearly flustered Virgil says "Let's move on." Or perhaps in that same video, Janus is asked what kind of stuff he gets up to with his extra hands and he gives a demonstration that seems normal at first, giving a book to Logan, trying to take Roman's sword, flipping off Virgil, arm wrestling with Remus, etc. But one hand is tickling Patton, who's giggling up a storm. Or better yet, all his hands tickle everyone at once as his big finish last example for the question.

I challenge my Sanders Sides followers to draw one of these scenarios!

[gingerlee-holds]

Pillow Fort Pick-Me-Up

this is a sanders sides ficlet for @jinleebelee! i hope they have a great birthday and a great year ^^

Lee!Virgil x Ler!Patton (interpret how you wish)

Virgil jolted awake, breathing fast, the nightmare sticking in his mind. He quickly looked around to make sure he was not still in danger.

'Nope,' he thought. 'Still in Patton's pillow fort-'

The six sides had all spent the day building a pillow fort in Patton's room, and towards the end, it was getting pretty late, so they each fell asleep one by one. Roman and Logan dozed off first, mid-argument. Janus thought he would be sneaky and pretend to fall asleep to trick everyone, but then he drifted off. Goober. Remus somehow fell asleep with his butt in the air, leaving only Patton and Virgil awake. Patton gave Virgil one more comforting hand squeeze before he drifted into dreamland, making Virgil the last to fall asleep, as usual.

Now, he found that he was the first one awake, except that this time, he hated the loneliness that came with it. Virgil looked over at Patton, still asleep. Then, nudging him gently, he mumbled, "Pat…?"

The morality side mumbled and rolled over. "Yeah, kiddo?" He opened one eye sleepily and grinned.

"I had a nightmare…"

"Well, makes sense, ya didn't put sugar under your pillow! No wonder you didn't have sweet dreams!"

Virgil smiled softly. "Pat…"

Patton sighed playfully. "Okay, kiddo, c'mere!" He pulled Virgil closer, wrapping his arms around him. "Green, yellow, red?"

By this point, this had become a routine for the two. Whenever Virgil was upset, Patton adored using a particular method of cheering him up.

"G-green…"

"Perfect~!" Patton wasted no time, gently tickling Virgil's soft belly, sending the anxious boy into giggles. "And now it's time for Thomas' Giggly Side to make an appearance~!"

"Nohohohohooo, shuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Virgil smiled and felt his fears and the nightmare slip away as he allowed himself to become putty in Patton's hands.

Patton leaned in close, whispering, "Shhh~ You don't wanna wake up the others, do you~?"

Virgil whined softly and was about to cover his mouth with his hands before Patton swirled a finger into his belly button, causing his arms to shoot back down. "W-WahahaAhAIT-!!"

"Yes~?"

"IhIhiHiT TIhiHihickles!!!!!"

Patton grinned, his fingers moving to tickle Virgil's armpits. "Good! That's the point, kiddo!" He leaned in to place a quick raspberry to his neck.

"EEHEEK!!! VIHIHILLAIN!! DAHAHARK SIHIHIDE!!!"

Patton gasped indignantly. "Those are fighting words, kiddo!" His scribbling over his belly focused on Virgil's belly button, eliciting squeals and cackles from the anxious side.

"PAHAHAHHAHAHAHT THAHAHAHAHAT'S SOHOHOHO BAHAHHAHAHAD!!!!"

"Take it back!"

"FIHIHIHINE YOUHUHU'RE AHAHHAA GREEHEHEHAT SIHIHIDE!!!"

"And~? What else?"

"YOUHUHU'RE THEHEHE BEHEHEHEHST DAHAHAHHAAD!!!"

"And~?"

"AHAHAHAND THEHEHE BEHEHEST LAHAHAWYER!!"

"Atta boy!" Patton's tickle attack ceased, and he hugged Virgil close. "Feelin better?"

"Yehehehheah, Ihihi ahaham!"

"Good!"

Patton hummed softly as he rubbed Virgil's back, and they fell asleep soon after.

"That… was adorable. I am without words." Logan, and all the other sides for that matter, had long since been awoken by Virgil's laughter, but none of them interrupted the moment.

"Oh, yes, it was absolutely horrible, I hated watching every second of it." Janus was smiling warmly at the sight of the two boys cuddling.

"Alright, gang, let's let the cuties rest, and we can tease them plenty about it tomorrow," Roman said. So they all snuggled closer together, and soft snoring once again filled the little pillow fort.

[wholesome-lee-trash]

Which three sides from Sanders Sides would you choose to wreck with tickles, have an evenly two-sided tickle fight with, and tickle you into oblivion? And why?

I would wreck Logan. Listen, he just needs some tickles, okay?

I feel like Roman would be the best to have a tickle fight with. He would be so dramatic and let me win, if I so wanted.

I would choose Janus to wreck me. He can sense lies so, he'd know when I actually need him to stop, versus when I'm just saying "no!" If that makes sense.

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 25- “new discovery”

word count: 1,729 words

i think this actually started as a prompt for tickletober 2020 (lmfAooooo) so i’m glad i could finish it now!!

Janus sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in as many minutes. He’d been a having a moral conundrum, and he’d only recently figured out how to go about solving it. Or, well, hopefully solving it. Maybe the solution he’d come up with would make everything worse instead. That’s always a possibility.

As if he could read Janus’ mind, Janus’ phone buzzed with another text from Patton. He stole a quick glance at the kitchen doorway before tapping the screen.

Patton: Have U told him yet???

Janus: u know he doesn’t wake up before noon

Patton: LOL!

Patton: Well, Jan The Man, whatever happens, I got UR back!

Patton: high_five.gif

Patton: fist_bump.gif

Patton: puppy_saying_yeah.gif

Janus: ,,,,, thank u patton

Janus sighed yet again-- but this time his sigh was followed by a matching yawn from behind him.

He slammed his phone down on the table and whirled around. “Good morning!” Fuck, he was never that positive. He had to dial it back. “You look like shit.” Well. That’s one way of doing it.

Luckily, Virgil either didn’t notice or didn’t care to comment on Janus’ jumpy behavior-- he yawned again and made a beeline for the coffee pot, where Janus had graciously prepared another pot just in time for Virgil’s late rise.

“You’re thinking too loud,” he muttered as he poured his coffee. “Talk or shut your brain up.”

Janus snorted. Well, if Virgil didn’t care about being indelicate, then Janus sure wouldn’t.

“I found your blog.”

Virgil sighed, not looking up as his scooped a copious amount of sugar into the mug. “Yes, I remember, I got drunk enough to show my 2013 era Tumblr to Roman, and he got drunk enough to send it to the group chat. Cool reminder.”

“Not that one-- although your Superwholock fic was surprisingly well written,” Janus said. “I found... another blog. Of yours.”

“My anime blog?” Virgil asked. “Don’t you already follow that one?”

“Another blog,” Janus hissed. “A blog you haven’t told us about.”

With his mug only an inch away from hid mouth, Virgil froze.

It was enough to tell Janus everything he needed to know.

“I don’t have any other blogs,” Virgil said, quickly bringing the mug up to his face and taking a sip.

“Virgil. Please don’t insult me by lying so boldly in my face.”

“Who’s lying?” he replied. “Not me. I’m standing up, not lying... down, that is-- oh, dad joke, ha! Speaking of which I think I’m supposed to be meeting Patton for, uh, brunch, right now--”

He darted out of the room, nearly sloshing his coffee in his haste. Janus heard his bedroom door slam shut, and he sighed.

Well, he wasn’t going to sit around and let Virgil stew in his own nerves. He got up from the table and moved to the hallway, coming to a stop right in front of Virgil’s bedroom door. He heard no movement coming from inside, so he figured Virgil was probably frozen in panic as he thought about what Janus had said.

“I’m not going to make fun of you,” Janus said bluntly through the door. “Or tell anyone. Patton knows I had something important to tell you, but I made absolutely no references to having found a secret of yours at all. It’s just me.”

He knew that still probably wasn’t overly comforting-- Janus was, admittedly, crafty and manipulative, and he often used information as leverage to get what he wanted. But given how genuinely upset Virgil seemed to be at the mere idea that his secret blog had been found out, Janus wanted to prove that he really wasn’t going to tell anyone. And unfortunately, he knew exactly what he had to do to prove it.

“A secret for a secret, an eye for an eye,” he continued, steeling his nerves. “Because, honestly, you... aren’t the only person in this household with... that specific kind of... interest.”

Again, he heard no noise, but Janus could picture the way Virgil’s face probably shifted from blind panic to slight confusion. Janus sighed.

“How do you think I found your tickle blog in the first place?” he asked drily.

Janus ignored the urge to cringe as he said the word aloud-- this conversation was not about his embarrassing secret interests, thank you, it was about Virgil’s. He didn’t have the chance to ponder on that further, because suddenly the door clicked open in front of him, as if Virgil had opened it and hurried away.

He stepped in, and there was Virgil on his bed, lying on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow.

“You can block me if you want,” Janus said, moving to perch on the edge of the mattress. “Just let me type in my URL so you don’t see it.”

“How much did you see?” Virgil asked instead, voice muffled and defeated.

“About ten posts,” Janus said. “And no, you didn’t accidentally doxx yourself in any way. I’m just extremely clever.”

Virgil didn’t respond. At least he didn’t seem to be actively panicking, just humiliated. Janus himself was starting to feel a bit warm; he’d seen some... rather interesting posts before he’d realized whose blog he was looking at. Apparently he and Virgil had more in common than he’d realized.

“Virgil, I’m not going to bullshit you,” he said quickly, before his nerve was lost. “This sucks, and if it’d happened to me I’d break your computer in half, so I can imagine how you are feeling right now. But the fact of the matter is that we are both switches and we are home alone, and if you consent I would very much like to tickle you right now.”

Finally Virgil whipped around, eyes catching Janus’ with a wild look.

“What?” he squawked, voice cracking.

“Or you tickle me,” Janus said. “I’m really not picky.”

“This-- this is-- Janus.”

“Virgil,” Janus said firmly. “Take your pick, lee or ler?”

“I’m gonna have a fucking heart attack,” Virgil hissed. Janus could practically feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

“I’m trying to avoid an outcome like that,” Janus said through gritted teeth. “By being disgustingly open about what I want, in the hopes that we can bypass the anxiety and awkwardness and humiiation by treating this all as if it’s perfectly normal.”

Silence hung over the room for a moment as Virgil took in the words. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with the blanket.

“I don’t know...”

Janus leaned in to catch Virgil’s mumble. Okay, that’s not a complete no. He could work with that.

“What don’t you know?” he asked with as much patience as he could muster.

Virgil continued to fiddle for a few seconds before he spoke. “Like, right now...?”

“No time like the present,” Janus replied. “Of course, we can wait if you’re not comfortable right now. Then again, I wonder how it would feel to wait in this room knowing that I’m right across the hall, ready to tickle you.”

He smirked when Virgil’s eyes snapped up towards him, a blazing blush crowning his face. “Janus!”

“What? You know I’m right. I could leave this room right now, but all your little fantasies in your head about what I could do to you would feel so delightfully real-- it’d be like I was still here.”

Nothing came out of Virgil’s mouth but a strain of choked noises. Belatedly, he covered his face with his hands. “Come on--”

“I mean, I really didn’t look very far through your blog before. I still have so many questions about this little sensitivity of yours.”

Now Virgil shoved his face back into his pillow, probably with the goal of hiding the soft whines that were now coming out of his mouth. It didn’t work.

“But, of course,” Janus continued, “I can’t touch you until you agree. You won’t get one little tickle from me until I hear you say so out loud.”

Virgil went silent for so long Janus considered checking that he hadn’t suffocated, but finally a muffled mutter came from his pillow that sounded suspiciously like the word please.

“Hm?” Janus said, because despite everything he wasn’t going to be too nice to Virgil. “I couldn’t quite catch that. You’ll have to speak up.”

More muttering, this time sounding closer to cursing, came from the pillow. Janus enjoyed drawing things out as much as the next ler, but he was getting pretty antsy. How to draw Virgil out?

Suddenly his mind flashed with a post he’d remembered seeing; a post that had also been reblogged by Virgil, with a few choice tags that made him think this could be a good idea.

“Virgil,” he asked softly. “How about you show me where you want to be tickled?”

And there it was; there was Virgil’s desperate squealing whine, his back arching just slightly, legs suddenly fidgeting behind him, and the tips of his ears burning red through his dark hair. Janus hit the nail on the head.

It only took a few more seconds for Virgil to roll over; his hands twitched, and he refused to look Janus in the face, but finally he managed to pull his t-shirt up over his stomach before shoving his face into his hands again.

Janus smirked. “I thought so.” He let one hand, gentle and wiggly, hover right above Virgil’s tummy. “When you want me to switch, I’ll just need you to pick another lovely little spot for me to tickle instead. One that’s just as ticklish, just so I know I’m getting a fair deal. You can do that, right?”

Virgil’s whine only last half a second this time, before it was replaced with a startled burst of frantic giggles as Janus began scratching all ten fingers around his sensitive tummy and sides. He curled up, and wiggled back and forth, and kicked his legs like there was no tomorrow, but his hands stayed over his eyes, his shirt stayed halfway up his torso, and he stayed right on the mattress under Janus’ lovely fingers.

“Oh, very good,” Janus cooed. His mind was already alight with all of the other posts he’d seen on Virgil’s blog, as well as things he’d found on his own that he was just so interested in trying. “You’re doing very well, Virgil. I think we’re going to have so much fun.”

[hahanamegobrrrr]

my favorite bit is virgil's mischievous grin in the first photo LOL

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Dwindling Creativity

Thomas groaned, putting his head in his hands. He’d been brainstorming and writing and editing and erasing and rewriting and researching and writing again.

“I feel like I’ve used up all the creativity I have,” Thomas grumbled, shoving aside his laptop.

This pause, reluctant as it was, was instigated by Janus. Patton took over from there, leading Thomas to flop on the couch with reruns of the Office to give his mind a chance to rest.

- - -

Roman did not stop working when Thomas did. This was Important to Thomas, and Roman had to get it right.

Thomas’s statement about using up his creativity was very nearly correct. As they had worked, Roman had dwindled away gradually, until now the quill he was holding was nearly as tall as he was. He had to hold it in a two-handed grip, kneeling on the parchment and balancing the unwieldy feather against his shoulder. At least he had a magic quill that didn’t run out of ink, so he didn’t have to keep getting up and down to re-dip it.

He ignored the click as the door to his room opened, but moments later the quill was snatched out of his grasp.

“Hey! Give that back, you- you ruffian!”

Deceit raised an eyebrow. “Ruffian? I would’ve expected a more… creative insult.”

Roman glared at him, more tired and grumpy than truly angry. “Well—! Well…” his mind went blank.

Deceit let him flounder for a retort, twirling the quill in his gloved fingers.

All at once, his inability to come up with a properly applicable insult, a good rhyme, even a solid sentence, slammed into Roman. He crumpled onto the desk. “Just leave me alone, I’m useless.”

Deceit sat down in Roman’s chair. Roman wasn’t looking at him, and was surprised to be lifted by the back of his shirt. He let out a squeak, then decided he was too tired to flail or protest, and merely went limp.

“Useless?” Deceit drawled, his voice dripping with something like sympathy. Knowing him though, it could well be anything, or nothing. “My dear prince, you and I both know that’s far from the truth.”

He draped Roman over his other hand, resting on the table. Roman was laying on his stomach, across Deceit’s palm, his arms flopped over his pointer finger.

“I am useless.” Roman asserted. “I can’t even make a song. I’m supposed to be great at songs!”

Deceit stroked the feather over Roman’s back, the smooth, gentle pressure a pleasant sensation. “Or perhaps, you’re holding yourself to too high a standard considering the circumstances.”

Roman’s muscles loosened further as the feather continued stroking over his shirt. “It’s for Thomas’s mother’s birthday, if I can’t make something perfect for this, when else could it matter?”

“I’m sure you will make something perfect,” Deceit replied. “But it may take more time. Time which we have, the birthday is in three weeks.”

Roman dropped his head onto Deceit’s glove. It was cool, rather than warm as he might have expected a hand to be. The feather traced patterns over his shirt, almost like a back rub, melting away his protests.

“You need rest now. Distraction, to get your mind off of the song and give you time to return to your full strength.”

As Deceit said the word Distraction, the edge of the feather brushed over a small strip on skin on Roman’s side, where his shirt had ridden up. Tingles spread from that spot, making him shiver. It felt nice, nearly tickly.

Roman shifted to dispel the tingles, inconspicuously doing so in a way that made his shirt ride up slightly higher.

For a few moments, Deceit must not have noticed, still stroking the feather over his shirt, but then the tip of the feather was drawn across his lower back, crossing from his shirt to his bare skin. Roman muffled a small giggle, enjoying as tingly sensations ran over him again.

Deceit was saying something else, but Roman was becoming lost in the moment, relishing the soft, gentle strokes and the occasional sparks of tickles.

At some point, he had relaxed so thoroughly as to forget he was hiding his giggles, and let one fully slip out.

“Oh, so I have a ticklish little prince?” Deceit said fondly, smiling down at him with a glint in his eyes.

Roman’s first impulse was to protest, especially as Deceit was sure to grow condescendingly teasing, but his enjoyment of his situation battled that impulse, leaving him speechless and blushing.

His internal battle was interrupted by the feather slipping up the back of his shirt, wiggling over his whole back. Roman fell into giggles, kicking his feet gently. The stiff quill feather wasn’t the most effective tool for causing tickles at his current size, but his embarrassment had made him more sensitive than usual.

“Awwww,” Deceit cooed. “Enjoying yourself?”

Roman didn’t respond other than to blush a bit pinker, though he made no move to block the feather.

Deceit twirled the feather. The strange sensation of the spinning feather under his shirt startled a laugh out of Roman.

“It seems I’ve found quite a good distraction, haven’t I?” Deceit said smugly. “Take all your thoughts away and leave only giggles~”

Roman rolled over, trapping the feather underneath his back as he giggled. Deceit easily pulled it free and teased it over Roman’s front. Here his shirt was better covering him, but the feather coming at him, fluttering at his sides or his stomach or neck, and constantly changing spots had him caught in giggles. He batted at the feather playfully when it came within reach of his hands. Indeed, all his previous difficult thoughts had fled.

“A happy little darling,” Deceit murmured, his voice overwhelmingly fond.

Roman was sure his face was still pink, but he was losing the embarrassment, caught up in the fun and the non-judgemental affection. He shucked his shirt off, clicking his fingers to change the quill in Deceit’s hand to a longer feather with droopy, dangly vanes.

Deceit shook the feather over Roman, the little tips flickering over his skin. Roman curled up into a giggly ball, rolling back and forth in Deceit’s hand. So many little tickly points all over him. It was like being out in a summer rain, if every drop left tingles in its wake.

Roman soaked in the attention, the sensations, the love. His body filled with warmth and joy, releasing the excess with every laugh. His giggles were infectious, and Deceit chuckled at the adorable sight in his hand.

When Roman got breathless, he grabbed at the trailing ends of the feather to stop them. Deceit obligingly switched tactics to long slow strokes of the feather up and down over Roman. It was hardly tickly at all, returning to a relaxing massage-like experience, but Roman couldn’t seem to fully stop the remaining giggles.

Slowly, gradually, he melted into Deceit’s palm. After such a height of joy, tiredness draped over him like a blanket. His eyes slipped closed, and the giggles came further and further apart.

Roman didn’t notice the ever so gradual shift of the feather into a miniature fringed blanket. He barely noticed when it stopped moving and instead tucked around him. And by the time Deceit gently transferred him into his bed he was sound asleep.

[fictitious-fluff]

Masterpost

[as of 5 November 2024]

SFW ONLY, NFSW DNI

Eyo! Welcome to my blog!

I write mostly tickle fluff, and the occasional angst. Decided to make a side blog to post my fics when I do write them since my main is non-tickle related.

Feel free to drop an ask and say hi :D I don't bite XD

Posted Fics

Undertale

Brush the Stubbornness Away - After falling into some paint, Sans is too lazy to get up and clean himself up. Papyrus puts it upon himself to help Sans change his mind.

Eight Plus Two makes Ten - While studying together, Sans finds out that monster and human skeletal structures are different. Frisk wants to comfirm that discovery for herself.

Loki x Reader

(coming soon?)

The Bright Sessions

(coming soon)

Sanders Sides

The One and Only - Logan believes he's immune to tickling. However, a small accidental brush from Patton says otherwise.

Delatrune

Dear Diary... - Noelle discovers something interesting lying on Susie's desk

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

Unusual Comfort - A little situation left Pomni alone and down in the dumps. Kinger wants to help.

Fandom List

Currently writing

Undertale

Loki x Reader (Platonic/Romantic)

The Bright Sessions

The Owl House

Fandoms I'm familiar with/know the lore

Ones I'm more invested in OR know more about but don't write for, will have an asterisk (*)

Alien Stage

Atlas and the Stars

Cookie Run Kingdom (CRK)*

Catching up

Deltarune*

Doki Doki Literature Club (DDLC)*

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (DHMIS)*

Dream Catchers

Epic: The Musical*

Fractures (Rainimator's Minecraft Series)*

Gravity Falls*

Heathens

Jujutsu Kaisen

Lackadaisy

Murder Drones

My Hero Academia (MHA)*

MLP: Friendship Is Magic*

Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) [some parts]

Over the Garden Wall (OTGW)

Ramshackle

Spy x Family

Sanders Sides*

TMNT 2012*

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)*

Wild Kratts*

Your Name / Kimi no Na wa*

[i-tis-fight-or-flight-peoples]

Pride and Teases

With pride month starting Virgil decided to try something new, even though his anxiety brain told him other wise, he decided why not.

Walking into his boyfriend's room on his tip toes for rainbow colored eye shadows he sees that Roman is nowhere to be found. Either on an adventure or getting food. I'll ask him for the permission after I grab what I need. He won't mind. Virgil goes over to Roman's vanity and searches through his drawers, which had surprisingly been color coded, for the correct eye shadows.

When Roman walks in he leans on the door frame, snack in his left hand with his right wrapped around his waist, watching his boyfriend go through the drawers full of makeup supplies. "Whatcha doin' darling?"

Virgil jumps a little, "Oh, there you are, sorry, I was looking to get some different colors of makeup,"

"For?"

"My face?" Virgil says sarcastically.

"You normally just wear the black and purple ones."

"Trying something new." Virgil shrugs before going back to looking through Roman's drawers for the rest of the colors he needs.

"Well, maybe you should have asked?"

"Why?" Virgil asked. He saw Romans smirk and hears his tone. There's something familiar about it.

"Because now you need a consequence for not before you leave."

That's why that tone is familiar. Virgil froze, a nervous smile on his face.

"There's that smile I love my emo storm cloud." Roman states playfully as he sets his snack down on his dresser before wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist. "Are you green storm cloud?" Roman whispers in Virgil's ear softly, sending shivers down Virgil's spine.

Virgil nods slightly, his face getting more heated every second. "Then why don't you put down the makeup and then pick it back up when were done?" Virgil puts the makeup down enthusiastically. "Aww, so eager aren't you my precious tickle-me-emo?" Roman whispers gently into Virgil's ear before laying Virgil on his bed.

Roman makes sure that Virgil gets his full consequence for not asking for the makeup before he can even think about leaving.

(Sry it's short, I just don't know how to write tickle scenes to well<3 Thx for reading, if you have constructive criticism I would love to read it. Have an amazing day/night/rest of your day.)

[Idea from @hahanamegobrrrr on the post https://www.tumblr.com/hahanamegobrrrr/670440349804756992/makeup-mayhem-roman-wants-to-spice-up-his-makeup]

[gamequeenanya]

Tickletober Day 22: Vampire - (ler Patton, ler Logan, lee Virgil)

Summary: Virgil has always been a little quirky - he’s named his dog after a vampire after all. Perhaps he even thinks he is one when he playfully attacks Logan! Is this the end or does Logan know how to handle a scary vampire...?

...

"Ugh..." Logan said, holding his head. "Forget it. I'll never figure out this lore."

He got up from his desk and put his laptop down, done with the FNAF lore. Not that it mattered anyways, as his favourite character was irrelevant to it.

Walking outside, he heard Thomas having a debate with the others. It was about dealing with his phobia of going into the bank and becoming an accomplice to a robbery. And discussing the morality of whether if someone holds a gun to your head and forces you to commit crimes, are you still guilty?

The other sides tried to encourage him that he'd be innocent. Thomas may have a guilt complex, but the criminal would be the true guilty party. He tried to convince himself it was true...

Logan popped up with a smile.

"I see I have taught you well."

"Logan!" Everyone said with a smile.

The only side who was currently missing was Virgil.

"Hey, where is-" Logan started, but was cut off by Patton.

"In his room, with his stress animal."

Nodding, Logan went to Virgil's room.

To his surprise, Virgil was playing with a little white Terrier. Seeing them look so happy, Logan smiled.

Looking up, Virgil jumped.

"Hey!"

Stepping back, Logan stuttered and gathered his words.

"Forgive me Virgil. I simply had to know what was "up."" He held up a vocab card for the expression. [Up; what's going on.]

Virgil nodded.

"Well... Here he is. My new dog."

The dog looked up at Logan, going up to him boldly and sniffing his pant leg. It then barked.

Logan kneeled down and let him sniff his hand.

"Patton got him for you?"

"Yeah. He remembered those stress dogs they had for us in college. Monday was dog day, and Thomas got to pet all the dogs! Patton thought one of those might help me."

The dog sniffed Logan's hand and licked it. Logan petted his head and scratched behind his ears. Then Logan sat on a chair, giving the dog time to get used to him. The dog paced all around him, sniffing, growling, pulling back, and looking up curiously. Logan petted him some more, hoping it would please him.

"His name's Drac."

"Like Dracula...?" Logan said in wonder. "I didn't know you enjoyed that book."

"Yep. Halloween's comin' up!"

Nodding, Logan petted the dog, who relaxed, absorbing the pets. Then he licked Logan's hand.

"Haha, hey!"

Virgil grinned.

"He loves doing that!"

Logan smiled and rubbed Drac's belly. The dog made little excited growls. Then he nipped at his hand. Logan let him go and Drac got up, clawing at the door. Virgil opened it and let him run through the mind palace.

Virgil grinned at Logan.

"As for being a vampire..."

Stepping back, Logan dodged Virgil's lunge. He grabbed him around the waist.

"Not this time, V!" And he started tickling, getting the spaces inbetween his ribs.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAAA!"

Patton had come back, holding Drac in his arms. The dog was relatively calmer now, just panting and looking happy.

"What's all the commotion? Oh!" He chuckled. Setting the dog down, he came over to Virgil. "Can I help?"

"PLEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEASE!"

"Okay!" And Patton joined in Logan tickling him, getting his armpits. "Hey, I never said WHO I was going to help!"

"AHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA! TRAHAHAHAHAAHAHAITOR!!" Virgil cried, his eyeshadow running.

Finally, they pulled away and let Virgil breathe. Drac was hopping around, barking at the others and at Virgil, worried something was wrong. Taking long deep breaths, Virgil pushed himself up and petted him.

“It’s alright... I’m fine.” He courtesy smiled. The dog seemed to relax at this. “Anyways... It seems like I’ve got two humans to catch.” Dark smoke clouds erupted in the room followed by the sound of thunder. It was Logan and Patton’s cue to run.

Laughing evilly, Virgil’s eyes promised revenge would come sooner rather than later. For now, he let them run. It would be all the more sweet if his attack was a surprise!

[oliviaischillin1204]

library (tickletober day 4- “hide and seek”)

word count: 2,402 words

i love these silly boys aksdfhghdj

Roman snapped up with a yelp. Something... just touched him.

He turned, but Logan wasn’t looking at him, his eyes focused on whatever he was working on at his own desk. Even in the gigantic library that existed within the Imagination, the two sides chose to work near each other, not close enough to get in each other’s way but still able to ask for suggestions or brainstorm sessions every now and then. Right now they were sitting at two large desks with their backs to each other. Logan’s pen was scratching away on his paper just like it had been this entire time, and aside from that brief movement of his hands, it didn’t look like he’d moved even once since he sat down.

Yet Roman knew, he knew, that he’d felt someone small jab into his back. Roman watched for a few seconds longer, before slowly turning back to his desk.

A long silence stretched, long enough that Roman wondered if nothing else was going to happen, long enough that he had nearly managed to immerse himself in his writing again.

Then--

“Ah!”

He whipped around yet again. He knew he’d felt something touch him-- it’d dug into the back of his ribs for less than a second before disappearing again. It didn’t hurt, it was too minor a touch to hurt him, which meant that ‘whatever’ was doing it wasn’t trying to hurt him. Nor did the person responsible seem to be trying to get his attention, given that Logan was still steadfastly ignoring any of Roman’s reactions.

Roman blinked, narrowing his eyes. Now Logan’s pen wasn’t even moving.

“You are playing a dangerous game,” he informed the other side’s back.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Logan replied, eyes down and voice flat.

The tick of the analog clock on the wall behind them seemed much louder as Roman turned around again, his hands back on his keyboard as he typed nonsense into the document.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick--

Roman was spinning around in his rolly chair the instant he felt his back being poked again. He forced himself to not flinch away from the sensation, instead darting forward to catch Logan by the wrist.

The logical side froze, arm outstretched with his criminal pen dangling from his fingers, inches away from Roman’s chest. He met Roman’s gaze, unflinching.

“Apologize.”

“No.”

A beat, and then Roman was yanking Logan out of his chair and pulling him towards him, but Logan was faster. He lunged forward and shot the fingers of his free hand underneath Roman’s arm, wiggling haphazardly. Roman snorted, loudly, and tried to curl his arm in without letting Logan go, but the logical side easily slipped his wrist out of Roman’s grip.

Without a moment’s hesitation Logan turned on his heel, darting around his desk and diving amongst the tall shelves. By the time Roman stood up, he had disappeared from sight.

Roman allowed himself one incredulous, delighted laugh. So that’s what Logan wanted?

Well. Two can play at that game.

~

The dull carpet muffled Logan’s steps as he traveled down another row of shelves. For a moment he’d considered taking off his shoes to step totally silently, but the thought quickly vanished into a flustered daze when he realized how much more vulnerable that would make him when-- if Roman caught him.

He had no doubt that Roman was after him-- aside from the fact that Roman hadn’t safe-worded, the creative side was absurdly competitive, and very vengeful. Logan’s little escape tactic was more than enough reason for Roman to get revenge.

Logan paused at the end of one row, ears straining for noise. The library was impressively large, but not limitless, and he and Roman were sure to find each other any moment now.

... Well. Roman would find him. That was his role, in this little game Logan had devised. Roman was the hunter. Logan was the prey.

A rush of air escaped Logan’s mouth, just this side of a whimper, and he slammed his hand over his mouth. No. He was not going to give himself up so easily.

But now that he’d started, it was so much harder to stop. Everywhere he turned, he was reminded of all the little fantasies he’d had about this library: Roman tazing his sides as he reached for a book on the highest shelf, Roman forcing him to read aloud as he tickled all over the soles of his feet, Roman pinning him against the wall and murmuring about how this is a library, Teach, so you better keep quiet no matter what--

No! Focus!

Logan dragged his hands down his face as if to wipe away the stray giggles bubbling in his chest. He would not lose. He’d started this tickle fight, and he was determined to finish it.

~

Roman prided himself of being fairly light of foot, but it was hard to avoid making noise in the dead silent library. His ears kept tricking him into thinking he was hearing footsteps, but it just as easily could’ve been the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.

He loved this. Logan was so rarely in a mood to play. No wonder he’d asked Roman to join him in the library today. How long had he been planning this?

Another sound came from behind him, and Roman whipped around before standing stock-still.

“Logan...”

He took a moment to pat himself on the back for the acoustics in the room; his voice seemed to echo and carry, the deep timbre reverberating as his taunting tone rose and fell.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are...”

He began walking again, slowly. Picked up a book and flipped through it casually before putting it back on the shelf. Humming lowly and letting out little vocal stims, singing sweetly through the aisles. Oh, he wasn’t worried about finding Logan quickly. In fact, he hoped he took his time. He was quite enjoying the hunt.

~

Damn Roman, for real. Damn him for being so nonchalant about the game they were playing, strolling through the aisles with barely a look cast to either side of him. Damn his for going no further than singing sweet teases that echoed around the whole room, leaving Logan to feel phantom tingles against his ears each time. Damn him for not even hurrying to find Logan, as if he were waiting for the logical side to, what, tire himself out?

Or turn myself in, Logan’s brain supplied unhelpfully. No! He wouldn’t think like that.

Logan straightened himself up. He started this game, yes, but he wasn’t going to make it easy. He was just as competitive as Roman, and Logan wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

And without another thought, Logan grabbed a book from a nearby shelf and launched it in the air, listening with satisfaction as it slammed down halfway across the library.

~

Immediately Roman was running towards the sound. His mind was spinning, and his eyes darted around for even a glimpse of a black polo shirt or the glint of Logan’s glasses lens.

He entered an area with lots of sofas and armchairs, but no Logan. Nothing was out of place, except--

His vision narrowed on a book on the floor. Logan would never let something stay out of place, which means he must’ve done it on purpose. He bent over, picked it up, and burst out laughing.

“‘Catch Me If You Can’, huh?” he muttered to himself. Logan’s subconscious clearly couldn’t hide itself from picking up just the right book for how he felt right now. What’s more, he knew this book, knew it was semi-autobiographical. He spun on his heel and hurried away, heading straight towards the nonfiction section.

~

Logan moved into the next aisle. Idly, he looked to the side-- at the exact moment Roman’s face appeared in a gap through the shelf.

They both froze.

Until Logan sprinted back the way he’d come in his own aisle, and Roman turned heel and followed along.

“Logan!” Roman sang as they darted through the stacks. “I think I found you, my little bib-lee-ophile! Don’t you want to come out and play?”

Logan didn’t answer; Roman thought he could hear stray giggles escaping in between his breaths. He ducked around the end of the next aisle and found himself and Logan face to face, with only a large round table in between them.

Roman went left. So did Logan. Roman went right, and Logan followed. They bobbed back and forth, staying on opposite sides of the table the whole time.

“Ha!” Roman said. “What’s wrong, Teach? Didn’t think about finding an escape route? You must really want me to catch you, huh?”

Logan clamped his lips shut and tried to put on a brave face. “I think you shouldn’t be so cocky, Roman. I know things you don’t about this library.”

“Oh, yeah?” Roman asked. He continued circling, smiling as he saw how Logan was now blocked in next to another bookshelf. “And what might that be?”

But he got no response. Instead, Logan whipped around, yanked a book out of its place on the shelf, and-- disappeared?

Roman froze. “What?”

He moved closer, just in time to see a panel on the back of the bookshelf slide back into place. His jaw dropped.

“Oh, you sneaky little scholar,” he muttered. “Why didn’t I think of secret doors?!”

So Logan wanted to play dirty, huh? Well, two could play at that game. He rubbed his hands together, conjuring some sparkles as he did just for panache. He clapped once, loud, and everything went dark.

~

Logan had only just climbed out of the trap door when the room went dark with a loud clunk. He froze, off balance and disorientated. Roman had shut off the lights? How would that help anything?

He strained his eyes, trying to make out any shapes in the dark. Luckily, the library had a fail safe for this kind of thing-- it was a clever little system that Logan had created to limit the amount of energy being used, by utilizing motion sensor lights that only illuminated whatever aisle the person is standing in--

It clicked. Logan’s eyes widened, but before he could do anything his vision was flooded by a sterile white light. He shielded his eyes and looked up; above him one row of lights were on, while the rest of the library was dark.

... The rest of the library except for a row near the nonfiction sectioned, where Logan had just come from. Where Roman still was.

He couldn’t look away from that distant light until it abruptly shut off-- and then another light turned on, one row closer.

Then another. And another.

Logan’s stomach dipped with panicked delight. He turned, ran, but with every new aisle he ran down, the light overhead turned on, creating a perfect map of his location throughout the entire library. His ears were filled with the clunk, clunk, clunk of the lights, creating a staccato rhythm that joined the rapid beating of his heart.

He looked over his shoulder. The lights turning off and on in the distance were getting closer. He could feel the giggles rising in his chest.

Clunk, clunk. Clunk, clunk. Clunk--

Logan barely looked up in time to realize he’d reached the end of the aisle. As in, the only thing in front of him was a wall. He skidded to a stop, bracing his hands on the wall to catch him. He looked around, scanning the ceiling, but couldn’t find any other lights. Only the aisle he stood in was illuminated.

It clicked, and his stomach dropped. As if the world were in slow motion, Logan turned and lowered his gaze to the end of the aisle.

“Found you,” Roman said sweetly. He took a step closer.

“Wait.” Logan backed against the wall.

“Hm?” Roman continued, unfettered. “Wait for what?”

Logan couldn’t think; his brain was already fuzzy. “Wait!”

“You said that already, Teach,” Roman replied. Slowly, like he had all the time in the world, he moved closer and closer. “No more trap doors, huh? I’m surprised you let yourself get stuck like this. Unless you wanna trying scaling the bookshelf.”

Logan’s eyes darted between the two tall shelves on either side of the aisle, and Roman laughed.

“No, I don’t think you’re gonna do that.” Finally he stepped close enough to pin his hands on the wall, boxing Logan in. The logical side bit his lip; Roman’s breath on his neck sent heat rushing to his face.

“You’re very silly, you know that?” Roman said. He leaned closer, letting his mouth graze delicately over Logan’s throat and collarbone. “Starting a game just so you can lose it. Knowing I was always going to catch you.”

His lips trailed up to Logan’s ear, startling a high pitched whine out of him. Roman laughed, stepping even closer to press his chest against Logan’s.

“Any last words?”

Logan opened his mouth at the exact moment Roman latched his hands onto his sides and squeezed.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” Roman said cheerfully after Logan stopped screaming. “Say it again?” He poked rapidly up and down Logan’s sides, migrating over to his ribs and down his tummy. “Jeez, Teach, what happened to all those big words? Do we need to grab you a dictionary?”

“Roman-- Romahan-- Roman!” Every poke and squeeze sent Logan into further giggles; he could do nothing but say Roman’s name. Finally his knees gave out, and he slid down helplessly to the floor, Roman guiding him and tickling him the whole way.

“Is this what you wanted?” Roman asked. He was so smug Logan could’ve hit him, if his hands were able to do anything other than weakly grab at Roman’s wrists. “I mean, if you want to play again later, we can, but I think I deserve a prize for winning, don’t I?”

He paused, leaning closer with a devilish grin. “Logan?”

His hands stilled, just resting on Logan’s belly, but giggles still fell freely from his lips. He cracked open an eye, already teary from the giddy tickles.

Roman’s grin softened just slightly. “You are an excellent prize.”

Logan couldn’t respond with Roman’s fingers already digging back into his tummy, but if he could, he just might agree.