#tickletober2019

[kanene-yaaay]

Just like a dream [Or Cuddles - 15º Tickletober]

Kanene’s note: I am sad so I thought  ‘h e y! What if I translated one of my fluff tickle-fanfic to light my day?’, so here are we!! This is a pure gold cute fluff, and a bit of angst in the beginning, but do not worry! The prince is here to save the day!! *dramatic glitter pose* 

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Patton and Ler!Roman (It can be seen as Romantic or Platonic Royality). 

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 1500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* I just realize I’m in love with Lee!Patton. And Roman here is an absolutely adorable ler. Someday will make a teasy tickle fanfic, I promisse xDDD.

* E a versão em português brasileiro!  Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

                                 [~*~]

He took a deep breath and bolted into the room, closed the door, sighed in relief and gave up in controlling his tears, so they fell.

And fell and feel and fell as he let himself collapse in that cold, strangely relaxing, floor.

It was just that. Just fell. Just washed his so hurted soul, just showed the feeling which he so hard tried to not hide anymore, just poured in a flow that wandered through all his face until finally drop.

He tried to sniffle quietly, he really tried since he kept in mind that the bathroom wasn’t soundproof. However, he was the heart, the core of all the emotions, the guardian of feelings, for a reason. He lived them more intensely, felt them more immensely.

Albeit, he also knew the others sides were busy, so he had nothing to worry about. 

That was why he took all the time he needed, wanted. Half hour, one hour, one quarter of hour… It didn’t mattered. 

Patton didn't leave until the last drop fell.

The representation of morality got up, wobbly legs, took off his glasses and cleaned their lenses in his cardigan. He took deep breaths one, two, three times.

And a couple more.

He headed to the sink and washed his face, yet knowing that it didn’t changed in the slightest the swelling and redness which his features assumpted after cryings like that. He stared his reflection, an analysing glare. A few hours of funny cute videos would do. He would get some snacks in the kitchen when only his eyes still red and were easier to not be seen… Not that he wanted to hide it from the others, he just didn’t wanted to… show it.

And after all of this he would try to summon a night movie and sleep cuddling someone.

Yeah, he nodded to himself. This sounded to be ideal. A shadow of a smile appeared in his lips.

Patton turned around and opened the door, founding a Roman about to knock.

Their glares met in the same exact heartbeat, both equally astonished. Patton felt himself to paralyse before his instincts of flight took over, prompting him to quickly run back to the bathroom and lock himself inside.

Breathed in. Breathed out. In. Out. Repeated this movement three times more, seeking to calm his fast heartbeating and the adrenaline in his blood. He knew the other was still out there, knew that he would have questions and that he would have to explain himself, that he would have to let Roman into this complex mess who he was.

But he also would have comfort, would have company and human warmth and… affection.

He reminded the other’s look: scared, alarmed, worried.

Patton pinched the tip of his nose, adjusted his glasses and cardigan, took a deep breath and a part of him wondered if Roman was still out there.

He opened the door.

He was. 

Patton’s heart stopped, melting and the guardian of dreams and passion didn’t uttered a one single word, which was rare for him, only opened his arms in a gentle glare and a silent plead.

The moral aspect hugged him quick and strong, his hands holding the fabric of his shirt as tightly as possible and the tears he didn't even know were still there coming back.

The aspirant of royalty drowned in silence, his arms involving him entirely, a hand gently  stroking his back and the other lightly combing his hair. His chin rested in the other’s head as he hummed lowly a random song and rocked the parental figure with such tenderness too much pure to be described.

As sudden as it started the teary flow stopped, which didn’t meant the end of the hug or the careness, just the song, a few minutes later, which was switched by the velvety low tune from Roman. Patton was even more surprised.

- What happened, padre?

- Just that sudden sadness, you know, Ro-ro?

- I do.

Princey started to massaged his scalp and Patton felt all his muscles automatically relax; He let himself to be transported to some place and when opened his eyes, he was laid in Roman’s extremely soft and gigantic if compared to any other from the Mind Palace, bed.

- Now we shall watch a movie! - A flourish and a big television appeared in the wall at the same time dozens of sweets and snacks surrounded them. - Disney? Comedy? Action? Romance? Pixar? - The said shone in the device for a second before being replaced for another. The representation of creativity turned, a bright and nurturing glare, a smile which seemed to demonstrate all his love. - Today the choice is yours.

Patton felt more and more astonished every more second. Everything sounded too much strange. Everything seemed to much… unreal. He couldn’t help himself but feel as he was taking advantage of the other’s kindness, like he was forcing him to bear with a problem that wasn’t his. Usually things wasn’t like that, usually it was him who… who… took care of the others.

- Anyone you prefer, kiddo. - And a tiny smile opened in his lips. Something in him starting to becoming calm although the hurricane in his core.

- Oh, no, no. - Roman denied, getting a little closer. - Today the honor will be totally yours, my dear Patton. - Each word was punctuated with a kiss in Patton’s cheeks, who began to  giggle uncontrollably, feeling his face burn. - Consider yourself lucky.

How did all of this could be so strange and… No, more than strange, more than only different…

Good.

Patton giggled a little more, lightly bitted the tip of his tongue and thought a bit more.

- Maybe The princess and the frog?

- Your wish is an order!

In a few pieces of time the movie already played in the background.

The creativity’s representation got closer, inch by inch, until finally manage to involve the partner in his arms, rocking and leaning his lips in the other’s head before whispering.

- Thank you for letting me take care of you, padre. I know it’s not easy.

This made Patton wide his eyes and expand his heart further, if that was still possible. He held out his hands, intertwining his finger with Roman’s when he received his act.

- It’s just… normally I am the one who take care of you. - The royal aspect huffed, and Patton stroked his cheek, shiny gently eyes showing how much he loved his little ‘work’. - I am the dad, should be more stronger.

- You are strong!! - Roman immediately shouted, sounding offended. - Patton, you are the heart! The one who don’t matter the situation always try to give your best, even if that hurts you, even if that brings consequences we’re all afraid to accept… you always try to remain fair and right in your decisions! You manage to see the bright side of everything and everyone and always is there, even if your day also wasn’t the best.

His eyes began to tearing, and Patton felt a hand softly direct his chin up so that he could stare the glare full of determination and energy from the other.

- Patton, you deserve this and much more, okay?

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, from letting out a few sheepish giggles. Roman’s tune became a bit more velvety.

- Okay, Patton?

- Okay. - And then embraced the aspect of passion and love, filling his face with thankful, lovely butterfly kisses and happy whispers.

It was almost in the part when Tiana went in search to recover her human form when the touch ended. Patton started to really get involved with the film's plot when a sensation almost made him jump through the ceiling.

Discreetly he looked at his tummy, finding Roman’s hands drumming his fingers on it and leading electric  sensations, something that made a involuntary smile be painted in his features, spread across all his body. The one in cardigan squirmed slightly, which didn’t stopped the motion.

The tickling were bearable, Patton decided, and he didn’t wanted to break this awesome bonding moment shared with the prince. He could endure until the end of the movie, for sure! It was almost in the middle, it was just a matter of time!

- Are you alright, Pat? You look a little agitated.

- I-it’s nothing, Ro-ro!

And practically jumped when the index finger found way to his belly button. Roman stared him with a raised eyebrow, but without really questioning something. The tickles stopped. The cat lover allowed himself to relax a bit more.

‘And what if he started to trace his fingers sloooooooowly through all your tummy?’

‘Not you, again.’

‘Imagine that nails scratching your sides!!! Tickling behind your ears while teasing you about your incredible tickliness…. Wouldn’t that be amazing?!’

‘Ah! Ah! Ah! What if he released small raspberries in each one of your ribs? Quick and small at the point you wouldn’t have the slightest idea where he would attack next! Ah!’

Patton controlled, again, his impulse to squirm and hide his, now very blushed, face in his hands. It only took a little stimulus and then it all went in a downhill!!

Now he desperately wanted some tickles.

His glance landed in the hand that remained resting perfectly calm in his stomach, absolutely unaware about the avalanche it had caused. That small voice continued to create the most random tickly scenarios in his mind, his face getting more and more in flames, his smile more uncontrollable and the movie more and more forgotten.

Maybe it was because of all his self inflicted anticipation that the one who wore glasses almost fell from the bed when a light feeling hit his foot, a inhuman squeak escaping from his mouth.

Roman paused the film, startled, quickly getting ready to face any danger that might threaten the welfare of his Pat-

And then he heard the laughter.

- Nahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Rohohohoho-rohohohoho!! Stahahaahahahahahahap!!! 

- But I’m not doing anything, dearest Patton. - The blossomed grin at the precious scene in front of him was easily perceptive in his voice. It didn’t took long to found the source of the ‘attack’.

His entire room was programmed to modificate itself as felt the most infinitesimal creative desire of someone, and, as it seems, this someone’ was the guardian of feelings, that is why now two soft gloves softly danced their fingers in the other’s foot, going from the heels to the tip of his toes again and again and again regardless Patton’s kicks, freeing all the kind of giggles.

- RohohohOHOHOHOHOHohohoho!!! – The moral aspect cutely squirmed in his arms, a gigantic smile adorning his face, wrinkled nose and his voice filled by the snorts and high pinch squeals.    – NHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahahahaha!! He-he-HEHEHehehehehehehehelp!!! – And again dissolved himself in a mess of quick and adorable giggling.

Roman bitted his lip. - Of course, my dearest hearty partner! - And his hands repositioned themselves in sides of the other, who began to fight more, his head shaking non stop. Evil laughter poured through the prince’s mouth.

Every wriggle, scribble and squeeze generated and increased a new flow of laughter, making him to go from the most high tune to the deep belly laughter. Tears started to accumulate in the corner of his eyes and, while the tickles and laughter took over his body in a lovely, joyful sensation, Patton never felt so grateful for any and everything. Just laying there and receiving all the love and care, without thinking or worrying with absolutely nothing sounded like a dream.

- Ohoho. No, no, Padre. - Roman whispered, his lips touching lightly the other’s neck, making with each word resulted in small vibrations that even made himself giggle with Patton’s bubbling squeaks and laughter. - Now the greatest Tickle Monster got you and there isn’t any way to stop him from attacking his ticklish tickly prey!!! - He continued to poke and wriggle inside the one in cardigan’s belly button since Patton’s hands, which were holding his wrists, didn’t made any real attempt to stop him. - Muahahahaha!

The blush spreaded across his cheeks, his laughter going muffled when he turned around to hug Roman, who changed his techniques to a soft dance of his fingernails on the cat lover’s back, the wobbly laughter becoming more and more low, sleepy giggles.

- Thahahahahahank you, Roman. - Closed his eyes, tightened their hug, let out a happy sigh.

- Your wish is always and order, Patton. You’re welcome.

Just like a dream.

[solletichi]

For tickletober day 22 since you Headcanon them giving each other messages how about ler Makoto and lee Kyoko surely Makoto cant be the victim all the time

Day 22- Massages

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Kyoko lay face down on the bed with Makoto seated on her lower back, while he massaged her upper back. This sort of practice had become routine between the two of them, one of them giving the other a massage to ease their nerves and help them relax.

Currently, Kyoko was seemingly hard-pressed to keep herself from giggling as Makoto’s obscenely gentle touches were making her squirm.

“Um, Kyoko... are you sure this isn’t tickling you?” Makoto asked innocently.

“Y-Yes... I’m fine.” she responded.

A devious smirk appeared on Makoto’s face, however this was not visible to his girlfriend. He altered his touch so that it was even lighter than before and gently traced the area right behind her ribs. She jerked reflexively and let out a small giggle.

“I thought you weren’t ticklish, Kyoko?” Makoto smirked.

Before she could respond, he began spiderig his fingers along her ribs, causing her to break out into a fit of giggles. Makoto laughed along with her, no doubt enjoying this.

“Y’know, this is kind of adorable...” he mused.

“S-Shut up!”

He leaned down and placed gentle kisses along her ribcage, causing her to squeal. She tried to kick Makoto off of her but failed, and she resigns herself to her torment.

Eventually, the tickling ceased and Makoto admired his flushed girlfriend laying beneath him.

“Never do that again... Or else.” she smirked at him, giving him a mischievous look that said it all. Makoto swallowed nervously and nodded, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the tickles next time.

[leedrop-angel]

Tickletober day 18: chase

Princxiaty(Roman x virgil)

Logan and Patton are out for a day of destressing, and Virgil and Roman try to clean so it won't stress them out again :3

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Logan and patton left the mindscape to relax in the imagination, Patton was doing to much around the house alone, and it was taking a tole on him, and Logan hasn't relaxed in a month, worrying about everything they need to do. Roman sent them away, and that left Virgil and Roman alone, in a mess of the house. "Let's get the cleaning done so Padre won't get worse, huh emo nightmare?" Roman grins and kissed the top of virgils head, and Virgil gave a smirk, "fine, but do I have to where that cleaning outfit we got?" Virgil groans, Roman got both of them a outfit to clean in, and virgils wasn't anything he would usually where. Romans sneaky mind didn't tell him that he was getting outfits to show there tickle spots, Roman had a tank top and shorts, Virgil had a crop top, and shorts, Roman nodded and they go to Change.

After changing they got to cleaning, Virgil did the bathrooms, and kitchen, Roman did the living room, he sqweaks seeing Virgils spider legs getting him to get the cobwebs Patton was terrified to get. Roman was the only one who knew about that ability of virgils, but it just made him love him more, Roman was dusting the bookshelves as Virgil finished the webs and got to dusting the fan. But just to mess with Roman he reached the duster down and quickly swiped it under his arm. Roman sqwealed and laughed and put his arm down, but Virgil wasn't quick enough, and Roman now had both dusters and Virgil just hopped down, legs disappearing from his back. "Sohohoho you wanna play stormcloud? Let's play" and when Virgil seen the advances of Roman, and ran down the hall. Roman following close behind. "come back virge you can't escape the tickle prince!" Roman shouted, and took advantage of having the dusters and when he got close enough he swiped one on each of his Boyfriends sides, causeing a sqweal to come from him, along with a giggle, slowing him down. But also making him jump, his legs reappear and he goes onto the ceiling, thinking he's free and skitters away, but soon was cornered, and Roman created a wall on the only exits, trapping the spider side. "Come on down my little spider and take your tickles like a man" Roman chuckled, but Virgil thought he was safe up there, still facing Roman he folded his arm and grined, proud of himself, "nope, I'll stay up hear where you can't reach" but Roman just grins and the feather dusters to get virgils Belly, causing him to sqweal and start laughing, kicking his feet and tries to protect his belly, "NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH NOT THEHEHEHEHER AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA" virgil practically screams, as the feathers dip in and around his belly button "coochie coochie coo v, time to come down or I will keep tickling your super ticklish belly, and giggle button" and Roman quickened the pace, but soon virgils grip started to fail, causing him to fall, but bursting into a shadow to land, legs gone again and was still giggling on the floor, from the tingles in his belly. Roman smiled and set the dusters down, picking up his Boyfriend and taking him to the sofa and they just cuddle.

~~~timeskip~~~

Logan and patton came in, back from there trip, and the first thing they see, other then a spotless house, making Patton even happier. But they saw Roman and Virgil asleep on on the sofa, Roman looked as if he was a sheld around Virgil, keeping him safe, and Virgil was just cuddling , his face in Romans chest, and a smile on his face, Patton took a few pictures and helped Logan get a blanket around them, and going to there rooms to wait for dinner time.

[anxious-lee-ler]

(Late) Day 31. Go Nuts

[fluffynuzzles]

Tickletober Day1 & 3 Feathers , and unusual tickle spot 

Sorry for posting this late , but I wanted to join in on the fun  ^w^;

Cindy is very ticklish on her cheeks , which Mia loves to tease with her feather to make her all giggly. Cindy usually doesn't like people tickling her there ,but Mia is a special exception <3   

[kanene-yaaay]

The prank

 [Or Gang Tickles – 6º Tickletober]

Author’s note:  Heyaaa! It’s been a while! Howz you doin’? xP

This is my first and probably last fanfic with Thomas :D).

Sorrey, I really loved the idea, but write about someone who is alive and in the same universe, world and continet as me is a little strange to me. :’’v

I’m pretty sleepy right now, so... sorrey for the ending, it was not my best dfghjkjhggh. ;w;)/.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belongs to Thomas Sanders! Yaaay!

* This is a SFW Tickle-fic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another arts. There are a lot of wonderful arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is a Lee!Thomas fic with Ler!Logan/Patton/Roman/Virgil

* Something around 2500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* This idea, like most of the good ideas came from NOWHERE! It’s pretty funny to write, tho. Hope you all enjoy it!

* Oneshot em Português! (Brasileiro) Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a incredible week! Don’t prank anyone. Or prank if they don’t mind it. Byeioo!~

                              [ ~*~] 

“No!” Thomas held the pillow as if it was a weapon, accusingly aiming it at Roman. His face was taken by a concentrated look, stiff muscles and apurated senses, alarmed at any and every noise that could indicate the sudden presence of any of his other sides. Roman took a pillow on his own, an excited grinning opening on his face, accepting the challenge. “You don’t take any step further! I have this pillow and I’m not afraid to use it!!”

 “Then let the duel begin!! Creation against creator! The prince and the pauper!” He gesticulated, emphasizing his words, both starting to encircle each other. “But I have to tell you, Thomas, that the battle against the Dragon Witch has masterfully increased my fencing skills!!” Tense shoulders, eyes prepared for any move. “And, I fear that after your evil actions, you are destined to have the same end!”

 A quiet click snapped behind him. The human spun around and ran fast enough to see from the corner of his eyes a shape wearing a cardigan falling on the ground after his failed attempt to catch Thomas from behind. All of his moral conscience to come back and help him was buried by the certainty of fate waiting for his soul in the exact moment that their hands grabbed him.

 His feet quickly guided the adult to his room, heading him towards his closet, knowing that it was the perfect secret hideout. He slipped in the rough turn although, what really nearly made him fall on the floor (and let out a high pitched scream, not that he was ever going to admit it) was the figure who was already waiting for him with crossed arms, leaning in the door of the small adjoining room.

 “Closet, the perfect secret hideout.” Virgil dislodged his form from the frame, closing the door’s room with a fast gesture. His face looked even more macabre with his purple hoodie partly hiding it. “Honestly, you underestimate how much we know you, Thomas.”

 “Precisely.” The adult didn’t need to look back to be aware that Logan had just positioned himself a few feet from him, probably coming out of some dark corner. His eyes flew in the door's direction. A drop of sweat ran down his forehead, his breath beginning to become erratic. 

Thomas could hear Patton and Roman approaching, if he sprinted away right now, he could use the surprise element to dodge them, get out, take his car and then drive to the nearest airport to escape, who knows.  

 He blinked, and then Virgil was less than eight feet away from him, half the way between Thomas and the closet. He felt his eyes widen in a mix of fear and astonishment.

 “Uh huh.” Virgil shook his finger, a mischievous smile adorning his face. “I’m your Flight or Fight instinct, remember? You won’t want to race with me. ~”

 “And do not bother to make an escape plan from here either. I already calculated every possible route and made sure to let everyone aware about your probable reactions. Roman and Patton are more than capable of stopping you if you for some unknown reason manage to pass by us.”

 “But this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Virgil spoke again and Thomas started to retreat, finally being able to see both sides at the same time as he was cornered. “You knew very well what was going to happen when you dyed our costumes pink.”

 “Come on, guys…” 

Logan’s glasses glinted, making it impossible to see the glare he had behind the lenses. Virgil continued serious, not even glancing at Roman and his crazy smile or Patton with his innocent expression, which, for some reason, provoked shivers to run down his spine. His legs hit his bed, a nervous smile starting to spread across his face.

“It was just a prank! And the color looks nice on all of you! Patton!!” His tone was almost desperate, his eyes meeting with the paternal side’s one. “You said you love this color! Didn’t they look much better like this?

 “Oh, they sure did, Timothy!” He always switched his name when he wanted to be silly, voice full with excitement. “However, I’m also your moral side and we both know very well that we can’t change other people's things without their permission!”

 Thomas gave the last glare to everyone  before immediately throwing himself on the bed, which seemed to shake them all from their frozen stance and start some sort of a race. Suddenly, all the sides were bolting towards him, only to have to brake at the last moment when the human raised his left hand, a triumphant shout echoing.  

 Logan felt his breath and voice get stuck in his throat. Thomas wouldn’t be capable of…

 “STEP BACK OR I WILL NOT ANSWER FOR MY ACTS!” Thomas shook the Crofter’s jar hanging just a few feet above the floor. Patton holds Logan’s hands, who had the most betrayed expression the human had ever witnessed. He and Virgil controlled themselves into not barking out a laughter with the thick silence that spread throughout the room.

 “Oh, found field! How can such devilish thoughts come from a simple human being??” Roman got closer with firm footsteps, stopping only when the other threatened to drop the jelly. “Let the hostage go and we maybe have mercy on you!!”

 “I… don’t think that is how the bargains work, princey.”

 “Oh.” The creative  side put his hand on his chest, staring at Virgil. Looking as he was personally offended by his input. “But, well, my dear knightmare, at least I AM trying to do something about it! I’m not seeing any of-”

 “GOT IT!!” Thomas yelled when he felt the jelly being pulled quickly from his hands, had been too involved in the small arguing to notice Logan shinking out and appearing at his side. A big ‘oof’ escaped from his lips when Patton jumped on him and sat on his thighs.

 “And I got him!!“ And stared at him with bright eyes and a smile that made the other’s heart melt a bit. This prank was getting better than he expected. “Hello-lo-lo, Tanner!”

 “This nahahame doesn't even sound lihihike minehe!” Dang. The giggles. Of course that they would already appear, even before it all began. He stared with half euphoria and half light fear at each of the sides who shot glances towards him.

 “So, what are we gonna do with him?” Mischievous, but a little worried.

 (Virgil… always a lot more soft than he would dare to admit.)

 “Ohoho. His destiny had already been sealed the moment he casted his wicked spell on our garments!” Playful and evil. Roman cracked his knuckles.

(Always loved this part of the pranks, even though most of the time they were his ideas.)

 “Virgil, I believe it’s time for you to be aware of a… method we have to make Thomas learn a lesson.” Methodological and full of brightness.

 (Likes these moments more than he even thinks to admit.)

 Thomas squirmed, observing Logan disappear from his vision’s field and going to his feet. He ALWAYS went to the feet!! Dang, dang, dang!

 “Ohh. Yes!! This always makes him apologize so quickly!” The paternal figure wriggled his fingers at him, leading to more and more giggles to flow from the adult’s lips before he sealed them tightly, eyes equally closed in an attempt to ignore their teasing. “It didn’t make him learn the entire lesson yet, but it’s a work in progress!”

 Virgil finally understood what was happening there and felt himself sigh in relief. Of course this would be their punishment…

  His thoughts were interrupted by Thomas’ squeal which succeeded to research a breeze of freedom when Roman poked one of his armpits, scribbling and prodding, breaking in a smirk as the ‘victim’ started to squirm.

 “Choose your place, Panic at Everywhere, because the show is about to start!”

The purple lover one stared at the others, feeling his cheeks hot with blush with all the glares observing him, quickly going to the first place that looked free: the legs. Logan gave him a little nod, holding his feet in a headlock, a small grin shining in his face.

 “Countdown!!” Patton happily announced.

 “GUYS, NO!! Plehehease! It was just a prank!!” He already had a gigantic smile painted on his expression, his nerves in an electric anticipation.

 “Three!” Roman grabbed one of his arms, holding it above Thomas’ head. The adult tried to push him without much enthusiasm.

 “They’re more good-looking now! For reheheal!!!”

 “Twooo!” Patton raised the tip of his shirt as he sang the number, softly tracing a finger around his belly button, leading titters and quiet snorts to start to pile in his throat.

 “Ack! Pahahahahahatton!!! Think about it as a gift!”

 “One.” Logan traced his index finger in random parts of the other souls, as if studying which place he should begin.

 “Nononononono! Guys!!!”

 But the silence installed on the room. Everyone turned back to Virgil, who immediately felt his face burn. He never had been in this situation before so he just figured out that they just were… well, er… It was that…

 “Virgil!” Unconsciously, the fear’s representation closed his hands, which, for Thomas’ misfortune, led to his fingers curling on his thigh, making him jump with the sensation. “Vihihihihirgil!! No!”

  The purple lover met the shine in his eyes, the smile and the excitement in his voice. Without even realising his own predatory grin took control over his expression.

 “Go.”

 Everyone attacked at once.

 “Nah! GUHUHuhuhuhuhUYS!!!”

 Thomas’ mind was crazy. He was absolutely sure of that. He had hands poking and scratching his axillaries, had fingers wriggling in his navel, had nails slowly and meticulously dancing through all his feet and had hands squeezing and kneading every inch of his thighs.

 It was unbearable.

The laughter left his mouth in an uncontrollable avalanche, in intensities he didn’t even know he was capable of researching. His face was on flames. His entire body vibrated with the strength of his squeals.

 It was amazing.

 “PLEHEheheheAHAHAHAHAHA” The words didn’t complete themselves. His head went from side to side. Squeaks and shrieks floated through the air. His body squirmed in a kind of dance, trying in every possible way to stop all the feeling and having absolutely zero success in all his attempts.

 Not to mention the others’ laughter. It was his favorite part. Listen to everyone laughing together, in harmony. Just like a very different and eccentric family. Everything on the scenario seemed to remind him about this: the warm in his heart, the butterflies in his belly, the chorus of smiles…

 The tickles decreased, giving him a chance to drink sips of oxygen.

 “My Gohohohohod.” His smile went ear to ear. He couldn’t help it. Didn’t want to help it. He closed his eyes, letting all the giggles come out without making an minimal effort to stop them.

 “So, Thomas, there is something that you would like to tell us?”

 The human didn’t even know it was possible for his blush to grow even more. He remembered this part more than he would be able to admit.

 “I am sohoho-” Roman scratched his nails on his neck,  being sure to scribble right on this tiny, ticklish and defenseless spot right behind his ear. “No!!” The series of snorts interrupted his phrase. He shook his head, trying to make the playful and unfair attack to stop. “Rohohohohohman!!!”

 “Sorry, Thomas. I think I didn’t understand what you just said. Could you repeat pwease?” Patton blinked a few times, his naive smile unbothered by all the wiggles and squirms every tickle shock made him do.

“I’m soho-” the one wearing a Steven Universe’s shirt widened his eyes when he saw the moral aspect starting to take a very exaggerated and very deep breath, leaning his head down. “Patton!!! Come ohohon! NoAHAHAHAHAHA!” The loud raspberry buzzed in a horrible manner, vibrating across his nerves. His head was thrown with the force of his laughter, any and every word that would be said lost in the middle of hiccups and shrieks.

 “I think you’re not taking this lesson seriously enough, Thomas.” Even from afar, the adult could perceive the small smirk in the expression of the most rational side, which, together with the totally serious tune, only helped to increase his bubbly giggling flow.

 “Wait, no! Wait!! I meant I’m sohoHOHOHOHO-!!” Logan took the other’s previous example, assaulting his feet with little raspberries on his arches and under his toes, taking the opportunity to escape some squeezes and pinches on his calves, his efforts being rewarded by a melody of belly laughter, incomprehensible pleas and thrashing. “LEHEHEHEHEHET ME SPEHAHAHAHAK!!”

Logan stopped and they gave him a few moments to retrieve his breath.

“Hmm. I don’t know, guys. I think we should give him a shot. I have this weird feeling he wants to tell us something.” Virgil smiled, just because the entire situation was too adorable to do anything but this. The prankster looked grateful as his free hand wiped a couple of tears on his cheeks.

 “Thahahahahanks. I-I hihi- you guys are hohorrible-” he took another deep breath, shiny eyes. “I am so-” 

In less than a blink of an eye Virgil kneaded his two thighs at once, Thomas’ body arching before hitting the mattress with full force, legs kicking non stop, yet the purple lover continued his task, concentrating his attack on that sweet, weak spot on his inner thighs, squeezing them as fast as he could. The other’s voice faded for a piece of moment before coming back at full speed. - 

“VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!”

 “Tsc. Yep. I guess it was just my impression. It is just a bunch of adorable laughing, tsk, Thomas, I expected more from you.”

But he only continued for a few seconds before interrupting the tickling, giving him a break.

“Guess we will have to continue with the lesson until we proceed to tickle,” Logan’s voice, as always, was calm and plain, repeating the cursed word slowly, as if testing all its syllables, “tickle, tickle and tickle a bit of respect of you.”

“One would think he would’ve learned by now! With how much awfully ticklish and helpless he is…” Patton shook his head, faking sadness, doing his best to not smile with the adult’s embarrassed half groan, half whine, “Well, but at least, he can get all the tickly tingly tickles and kitchy kitchy coos he could ever want!”

“Shut up!!” Thomas protested, holding no real heat behind his words.

“Why, does the teasing make you all blush-y? Awww, is Thomathy too much weak for some itsy bitsy teasy teases?” Roman only smirked wider when Thomas tried to hide his red face, poking his armpits and making him lower his arms to protect them, his smile brightening the room. “We all know how much you just love all of this! Every. Single. Part.” He prodded his ribs at each word.

“Plehehease!”

“Please tickle you?” Virgil chuckled, dangerously. “You heard him, guys.”

 Everyone attacked again, although this time with less vigor, compensating that lack with hundreds of “Who has the cutestest laugh? Is yoooou!”, “Tickle tickle tickle!”, “Who is the most ticklish human of the entire world? Could you tell us, Thomas??” and "Kitty kitty coo”. 

Which, honestly, Thomas didn’t know if it was better or worse.

 Everything stopped a couple of minutes later with a Thomas lying on the bed panting, trying to get rid of the residual giggles while every side summoned their costumes, needing only a snap of fingers to fix the prank.

 “Really? You just needed to do that to fix them?” His tone was incredulous, his betrayed face being hard to be taken seriously with the red that still painted his cheeks and chuckles which still flew in the air.

 “Sure. As everything about us they are made of imagination, it wouldn’t be logical to use another method to modify them.” Logan clarified.

 “But you were right, Thomas!” Roman twirled in front of the mirror, bringing the pink color back and doing some poses before turning to face him. “This color REALLY look good on me.”

 “We could go with costumes and matching colors, Ro-ro!” Patton jumped excitedly in the same spot, having also chosen to stay with the new dyeing.

 “Magnificent idea, Padre! But for that we need to make some few adjustments.” And then he began to divagate about their new costumes, which probably would come out completely different from their original ones. Thomas sighed in frustration, rolling and face planting on the mattress.

 “You all are impossible.”

 “Hey. Get used to it.” Virgil poked his sides, watching him squirm and let out a little yelp with a light satisfaction. “This is what you got for accepting us in the family. The days will be much more fun from now. ~”

 All the sounds in the room stopped, each individual turning to face the Halloween lover.

 “What?” His tone was alarmed.

 “You said ‘family’.”

 “What???” pause. “No, I didn’t!!”

 “Yes yes yeeeees!! You said it!!” Patton seems like he could bounce through the walls. Virgil looked at each one, finding only kind and happy smiles. Now he felt his face almost as warm as Thomas’.

 “Just… shut up.” And he disappeared. Thomas snickered and was followed.

 Yeah…

 FamILY.

[solletichi]

soo um. this is like my second time sending a prompt ever but (if you want to) could you do 30 (from the most recent list) for saimatsu (preferably lee shuichi ,,) ? ^^ i love your blog, your writing always makes me smile :>

Day 30- Asking for it

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“Shooeheeheechi! Stohohop!” Kaede begged as Shuichi was drawing random patterns along her waist.

Shuichi said nothing and continued his ministrations, not noticing the mischievous glint in Kaede’s eyes. She waited for an opening and then struck.

“I’ve got you now!” Kaede stated triumphantly, grabbing how old Shuichi’s wrists. “You’re just asking for it now.”

“W-Wait! Kaede!”

Kaede spared no mercy as she snuck her hands under Shuichi’s shirt and furiously scribbled her fingers all over his torso. His reaction was instant.

“KAEDE NOHOHO!” he kicked and squirmed but it was to no avail: he couldn’t escape the tingly sensations from taking over his entire body.

“Hehe, you’re so cute when you laugh Shu!”

“GAHAHAHA SHADDUHUHUP!”

She finally let up, staring into Shuichi’s mercury eyes as he caught his breath. She tucked a few wisps of hair behind his ear and kissed him on the forehead, pulling him in closer to resume cuddling.

[leedrop-angel]

Tickletober day 23: drawn on

Lamp(Logan, Patton,Roman,Virgil)

Logan hasn't been sleeping, studying space, so the others find a way to tire him out

(based from one of @fluffymary pics :3)

Logan didn't know what happened, he was in bed reading on space one moment, and now was pined to then floor, the others all had pens. "So you don't wanna sleep logie-bear?" Patton started, and Roman jumped in next (so now we will use your convos to build a solar system, " Virgil lifted Logan's shirt with a grin.

"n-now guys, I just needed to read a bit more, t-then I was gonna sleep n-now that I'm EEK" before he could finish, Patton started to draw a star on his lower ribs, making him giggle alittle, but soon they grew as Virgil took the other side, drawing a few circles, and Roman drawing a star next to his belly button.

He was in a constant state of giggles, wiggling, trying to get away the best he could

"stay still now"

"heehee so giggly"

"so much canvas to work with"

And as the teases rolled out, Logan just kept giggling. "Eek, Pat"snort"nohohoho" was all Logan could say, "you gonna let me.sandman do his job logan?" Roman said, and Logan just nodded, not caring, just wanting to get the tickles to stop.

And they did, and before they did there other part of the plan, Logan ran to the bathroom to get cleaned up, both planning revenge, and listen to them laugh and walk out, everyone smiling that night.

[kanene-yaaay]

A pegadinha [Ou ‘Gang Tickles’ 6º TickleTober]

Nota da autora: A inspiração me atingiu em cheio nessa daqui. Nem tava com muita vontade, porém quando eu vi já tava na 8º página dfghjgffghyjujuhgfd.

Me pergunto se vou conseguir postar algum tema em seu respectivo dia... Talvez. Em algum futuro distante.~  xDDD

Avisos, fatos aleatórios, coisas aleatórias e tals:

* Esse mundo e personagens não pertencem à mim! Sanders Sides pertence à Thomas Sanders

* Isso é uma fanfic que gira em torno de cócegas, por favor, se você não gosta ou não se sente confortável com o assunto, leia alguma outra história! Tem obras maravilhosas por aqui! 0/. Não tem bem algum shipp em si, mas fique á vontade para ver yaoi aonde quiser! \0/.

* Umas 2.000 palavras. -w-)b.

* Perdoe-me qualquer erro ortográfico! Por favor, toda e qualquer crítica construtiva é bem vinda! \(-w-)/

* Isso acontece um pouco depois do vídeo de Nostalgia a pá, mas não é obrigatório saber isso ou ter visto esse vídeo para ler a fanfic. Tem um pouco de spoilers, no entanto.

* Versão em inglês, yaaaaay! Obrigado pela leitura, meus lollipops! Tenha uma semana maravilhosamente. Não faça pegadinhas nos outros... Ah não ser que seja uma pegadinha de boas, e divertida, pra todos. Beba água e espero que aprecies a história! ^w^)/

                                                          [~*~]

- Não! – Thomas apontou a almofada como se fosse uma arma para Roman, sua face tomada por uma expressão de concentração, atento à todo e qualquer barulho que pudesse indicar a presença repentina de qualquer um de seus outros aspectos. Roman sorriu, pegando uma almofada para si, um sorriso agitado no rosto, aceitando o desafio. – Você não dê mais nem um passo! Eu tenho essa almofada, e não tenho medo de usá-la!!

 - Então que comece o duelo!! Criação contra criador!! O príncipe e o plebeu!! Mas temo dizer, meu caro Thomas, que a batalha contra a bruxa dragão aumentaram minhas habilidades no esgrima com maestria!!! – Parando de realizar todos seus gestos para enfatizar suas palavras, os dois começaram à se circundar, ombros tensos, olhar preparado para qualquer movimento. – E, temo que após seus atos estás destinado à ter seu mesmo fim!!

 Um pequeno clique estalou atrás de si. O humano deu meia volta e saiu em disparada, rápido o bastante para ver, com o canto do olho, uma figura de cardigã caindo no chão em sua falha tentativa de agarrá-lo para trás. Toda sua consciência moral de voltar para ajudá-lo foi soterrada pela certeza do destino que teria se caísse nas mãos do outro.

 Seus pés o guiaram com velocidade para seu quarto, indo em direção ao closet, na certeza do esconderijo perfeito. Escorregou ao fazer a virada bruta, mas o que realmente quase o fez cair no chão (e gritar. Não que ele fosse admitir, claro) foi a figura que já lhe esperava com os braços cruzados, encostado na porta do pequeno cômodo adjacente.

 - Closet, o esconderijo perfeito. – Virgil desencostou-se do dito cujo, fechando a porta. Seus rosto parecia ainda mais macabro com a pouca iluminação que recebia ao estar de capuz. – Sinceramente, você subestima o quanto te conhecemos, Thomas.

 - Precisamente. – O adulto não precisou olhara para trás para saber que Logan acabara de se posicionar à poucos metros de si, provavelmente saindo de algum canto escuro do quarto. Seus olhos voaram em direção à porta. Uma gota de suor desceu por sua testa. Sua respiração se tornou mais errática. Ele conseguia ouvir Patton e Roman se aproximando, se conseguisse correr dali poderia pegá-los de surpresa, se aproveitando disso para desviar deles, correndo para fora até um aeroporto mais próximo, quem sabe.

 Ele piscou, e então Virgil estava à menos de oito metros de distância dele. Praticamente metade do caminho entre si e o closet. Thomas sentiu seus olhos se arregalarem.

 - Uh hun hun. – Virgil balançou o dedo negativamente, um sorriso maléfico adornando sua face. – Sou seu instinto de Luta ou Fuga, lembra? Você não vai querer apostar corrida comigo. ~

 - E também não se incomode em bolar algum plano para fugir daqui. Eu já calculei todas as rotas de fuga possíveis e deixei todos cientes. Patton e Roman estão mais que preparados para toda e qualquer ação de sua parte.

 - Mas era isso que você queria, não é mesmo? – Virgil voltou à falar e Thomas começou à recuar, agora conseguindo ver os dois aspectos ao mesmo tempo. – Você sabia muito bem o que ia acontecer quando deixou nossas fantasias completamente tingidas de rosa neon.

 - Vamos, gente... - As lentes do óculos de Logan brilhavam, tornando impossível de se ver o olhar por de trás das mesmas. Virgil estava sério, nem mesmo olhando de relance para Roman e seu sorriso louco e Patton com sua expressão inocente que por algum motivo lhe causava arrepios na espinha. Suas pernas bateram na cama, um sorriso nervoso começou à se abrir em seu rosto. – Foi só uma brincadeira!! E a cor super combina com vocês!! Patton!! – seu tom era quase desesperado, seus olhos se encontrando com os da figura paternal do quarteto. – Você disse que adora essa cor!! Não ficou bem mais bonito?

 - Ah, claro que sim, Timothy! – ele sempre trocava seu nome quando queria brincar com ele, seu tom era completamente animado. – Mas também sou seu aspecto moral, e nós dois sabemos muito bem que não se deve mexer nas coisas dos outros sem permissão!

 Thomas deu mais uma última olhada em todos, então se jogou na cama, o que pareceu dar partida em alguma corrida, porque automaticamente todos os lados dispararam em sua direção, tendo que frear de última hora quando o mesmo ergueu sua mão esquerda, triunfante.

 Logan sentiu sua respiração e voz engatarem na garganta. Ele não seria capaz...

 - PÁRA TRÁS!! OU EU NÃO CONSEGUIREI RESPONDER PELOS MEUS ATOS!! – O adulto balançou o pote de Crofter’s alguns metros acima do chão. Patton segurou a mão de Logan, o qual tinha a expressão mais traída que Thomas j�� presenciara. Ele e Virgil se seguraram para não soltar uma risada com o silêncio estarrecedor que se espalhou pelo quarto.

 - Ó, figura cruel!! Como pensamentos tão maléficos podem partir de um único ser?? – Roman se aproximou com passos firmes, parando apenas quando o outro ameaçou derrubar o doce. – Largue o refém e talvez diminuamos sua sina!!

 - Eu... não acho que é assim que barganhas funcionam, Roman.

 - Oh!! – O aspecto da criatividade pôs a mão no peito, encarando o de capuz comum olhar de quem se sentia pessoalmente ofendido. – Mas, bem, meu caro panda, pelo menos EU estou tentando fazer alguma coisa! Não estou vendo nenhum de você-

 - PEGUEI!! – Thomas gritou quando sentiu o pote ser puxado com rapidez de sua mão, tendo estado envolvido demais na pequena discussão para perceber Logan submergindo ao seu lado. Um grande ‘oof!” deixou seus lábios quando Patton se atirou em cima de si.

 - E eu o peguei!! – E o encarou com os olhos brilhantes e um sorriso que fizeram o coração do humano aquecer um pouco mais. Essa pegadinha estava se saindo melhor do que esperava. – Olá lá lá, Tanner!

 - Esse nohohome nem se parece com o meheheu! – Ô droga. As risadinhas. Lógico que elas já estariam aqui, mesmo antes de tudo começar. Ele encarou com uma euforia e leve medo cada um dos olhares que foi lançado em sua direção.

 - Então, caras, o que vamos fazer com ele? – Maléfico, mas um pouco preocupado.

  “Virgil... sempre muito mais coração de manteiga do que ousaria admitir.”

 - Ohoho. Seu destino já foi selado no momento em que ele lançou seu feitiço perverso em nossas vestimentas! – Divertido e maroto. Roman estalou os dedos.

 “Sempre amou essa parte das pegadinhas, mesmo que na maioria das vezes elas fossem suas ideias.”

 - Virgil, creio que já está na hora de estares ciente de um... método que nós temos para fazer com que Thomas aprenda uma lição. – Metodológico e cheio de brilho.

 “Gosta desses momentos muito mais do pensa em admitir.”

 Thomas se contorceu, observando Logan sumir de seu campo de visão e ir na direção dos pés. Ele SEMPRE ia para os pés!! Droga droga droga!

 Patton riu.

 - Ohh. Sim! Isso sempre o fez se desculpar tão rápido! – A figura paternal remexeu os dedos na sua frente, fazendo com que mais risadinhas conseguissem escapar dos lábios do adulto antes de ele selá-los com força, olhos igualmente fechados em busca de ignorar as provocações dos mesmos.  – Ainda não o fez aprender totalmente a lição, mas é um trabalho em progresso!!

 Virgil finalmente entendeu o que estava acontecendo ali e sentiu-se suspirar em alívio. Claro que essa seria a ‘punição’ que eles iriam arranjar...

 Seus pensamentos foram interrompidos com um guincho de Thomas que conseguiu sentir os ares da liberdade quando Roman cutucou uma das suas axilas, rabiscando e abrindo um sorriso ao ver a ‘vítima’ começar à se contorcer.

 - Escolha seu lugar, Virgil!! Pois o show já vai começar!!

 O de moletom encarou os outros, sentindo-se corar com todos os olhares que lhe observavam e rapidamente indo para o primeiro lugar que lhe pareceu livre: as pernas. Logan lhe deu um pequeno aceno de cabeça, segurando um pé em um chave de braço, um pequeno sorriso sem dentes em seu rosto.

 - Contagem regressiva!! – Patton alegremente anunciou.

 - CARAS, NÃO!! Por favohohor! Era só uma brincadeira!! – Ele já tinha um sorriso gigante na face, os nervos eletrizando-se em antecipação.

 - Três!!! – Roman agarrou um de seus braços, puxando-o para cima, Thomas tentou empurrá-lo sem muito entusiasmo.

 - Eles estão mais bonitos agora, é séheheheherio!!

 - Dois!! – Patton puxou sua blusa, traçando um dedo levemente pelo seu umbigo, fazendo com que as risadinhas e bufos já começassem à se empilhar em sua garganta.

 - Ack! Pahahahatton!! Vejam isso como um presente!!!

 - Um. – Logan remexia de leve o dedo anelar em partes aleatórias da sola do outro, como se estudasse em qual local deveria começar.

 - Nãonãonãonãonão! Caras!!

 Mas um silêncio se instalou no local, todos se voltaram para Virgil, que instantaneamente sentiu sua face queimar. Ele nunca estivera nessa brincadeira antes, pensara que eles só iam... bem, er... É que...

 - Virgil! – Inconscientemente o de moletom apertou suas mãos, as quais, para o azar de Thomas, estavam em sua coxa, o fazendo saltar com a sensação. – Vihihihihirgil!! Não!

 O aspecto da ansiedade encarou o brilho no olhar do outro, o sorriso e a animação na sua voz. Sem nem mesmo perceber um próprio sorriso predatório tomou conta de sua expressão.

 - Vai.

 Todos atacaram de uma só vez.

 - NahahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CARAHAHAHAHahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAS!

 Sua mente estava louca. Ele tinha absoluta certeza disso. Tinha mãos cutucando e arranhando suas axilas, tinha dedos remexendo-se em seu umbigo, tinha unhas dançando vagarosamente e meticulosamente por todo o seu pé e tinha mãos apertando e amassando cada centímetro quadrado de suas coxas.

 Era insuportável.

 As gargalhadas deixavam sua boca em uma avalanche incontrolável, em intensidades que ele nem mesmo sabia que alcançava. Sua face estava em brasas. Seu corpo inteiro vibrava com a força das gargalhadas.

 Era incrível.

 - POHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHohohohohohoHOHOHOHOHO FAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- as frases não se completavam. Sua cabeça ia de um lado para o outro e guinchos e bufos volitavam por todo o local, seu corpo contorcendo-se, tentando parar todas as sensações e tendo absolutamente zero sucesso em seu trabalho.

 Sem contar as outras risadas. Era sua parte preferida. Escutar todos rindo juntos, em harmonia, em conjunto. Como uma estranha e excêntrica família. Tudo parecia lembrá-lo disso: O calor no coração, as borboletas na barriga, o coro de sorrisos...

 As sensações diminuíram, lhe deixando captar um pouco mais de ar.

 - Meheheheheheheheheheu Deheheheheheheheus... – Seu sorriso ia de uma orelha à outra em sua face. Não conseguia impedir. Não queria impedir. Fechou os olhos, deixando todas as risadinhas saírem sem fazer nenhum esforço para pará-las.

 - E então, Thomas, tem algo que gostaria de nos dizer?

 Ele nem sabia que era possível que seu sorriso crescesse ainda mais. Ele se lembrava bem demais dessa brincadeira.

 - Deshehehehehescu- Roman remexeu os dedos em seu pescoço, rabiscando naquele ponto sensível atrás de sua orelha. – HUHuhuhunahahahahah-ack! – a série de guinchos o impediu de continuar, ele amassou a orelha no ombro, tentando fazer com que as cócegas passassem. – Rohohohohohman!!!

 - Perdão, Thomas. Acho que não entendi. Repete? – Aquele sorriso inocente!!

 - Meheheheheh dehehehehs- O adulto arregalou os olhos quando viu o aspecto moral começar À respirar fundo, abaixando a cabeça. – Pattohohohohohohohn!!! Vahahahahahahahamos! Não-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! – A framboesa o fez atirar sua cabeça para trás e gargalhar, toda e qualquer palavra que fosse ser dita sendo perdida no meio.

 - Acho que você não está levando esse ensinamento sério o bastante, Thomas. – Mesmo de longe o de camisa de Steven Universo conseguia perceber o sorriso no rosto do lado mais sério do quarteto, isso apenas serviu para aumentar ainda mais seu fluxo de risadinhas.

 - Nahahaha! Eu quizhihihihihihi dizer deHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE – Logan começou à soltar pequenas framboesas em pontos específicos na sola do seu pé, o que apenas fez com que Thomas derramasse novamente a cascada de risadas e guinchos que se misturavam em melodia. – MEHEHEHE deixa falahahahahahlAHAAHHAHAHAHahahahahar!!!

 - Hmmm. Não sei caras, acho que a gente devia dar uma chance. Acho que ele quer dizer algo – Virgil sorriu, apenas porque toda a situação era adorável demais para se fazer qualquer outra coisa além disso. O adulto pareceu agradecido e limpou as lágrimas.

 - Ehehehehehehe, mehehe descul- Num piscar de olhos Virgil apertou o mais rápido que podia as duas coxas do outro, fazendo com que sua voz sumisse por um momento, antes que voltasse à toda velocidade. – VIRGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIL NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!

 - Tsc. É, caras, acho que foi só impressão minha. Só são um bando de risadas adoráveis.

 Todos atacaram de novo, com menos vigor dessa vez. Todas as cócegas sendo regadas à centenas de “Coothie coothie coo” e “Quem tem a risada mais fofa? É você!!”, o que Thomas não conseguia dizer se era melhor ou pior.

 Tudo parou em menos de dois minutos depois. Com um Thomas deitado ofegante, rindo e tentando retirar as cócegas remanescentes enquanto cada um conjurava suas fantasias, precisando apenas um estalar de dedos para consertar a pegadinha.

 - Vo-vocês só precisavam disso para ajeitá-las??? – Seu tom saiu incrédulo, o que era um pouco difícil de se levar à sério com o rosto vermelho e sorriso gigante.

 - Claro. Como tudo em nós, elas são feitas de imaginação, não teria lógica se equivaler de outro método para mudá-las. – Logan pontuou.

 - Se bem que você tinha razão, Thomas! – Roman girou na frente do espelho, fazendo algumas poses antes de se virar para encará-lo – Essa cor REALEMENTE fica bem em mim.

 - Podemos ir de fantasias e cores combinando, Ro-ro!! – Patton pulou animadamente no mesmo lugar, também tendo escolhido manter a fantasia com o tingimento rosado.

 - Ideia magnífica, Padre! Mas para isso temos que fazer alguns pequenos ajustes!! – E o mesmo começou à divagar sobre a nova fantasia, que provavelmente sairia completamente diferente da original de ambos. Thomas suspirou frustrado, se revirando no colchão.

 - Vocês são impossíveis.

 - Hey, acostume-se. – Virgil cutucou-o nas costelas, o vendo se contorcer e soltar um guincho com uma leve satisfação. – É isso que dar nos aceitar na família. Os dias vão ficar bem mais divertidos, agora. ~

 Todos os sons no cômodo pararam, cada um dos indivíduos se virando para o aspecto que representa a ansiedade.

 - O que? – Seu tom era alarmado.

 - Você disse ‘família’!

 - O que??? – pausa assustada. – Não disse, não!!

 - Sim sim siiiiiim. Você disse!!! – Patton parecia que ia pular pelas paredes. Virgil olhou pra cada um, encontrando apenas sorrisos carinhosos e alegres, agora seu rosto parecia estar quase tão vermelho quanto o de Thomas.

 - Só... Arg. – E desapareceu no chão do cômodo. Thomas riu e foi acompanhado.

 É...

 Família.

[solletichi]

give me saioumota prompts im needy and have a day off tomorrow

[leedrop-angel]

Tickletober day 27 holding it in

Logan and child! virgil

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Logan was reading when Patton came over with virgil, and lucky for them, Virgil was fast asleep, sucking his thumb. " Salutations Patton, I presume you doing well" Logan said, without looking up from his book and Patton nods and walks over, setting virgil in Logans lap. Virgil shifted, but stayed asleep. "I'm going to help Thomas with Roman, your gonna need to watch that little guy of mine" Patton smiles.

Logan puts his book down, and nodded. And with that patton got up and left. Logan sighs softly and holds his arm around virgils side, keeping him safe. But when he felt a little hand press agenst his belly. He told himself to stay still, and to not laugh, but boy did he want to.

And he sweaked every time virgil moved, but soon he broke when he noticed Virgil was awake, but he just kept going.