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Pre-Accepting Anxiety Virgil walks in to the common room to see the Light Sides having a tickle fight, cue big Lee MoodTM. So now he's awkwardly trying to keep up his bad guy persona while desperately trying to figure out how to tell them that he NEEDS to be WRECKED!

Virgil had happened to walk into the commons over five minutes ago. It had been a mistake. Patton was on the floor, squealing happily as Roman squeezed his belly. Logan was trying to go after Roman’s thighs while Patton had one hand holding his ankle and the other hand scribbling away.

Patton was digging his fingers into Roman’s armpit, and Roman was yelling for help and grabbing for Logan, whose help was in the form of tickling Patton’s knees.

Roman had Logan’s feet in a headlock, but Logan was leaned forward and tickling his sides. Patton was scribbling on Logan’s feet, teasing him and Roman at the same time.

The scene changed and morphed every few seconds, and Virgil couldn’t help but feel the phantom sensations all over his body, working him up into a truly massive lee mood. He didn’t care if it was all three of them against him. No, he did care. He wanted all three of them. He wanted to writhe on the floor like Roman was now doing, but for much longer. He wanted to shriek as loud or louder than Logan did when someone touched his toes. He wanted to cackle and squeak and squeal as happily as Patton was. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted.

And then Roman spotted him. “Oh. How long hahave you been here?”

Virgil shrugged, slouching against the wall. “Not long. What are you doing?” He asked, wrinkling his nose as if it was weird.

“We’re having a tickle fight!” Patton said happily. “Wanna join?”

“Yes,” slipped out of his mouth before he could come up with the right response.

Patton clapped happily, beckoning him over. Roman and Logan looked less certain, but still willing.

“Have you ever been tickled before?” Patton asked.

“No. It doesn’t look like something that would be my thing,” Virgil lied.

“Oh, well you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Virgil felt his cheeks warm up, and was incredibly glad that he was wearing such heavy foundation. He had to come up with some way to save this without entirely ruining his reputation. “Well, you guys seem to like it, and I li—am trying to get along with you some, so…”

“No, really, kiddo, some people don’t like it, and it’s perfectly fine if you’re one of those people.”

Virgil didn’t know what to say for a long second. He couldn’t just come out and say that he’d lied and he’d do anything if they’d just wreck him, preferably thoroughly and right away! “Well, I haven’t tried yet, so I might as well give it a shot.”

“Why don’t you try tickling one of us first?” Roman suggested.

Virgil hated the idea. Well, not hated, but it was pretty much the opposite of what he wanted. The whole time he’d just be thinking about how much he wanted to be tickled, and his Lee mood would just get worse, and then he’d be awful at actually tickling, and—

He shrugged. “Yeah, I can try. Are you offering, Princey?”

“Yeah, sure, go for it.”

Virgil was hit again with a wave of wishing he could be Roman right now, casually asking for tickles without giving up any of his dignity. He reached for his ribs, scribbling up towards his armpits.

Roman burst into giggles, squirming, but not trying to hold Virgil back until he got too close to his underarms. It was actually a bit fun, and Virgil suspected he might have even enjoyed himself if he weren’t so utterly far gone in a lee mood.

“What do you think?” Logan asked.

Virgil shrugged. “It’s alright.”

Patton nodded. “Ok. I can try tickling you if you want. I’ll be really light and careful, and as soon as you say so I’ll stop, ok?”

Virgil nodded, trying not to seem as eager as he felt.

Patton really did start light, the gentlest scribbling at Virgil’s sides that he could barely feel through his jacket. It still made him giggle and squirm, and only made him want it more and more, until it was nearly a need.

Patton pulled his hands away, and a desperate whine tore out of Virgil’s throat before he could stop it.

“What’s the matter?” Patton asked, very concerned.

Logan of course, having been silently watching the whole time, moved forward with a light in his eyes that showed he knew. “I believe the problem might be the jacket. Would object to unzipping it? It would not need to be fully removed.”

Virgil immediately unzipped his jacket, baring his stomach and sides to Logan’s fingers, with only the thin t-shirt material for protection. Logan scribbled a bit faster than Patton had, and Virgil let out a happy squeal, falling back to lay on the ground and squirm happily as Logan’s fingers kneaded his belly.

“I have reason to believe that Anxiety has been lying to us,” Logan said calmly. “I believe that he not only is aware of tickling, but is in fact in what has been termed a ‘mega lee mood’.”

“Awww, kiddo, you just had to ask!” Patton cooed, adding his hand to Logan’s.

Virgil’s laughing got louder and happier, and he tried to control his squirming to only squirm towards the fingers.

“So dark and gloomy really likes being tickled, huh?” Roman said, tweaking his knee.

Virgil finally let himself nod, laughing too much to try and speak.

Suddenly all of them stopped, and the whine came out again, even louder and far more embarrassing this time. Virgil flushed, his whole face and ears getting hot.

“Alright, kiddo, we’ll give you all the tickles you could want,” Patton said, and Virgil’s eyes grew wide and hopeful. “As long as you tell us first how much you really want.”

Virgil covered his face with his hands and whined, shaking his head.

“You don’t want any more?” Roman teased.

“I do!” Virgil said desperately.

“How many?” Logan asked.

Virgil dropped his hands, but he didn’t look at any of them. “A lot. A whole lot. I don’t know exactly. Can’t I just pick a safeword and you go until then?”

“Ooh, glutton for punishment here wants to go until safeword,” Roman said. “So what’ll it be?”

Patton was mumbling things behind his hands, and even without hearing clearly, Virgil knew he was saying how ticklish Virgil was and picking out spots to go after. He was going to be the absolute best Ler, and Virgil hoped he got tickled absolutely speechless.

“Sanders.”

Patton let out a happy squeal and dug into his belly immediately, making Virgil jolt and burst into loud laughter.

Logan gently pulled his hands up over his head and sat on them, teasing a feather he’d gotten from somewhere around his ears and neck.

Roman moved down to pull his shoes off, and went back and forth between his feet and knees.

Virgil was drifting into euphoria, and he hoped it never, ever stopped.

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Beware of Running Away from Lers

Roman had been tickling Virgil mercilessly, and the instant he wasn’t paying attention Virgil made a break for it, wiggling away and trying to slip off the bed head-first since he didn’t have enough time to try and roll over.

But Roman grabbed his ankles, and then came up and sat on his thighs, and Virgil was trapped again, but with the top half of him hanging off the bed, his hair just brushing the ground.

Roman’s hand ghosted over his belly and Virgil flinched. It was all stretched out, the skin taut, and that one touch had already tickled so bad.

Virgil tried hard to sit back up, but he wasn’t exactly known for being in shape. Even his arms, which were now free, could barely touch Roman.

“Oh, are you just a little bit regretting your decision?” Roman teased, drawing a spiral with one finger on Virgil’s belly.

He should be able to resist this, this was nothing, but he couldn’t, and he was laughing already.

“Well, you’ll be regretting it more in just a minute here. I think you need to be taught a lesson about not running away from Lers.” Roman blew a raspberry right at his pantline, and Virgil shrieked, flailing desperately.

“Do the tickles tickle more now?” Roman teased. “You can’t handle a little tickly wiggle?”

Virgil couldn’t seem to stop laughing his head off, even between tickles.

Roman tested out a little scribble, and it nearly sent Virgil into hysterics.

“Look at you, all squealing from just a little bit of tummy tickling. Big bad anxiety all giggly.”

Roman poked a few times, and the pokes were awful. Roman seemed to realize just how bad they were and had mercy. Virgil wished. Roman actually decided to taze his belly, over and over, until Virgil could barely breathe.

He grabbed one of Virgil’s hands and pulled him up to a sitting position, letting him get breath back, and then promptly shoved him down again and scribbled on his belly.

“What, you thought I’d let you be done that soon? No, no, no… Virgil, I’m keeping you here all day long.”

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“Shy Requests”

Summary: Virgil is in a terribly bad lee mood but can’t bring himself to ask for what he desperately wants.

Warnings: Tickle fic

Pairings: romantic or platonic Moxiety (Virgil x Patton)

Notes: This is a pretty short one, sorry about that!

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Virgil groaned, squirming for the hundredth time that afternoon.

He knew it was gonna be a long day, but this was just getting ridiculous.

The anxious side had previously snuck into Patton's room and bed, the latter quickly noting their unspoken agreement that this was Virgil's way of saying he needed physical affection. But what Patton didn't know was that Virgil was having one of his incredibly strong lee moods. And, being the anxious person he was, he was too afraid to voice his wanted.

And so there they laid, Patton leaning against the headboard with his arms wrapped around Virgil's waist, the latter facing inward and laying his head into the former's chest. Patton gently ran a hand through the other side's hair, softly humming to himself. And for a while, things were calm.

That is, until Virgil shifted his position once more, cuddling farther into the moral side's arms.

"You alright, kiddo? You keep moving around. Are you uncomfortable?"

Virgil winced at the concern in Patton's voice, feeling slightly guilty. No he wasn't alright! He wanted to be wrecked into oblivion, but the problem was he couldn't bring himself to ask.

But if he continued this any longer, Patton would really start to worry, and that was the last thing Virgil needed.

He would just say it. Simple as that. He would ask Patton to ti- to do that to him, and Patton would say of course because he's a sweetheart, and Virgil would have nothing to worry about. …If only it was that simple.

"Erm, yeah I'm okay… it's just, uh-" the nervous side stuttered, playing with his hands in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Just what, love? You know you can talk to me about anything!"

"I know, it's just…" Virgil continued, feeling the heat rise to his face. God, why was this so hard?

"I'm kinda… in a M-mood… and I was w-wondering if you could-"

Virgil was interrupted from his little shpeel when he felt Patton's chest shake underneath his head, glancing up to see the latter chuckling joyfully.

"What-"

Patton stopped suddenly, bringing his hand under the other side's chin to tilt his head upward, their eyes meeting. His gaze was brimming with fondness, and the anxious side couldn't help but blush further.

"Was that it? You could've told me earlier, silly goose." He responded, a sparkle in his eye. The kind of sparkle that stole Virgil's breath and made his heart skip a beat.

"Right…" he muttered, hiding his face in the shorter boy's chest, an embarrassed smile crawling onto his lips.

Without any further discussion, Virgil jumped slightly as he felt 10 cold fingers make their way underneath his sweater, scratching softly at his sides. He wasn't in the mood to hold back, quiet giggles slipping past his lips as he shook his head, mumbling a,

"Noooohohoho-"

"No what? This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Patton teased, spidering his hands over Virgil's lower ribs.

"Yehehehehes!"

“Make up your mind Giggles, is it yes or no?” The moral side responded, before moving his wiggling fingers to pinch and knead the soft pudge of Virgil’s belly.

“WahahAHAHAIT nahahahaha-!” He couldn’t bring himself to reply, instead opting for throwing his head back on to Patton’s shoulder and kicking his legs out involuntarily. The giggling side reflexively reached out to softly grab his friend’s wrists as a single finger dipped into his unbelievably sensitive navel and began vibrating, though that’s as far as Virgil could get before going limp with laughter.

“AHHHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOD!” He cackled, his legs kicking with more force and his head rocking side-to-side in a futile attempt to get rid of the ticklish sensations bombarding his brain.

Patton then decided to bring it down a notch, switching to softly scritching his nails over the skin where Virgil’s stomach met his sides, eliciting much more tame but still childish titters from the boy. To make matters worse, the anxious side shivered as he felt Patton lean forward and placing gentle tickly kisses from behind the shell of his ear to the back of his neck, moving back and forth to give each spot the same amount of attention.

“Mmhmhmhm!~ Eheheheheh…” Virgil sighed dreamily, melting into the soft touches.

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Patton asked, smiling against his friend’s neck as he felt the purple clad boy’s stomach quiver underneath his fingertips.

Virgil simply replied with a lazy nod, still snickering softly with his eyes closed. Patton giggled in response, relishing in the happy laughter and warmth of the flushed boy in his lap.

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"Peekaboo!"

"Patton! No! Stahahap!"

"....nnnngghhmmmmPeekaboo!"

"No! You-leave my shirt alohohohone!"

"Peekaboo!"

"SNRK! Nahahahahahaaha!"

"Peekaboo, Virgeypoo!"

"No nicknaaaaames..."

"......"

"No...either do it or don't! No anticipahahation!"

"......."

"Pahahahatton!"

"......."

"Patt-"

"Peekaboo!"

"Shut uhuhup!!"

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"Peekaboo."

"Patton! Whahat on Earth are you doing?"

"Peekaboo!"

"Stahap this silliness!"

"Peekaboo!!"

"That is my abdomen! Why are you peeking a booing at it?"

"Peekaboo?"

"Pleahahease leave my shirt alone."

"Peekaboo!"

"Pahahatton! No! Dont tihihickle!"

"Peekaboooo!!"

"The butterflies! Oh the horrible butterflihihihies!"

"Peekaboo!"

"Quihihit it already!"

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"Peekaboo!"

"Huh?"

"Peekaboo!"

"Patton? What are you trying to do?"

"Peekaboo!"

"My dear Patton. You know that isnt a tickle spot of mine."

"Peekaboo!"

"It is oddly endearing watching you try to fluster me by this adorable technique."

"Peekaboo."

"I wonder..."

"...peeEEEEEK!"

"I have you now! ...Peekaboo."

"Noooooooohohohoho!!"

"Peeeeeeeekaboo Patton's tummy."

"Nooooooooo stahahahahahap!"

"Peekaboo cute little belly button."

"Rohohohoman Stahahaahap!

"Peekaboo and a kiss! Mwah!"

"Eeep! Nohohohoho!"

"You brought this upon your self!! Peekaboooo..."

"Eheheheheheheheheheheh!! Help meeeeee!!!"

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Lerning New Things About Ourselves

Word Count: 9,100

Ships: Prinxiety (Platonic)

Warnings: More intense teases and tickles, secondhand embarrasment (probably)

Yoooo, it’s finally here and I’m stoked. Please leave comments and feedback seeing as I really went out of my comforst zone with not only length but extreme teases and stuff. Please let me know what I can do better. Now to post beofre my anxiety freaks me out lol. 

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YES AHHHHH THIS IS ADORABLE ITS ADORABLE LOOK AT THEM LOGAN OH MY GOODNESS AAHHHH

Logan’s Lost Laughter

LAMP [Virgil/Anxiety x Roman/Princey x Patton/Morality x Logan/Logic]

Summary: Virgil’s winning the prank war and won’t stop, so they have to find a way to make him [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

THIS IS SLIGHTLY LONGER/MORE INTENSE BUT THIS TIME WITH LEE LOGAN

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Y e s

When a ler experiences a lee mood for the first time and they're like "WHAT IS THIS!?!"

Hahahahahahaha suffer :)

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“Are you laughing at me?” Virgil asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Logan shrugged, fighting the smile on his lips.

“Of course not,” he said smoothly. “I merely thought of something funny. Unrelated to you, of course.”

His lie didn’t impress Virgil much.

“Oh yeah?” the emo side questioned, a smile of his own growing on his face. “Well, I just thught of something hilarious.”

Logan recognized that tone: that dangerous tone, that dealy tone, that tone that meant “get out while you still can.”

So he did. He turned on his heel and began racing for the door, only to feel his attacker wrap his arms around his waist rather suddenly.

“You really thought you could out run Fight or Flight?” Virgil’s voice was low, his breath sending a tingly sensation down Logan’s spine. “Oh, you’re really not thinking straight, huh?”

“I never think straight,” Logan replied, forgoing his hatred of puns to allow this one joke to slip through. He strained in Virgil’s grip, but the anxious side had no proble pulling the two of them to the ground, forcing Logan to lay flat on his stomach and straddling his legs before the other could even react.

“As I was saying, before you interrupted me,” Virgil continued, spinning around so he was facing Logan’s feet, “I just thought of something really funny, too. Do you wanna know what it is?”

Logan shook his head, even though he knew Virgil wasn’t looking at him. “No! No, I don’t!”

Virgil hummed. He lifted one hand and began lazily scratching his nails along Logan’s heel.

Logan gasped, his foot kicking up on reflex, but all he succeeded in was allowing Virgil to swiftly grab the unruly ankle, trapping that foot even further.

“I was thinking,” he said, ignoring Logan’s protests, “that for someone so serious, you have a pretty cute weakness.” Again he scratched his nails against Logan’s heel, this time with more intention. Logan laughed, a helpless noise that he could’ve kept inside if he weren’t already so flustered.

“And it’s funny that you would be so cocky towards someone who definitely knows about your cute little weakness.”

Virgil’s hand shifted upward to skitter wildly at the sole of Logan’s foot, making sure to pay special attention to the arches. He traced his nails through some of the deeper wrinkles, making Logan’s laugh get even more frantic, his other leg kicking as wildly as it could in his position.

“But you know what’s really funny?” Virgil asked.

“Nohohohoho!” was Logan’s only response, his fists batting uselessly against the floor.

Virgil manuevered his hand from holding onto Logan’s ankle, to gently pulling his toes back from their clenched position.

“It’s. So. Funny,” he said slowly, interjecting each word with a quick scribble underneath Logan’s row of toes, “How. Much. You. Love. It.”

With that, he dug all five fingers underneath Logan’s toes at once, wiggling at the stems in just the right way to make Logan scream with laughter.

“See, I knew you’d think it was funny!” Virgil said.

“Fahaha- fahahahalsehohohohod!”

Virgil tsked. “Falsehood? But look how hard you’re laughing! Maybe I’m funnier than I thought,” he pondered as he wormed his four fingers in between Logan’s toes while drilling into the ball of his foot with his thumb.

“Nohohohohoho! I’m sohohohorry! I’m so sohohohohorry!”

Virgil pulled his hand away, but didn’t release Logan’s foot.

“Sorry for what?” he asked, trailing a gentle touch down Logan’s sole, making the other side yelp.

“Sorry for laughing at you!” he hurried to say. After another few moments of laight tickles, Virgil slid off of Logan’s legs, helping him sit up so he could catch his breath.

“You good?” he asked. Logan nodded, looking puzzled.

“I don’t even remember why I was laughing at you in the first place,” he admitted. Virgil paused before he laughed lightly.

“Me either.”

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Oh

My gosh

Him faultering with every tease during their game is so true, honestly

Holy hell, how can one even PLAY with that bet on the table wHOA

 “Lot of courage for someone who’s about to get tickled.” with lee!virgil and ler!patton ~ Sensey

Of course of course, coming right up! Thank you @fluffymary, hope you like it!

(also I am very tired, I barely slept and I did not take my Sunday nap, so I actually dozed off partway through writing and then continued when I woke up so if it’s OOC or disjointed that is why lol, sorry!!)

8. “Lot of courage for someone who’s about to get tickled.”

TacTickle Advantage

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): Platonic Moxiety

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Virgil, Ler!Patton

Word Count: 715 words

Summary: Virgil should know better than to accept a challenge from Patton when he has that devious grin on his face.

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Virgil would admit, he was getting a little cocky. 

But, what, was he supposed to remain humble when dominating at MarioKart? While Patton wasn’t as much of a challenge as Logan, he was nothing to shake his head at. And Virgil was winning.

Patton huffed as he came in second place once again, then turned an easy grin onto Virgil. “Hey, let’s make this more interesting!”

Virgil raised an eyebrow, huffing out a laugh as he smirked. “You sure about that? You don’t seem to be in the best position to be making such deals.”

Patton grinned at him. “Come on, Virge! Just a little bet!”

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Ah!!! That’s adorable!!!!! Oh my gosh the kiss turning into tickles is my favourite bit!!!!! Oh my gosh!!!

The Perfect Pair - Logince

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Yeah, those were socks alright.

Logan gazed down at the drawer overflowing with socks, a beaming Patton standing behind him proudly. “This is my entire collection! Oh, aside from the ones I’m wearing right now! I’m not sure how many I have, but I think it’s somewhere in the low hundreds?”

Hundreds? “Fascinating,” he murmured, running his hands over the ones with constellation patterns. “You seem to enjoy this little hobby of yours, Patton. I can certainly say I’ve never seen anything like it. What are you wearing now?”

“Oh!” Patton slid off his shoes to show him. “See? It looks like I have little kitty cat paws!” The socks themselves were gray, while the paw prints were a light pink.

Logan nodded. “I see. That is-“

“Pawsome?”

“No.”

He pouted, slowly putting his shoes back on. “You’re being catty today. Something on your mind?”

“That was dreadful.” He turned his attention back to the colorful socks. “Anyways, I may actually get a few of these myself. They are quite…” His breath died in his throat. Were those what he thought they were? No, they couldn’t be. He slowly lifted out a certain pair and blushed, turning them over in his hands. “Actually, I would like to borrow these for a little while.” 

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Roman was lounging on his bed and staring at the ceiling with a serene smile as he allowed his creative mind to wander, eyes slowly closing. Breaks were the absolute best. No rushing to think up video ideas or deal with a certain someone’s nagging about schedules and deadlines approaching not even that quickly. Just relaxation. 

“Roman.”

His eyes opened and settled on the figure standing in his doorway. Spoke too soon. “Yes, Heisenberg?” he questioned evenly, trying to keep the slight frustration out of his voice. As much as he lo-liked him, now was a time for him to unwind.

“I…” Logan wasn’t sure what to say. “May I come in?”

But he can’t say no to that face. “Sure!” Roman patted the space next to him on the bed, curiosity written across his face when he instead sat down in front of him. “Hi?” He drew his legs up so he could sit criss-crossed. “You never said what you needed.”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to see you.”

Ooh, that sent an arrow straight through his heart. “I’m honored, my precious nerd! I was just relaxing over here, care to join me? Or did you want to talk about something specific?”

“I shall just join you.” Logan enacted the next phase of his plan, which was setting both legs in his lap as casually as possible. He must be so stealthy right now.

He was not stealthy at all right now. Roman raised an eyebrow, noticing he wasn’t wearing his usual shoes as he tended to do at all times. Only socks. “Um,” he began, then quieted. What was he supposed to do? “It’s rare to see you without shoes.” His socks seemed to have something written on the soles. “Are you wearing ones that aren’t plain?”

“Indeed, I wanted to change things up a little today. Nothing too fancy, since the main color is still white. Just a small detail.” He flexed his toes, a light blush spreading across his face. Any time now.

“Let me see!” He lifted both feet to examine them, his smile slowly morphing into a confused frown. The right one read since you are reading this, and the left one tickle my toes with a picture of two tiny feet. Interesting. “Logan, do you even know what is on your socks?”

Logan coughed, glancing away. “I must admit I am not certain, since I borrowed them from Patton. Why?”

Roman’s eyes narrowed. So that’s how he wanted to play this, hmm? “No reason.” He pressed one of his thumbs into the ball of his left foot, smirking at the gasp it produced. “I just have a simple question for you. Are you…ticklish?”

“What?” His toes curled again, trying to catch his thumb between them. “That’s absurd, Roman. I am a being of pure intellect who is not affected by such things. You’ve been spending far too much time with Patton.”

“Right, my mistake.” He pulled his hands away, crossing his arms behind his head and lying back. “Never mind. Let’s just go back to resting or whatever.”

Logan almost squawked indignantly. He did that on purpose, didn’t he?! Frustrated, he leaned forward to poke at his exposed underarms. The prince immediately fought back after a surprised squeal by quickly scribbling his nails over the socked feet, which were luckily still in his lap and just begging for it. 

What followed was a sound sweeter than any music Roman had ever heard in his entire life.

“ROHOHOHOMAN!” Logan couldn’t even try to hold back his reaction, not that he would’ve if he could. It was an amazing feeling and something he should have pursued a lot sooner. Years of avoiding tickle fights in the Mind Palace and pretending he wasn’t ticklish like the others melted away as he laughed freely, and it was pure ecstasy.

“Aw, does the Logical one have tickly feetsies?” Roman teased once he could speak again through his gay thoughts of how cute his friend looked. “Does he? He thought he could hide them from us forever with no one ever finding out and taking swift action? Adorable.” 

He didn’t answer any of the questions directed towards him, instead focusing on the torturous feelings lighting up his nerves and making him want to scream. “YOU AHAHAHAHARE THE WOHOHOHOHORST!”

“I am what?!” he snapped, poking and pinching up and down with no real pattern. “That’s not a very nice thing to say to the person giving you what you wanted!”

Logan tried to glare the best he could. “FAHAHAHAHAHALSEHOOD!”

“And you’re a liar on top of it!” Roman huffed. “I can make this so much worse for you, if you haven’t noticed!” The tickling stopped for a moment so he could understand him better and hear from him directly. “I’ll do it, too.”

Making the most of his break, he contemplated those words. He wasn’t bluffing according to his tone, which was good for him in the long run if he wanted this to keep going. Which he did. Now to just give him a little push. “Bring it on.” “You asked for it!” Deciding to follow what the socks said, all ten of his fingers moved higher to tickle under the wiggly toes. “Ooh, what a reaction!”

Death spot, death spot! “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Logan didn’t mean it, no matter how much it tickled. He didn’t yank his legs away even the slightest bit.

Roman cooed, pulling off the socks and going right for the sensitive skin between his toes. “I should conjure a feather next time!” There would be a next time, right? There had to be with how happy he looked. “Just sawing back and forth so ticklishly-was that a snort I heard?!”

He shook his head, laughter broken up by a second snort. His hands covered his burning face in embarrassment. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please tickle you more?” He shrugged, pretending he didn’t understand him. “If that’s what your heart so desires! Who am I to refuse such a polite request?” And the tickling went on for several more minutes. Heels, arches, nothing was left un-tickled, with Roman only stopping once Logan tapped his arm frantically. “Breathe,” he reminded him.

Logan did, taking in gasps of air until his cheeks no longer resembled the color of Roman’s sash. Tears of laughter had fallen from his eyes at some point, leaving visible tracks. “Roman,” he began, “that was awful.”

“I’m sure it was, handsome. It’s not like you wanted it so badly you were about to lose your mind.” Roman’s voice was thick with sarcasm. “You can always ask,” he added as an afterthought. Softer.

“You should be aware of how hard that can be.” He rolled his eyes. “I have seen you in your lee moods.” Wait. “What did you just call me?”

Oops. He rubbed the back of his head nervously, not able to come up with anything. “It’s true. I wasn’t lying or whatever.”

“I don’t need you to tell me something I already know.” Logan was smiling now, getting on his knees to be near eye-level with the other Side. “But thank you.”

“God, I love you.” It slipped out before Roman knew what was happening. “Oh. I mean, you’re welcome. That’s totally what I meant to say instead of that.” 

Eyebrows raised in shock, he reached a hand out to gently cup his face and force him to look at him. “You love me in a romantic sense, Roman? Is that what you mean?”

“I know you don’t feel the same,” he blurted out. His eyes squeezed shut as shame washed over his body in waves. “You don’t-don’t feel things, emotions. You-“ A pair of soft lips covered his own, interrupting him mid-sentence. He slowly kissed back and wrapped his arms around his waist, then his eyes opened once the warmth left him. 

“You figured out I wanted to be tickled,” Logan mused, “yet you couldn’t figure out I feel emotions like the rest of you? I love you too, Roman. You are my everything.”

Way to make him feel stupid. “Just kiss me again, nerd.” Roman stuck out his tongue, not expecting his underarms to be targeted like earlier. “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”

“Wait for what?” His expression was blank as he worked methodically to wreck his new boyfriend(?) into oblivion with every possible technique he had observed over the years. “I do not understand. What am I waiting for?”

“IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” And the whole time he was tickled, Logan’s eyes were shining bright with pure adoration that not even he could hide.

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Mean Girls & Ticklish Guys!

Mainstream clips from around the world

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OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE FIC THAT INTRODUCED ME TO TICKLING OH MY GOODNESS ITS HERE ITS HERE HELLO THANK YOU YOUVE BLESSED MY LIFE I LOVE THIS ONE IT HOLDS A PLACE IN MY HEARTBSLFJSJFHJS

Dancing Around the Issue

Hey hey! I’m wishing a very happy birthday to the wonderful @inconveniently-placed-cactus with this fic! Happy Birthday, Spikey!! I hope you’ve had an awesome day so far (since you’re in the future and all lol) and continue to have an awesome day after this!

Also, I know nothing about dancing or anything so this is totally me winging it lol

(Also also, I’m testing out the style where it’s not “no!” he laughed out, but it’s “nohohoho!” he cried. I think I like it, I have like 3 more fics coming like this soon, but let me know if you want me to keep going with that or switch back to just clean words!)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): Pretty ambiguous, could be platonic or romantic Logince

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Roman, Ler!Logan

Word Count: 1664 words

Summary: They were supposed to be rehearsing. It wasn’t Roman’s fault he was so ticklish.

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Roman was beyond excited. Logan had finally agreed to dance with him, and he was the only other person in the mind palace who could match Roman in skill. 

Patton, while a wonderful dance partner, liked to dance more for fun than for show, so he had a lot of trouble with the more complicated moves. Virgil was too anxious to ever dance in the presence of anyone besides him and his stuffed animals, so he was out, too.

But Logan had skill, Logan could match him step for step. In some (very rare, in his humble opinion) instances, Logan’s skill even surpassed his own, which made for interesting rehearsals, since they were planning on performing the dance for Patton and Virgil.

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Ahh!!! Oh my gosh this is adorable!!!! Aahhhh!!!

Wiggle Worm

WAIT!!!

Before you read, watch this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_kbXUbqBYU okey, thank you! Now enjoy.

“Come’ere,” Roman cooed, smiling coyly from the couch and making grabby hands towards the scowling man standing on the opposite side of the room.

“No. You’re gonna tickle me,” replied Virgil, folding his arms and pouting, yet the tiny quirk of a smile betrayed his excitement.

Roman gasped in mock offense. “Me? Exploit your incredible ticklishness? Why I would never!” He held the back of his hand to his forehead. “How you could you even say that!”

Virgil bit back a giggle at the dramatics, (and maybe because of the anticipation, but he would never say that) and rolled his eyes. “You’re lying.

Roman smirked. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Guess you’re going to have to come over here and find out for yourself, hm?” he offered, opening his arms up for the anxious boy to crawl into.

Hesitantly, Virgil accepted the inevitable ticklish fate and climbed into the couch, leaning his full body into Roman. “There, you big doof.”

Roman sighed again. “With all this insulting, it’s like you’re practically begging me to tickle you,” he commented, grinning at the blush spreading on Virgil’s cheeks.

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled.

“Okay, that’s it!” exclaimed Roman, quickly grabbing Virgil’s waist and pulling him into his lap.

“Ro! Noho!” cried Virgil, already smiling in excitement.

Roman chuckled darkly. “Oh no, now you can’t tell me you didn’t see this coming.” In one fell swoop, Roman grabbed Virgil’s hands and pulled them out of the way, and attacked his tummy with his free hand.

Virgil snorted and burst into giggles immediately, wiggling his torso all over. Roman awwed at the sight.

“Aw you’re just a little wiggle worm, hm?” He was scittering his fingers in all sorts of patterns all over his captive’s tummy as the latter broke into hysterical giggles.

“Nohohoho! Rohohomahahan!”

Roman tisked lightly. “Ohhh, you’re right, my bad. You’re not just a wiggle worm, you’re a ticklish wiggle worm!” He switched to light scratches up and down Virgil’s sides. Ironically, it just made Virgil wiggle more, the giggles not slowing in the slightest.

“Stahahahap!” he laughed out, pulling on his wrists in hopes they’d be released, but alas, he had no such luck. Roman smiled down at him in complete adoration. This boy was too cute for his good. But he was even cuter when he was flustered. So…

“Oh, I know a little lee~” sang out Roman.

“NOHO!” Virgil screeched, and pulled more desperately on his wrists, already knowing exactly where this was headed. Roman laughed at the dramatics.

“Yes! Now don’t interrupt or I’ll have to start over! Now where was I? Oh right!” He cleared his throat dramatically.

Virgil whined through his laughter. “Oh, I know a little lee, his name is Wiggle Virgie, he is so nice but oh he is so giggly!” sang Roman cheerily, drinking up how Virgil’s laughter got just a little higher pitch just like it did when he was embarrassed. “And so go my fingers, and his tummy goes like so, and his tummy is always so-oh-oh!” With the last line he punctuated his words with firmer tickles around Virgil’s lower stomach, and like the song said, Virgil wiggled his tummy all around trying to evade the tickles.

Virgil was turning redder by the second. “Rohohoho, plehehease!!” he begged, leaning his head back into Roman’s chest in mirthful ecstasy.

“Please sing another verse? Why I would love to!” interrupted Roman. He ignored the high pitched “No!” from the laughing trait and continued.

“Oh, I know a little lee, his name is Wiggle Virgey, he is so very nice but oh he is so giggly.” He winked down at Virgil and traveled the tickling fingers up his ribs and into his armpits, making the lee buck and fall into deeper belly laughter at the sensations. “And so go my fingers, and his arms go like so,” he sang, referencing how Virgil’s arms were currently flapping wildly. “And his arms are always so-oh-oh!”

After a couple more verses, Roman finally stopped, and pulled Virgil in for a tight hug. “You love me~” he teased, kissing Virgil’s nose.

Virgil pretended to gag and wipe it away. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princey,” he tried retorting, but the overall seaming smile and rosy cheeks cancelled out any ounce of malice in his words.

Roman kissed his nose again, giggling and patted his chest for Virgil to lay his head on. Virgil obliged, and there the two sat, jolly as can be.

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😍🤩😭🤯🥳!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BR O

Cheating at Games is Ill-Advised

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Logan was laying very still, the barest hint of a smile on his face. 

“Now remember,” Virgil said. “No laughing, and no moving.”

“I have no doubts in my own ability,” Logan said. “Perhaps you should be more worried about what happens when I win.”

Virgil kept a straight face, but only barely. He couldn’t let Logan keep teasing him or he’d never be able to win. 

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Not nsfs but I'm not posting this on main either so here

Something I did for a valentin secret exchange on a discord

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I had to draw some fluff with Team Awesome c:

Bigbro!Eugene is best Eugene

(sorry for grammar mistakes)

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hehe ticklish butts-

If y'all have seen ollie's to do list, y'all know what I mean ;)