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Hello everyone!! I’m sorry this isn’t your average tickle fic I make but I just had to write it because it’s been on my mind for a couple days. This is a fic between two Sander’s Sides OC’s made by @availe and @ask-us-sanderssides. I highly suggest you check out her blogs before you read this if you want to understand who they are and the full story, but I’ll give you a tiny synopsis under the cut for people who want spoilers.

Heyo! Drabble for @golden-honeyhoney. From the prompt: “Logan’s been showing off a bit too much lately and the other three sides are tired of it. I just really think that Logan needs tickles because he’s a cutie.” I may have deviated from the actual prompt slightly. I still hope you like it though. 

SO MUCH FLUFFF!! Logan’s my fav side so, naturally I wanted to make it super fluffy. :3 Please enjoy:

Tickled Pink

(Ships): Can come across as Logicality, doesnt have to.

Words ~ 1,803 ~

“No. Use black! Pink does not look professional!”

“But it shows the creative skills that Thomas displays.” Princey struck a fanciful pose. You want your resume to be dramatic don’t you?”

“As dramatic as you? No. Not even a sewage company would hire him if the font on his resume was pink.”

“Hey take that back! And how would you know?”

Logan adjusted his glasses haughtily. “Pink is a very light color and it would strain the eyes of whomever was trying to read your credentials. Let’s not also mention all the ‘fine’ print that would have to exist within the document to show your eligibility for the job you are trying to obtain.”

“Logan...it’s not even a real resume. We don’t need to make it professional. Its just a prop for a play.”

“Thomas, I understand that. However, this is a perfect practice opportunity for when you decide to type out a real one.”

“Logan you are taking this too seriously. Just shut up and go with the pink font. Do you think I like it? I don’t, but wasting time arguing about it isn’t getting us anywhere.”

“See Logan? Virgil agrees with me.”

“I never said I agreed with you Roman noodle.”

Roman growled. “Both of you take it back!”

“No. If we are making a resume, we will do it right!

“Aw, come on Logan. Have a little fun once and awhile. You used to be all for fancy decorating. What changed?”

“Patton. Resumes are serious documents that displays one’s life work. Applying pink font to something this serious is like showering a seventy dollar tuxedo in glitter!”

“But it can't be that serious. The document itself isn't wearing a necktie.”

Logan blinked at his dichotomy as the rest of the room erupted into laughter. “Documents do not wear neckties Patton.”

“Oh for crying out loud Logan. It was a joke. Would you just laugh once in awhile?!” Roman clutched his stomach after he finished doubling over in laughter.

“Logan! Please just shut your mouth and agree for once! I don't get why you're arguing against everyone over this! I’m making the font pink, because I feel like it!” Thomas held his head in his hands, as the logical trait continued to protest.

“That is no logical explanation to just do something! Simply because one just ‘feels’ like it.”

“Logan! You shut your mouth and agree with everyone right now. Or else…”

Logan faced the parental aspect and looked at him dead in the eyes. “Or else what Patton? Your threats are hollow.”

“Or else I’m gonna come over there are show Thomas and the rest of his sides just how adorably ticklish you are.” Patton’s frown evolved itself into a threatening grin. The faces of the room then turned from looks of irritation to confusion.

“Logan’s ticklish?” Roman scratched his chin thoughtfully as he was obviously trying to picture the normally stoic aspect laughing his head off.

Logan was about to say something else, but thought better of it and lowered his head to the floor, avoiding eye contact with his fellow aspects.

“Well that shut him up.” Virgil glared at Logan who was almost cowering away from the four other entities in the room.

“Virge, be nice.” Thomas warned. “Look Logan. I appreciate your input, but...you have been overruled. I would have thought you understood that when everyone had already voiced their opinions.”

Logan sighed in defeat. “You are right. I am sorry everyone. I was blinded by my own understanding.” The logical aspect’s gaze did not deviate from the ground. In fact, he was still slightly pouting at the fact he wasn’t getting his way.

“Aw come on, kiddo! Don’t give us that bottom lip.” Patton very slowly began to move from his spot towards the logical trait. “I can give you a hug to make it better?”

Logan lifted his head and an eyebrow at the aspect that was now slowly walking towards him. The mischievous glint in his eyes could not be mistaken.

“I am not an idiot Patton. Do you really think I’d fall for that?”

“Yeah! Because you just did!” While Logan had his eyes on Patton, he did not notice that Prince had moved from his spot to behind the logical trait with such stealth and ease. Soon after he did notice, he felt himself being lifted into the air by a pair of arms that came from behind.

“No. I do not want this! Please put me down, Roman! Virge! Thomas! Help!” All the darker aspect did was lean on the banister with a smirk plastered on his face. “Tickle him for me will you? I’m too lazy.”

Thomas continued typing away, trying to pretend he wasn’t hearing his logical sides pleas, his mouth beginning to curve upwards.

“With pleasure!” Logan could not see it, but Roman was grinning as well. Princey managed to restrain Logan’s hands behind his back much to the logical trait’s dismay.

“He’s all yours Patton!”

“Heehee!!! Good…” Patton then continued teasing the Logical trait with his fingers as he walked closer. “I can’t wait until you all hear his squeals! They are so adorable. Or when he snorts!”

“Oh? Is that so? Well then I can’t wait to hear them either then. He needs to laugh more” The maliciously grinning Princey held fast onto Logan despite his attempts to escape. To say Logan was only nervous or slightly fidgety was an understatement.

“Patton! You said you weren’t going to tell anyone!” The shakiness in his voice could not be more defined.

“I know Logan.” The parental aspect was now about a foot from him. “But, you told me you would laugh more! That was the deal! And how much laughter have I gotten from you since then? Not even a giggle! I think it's payback time Mr. Gloomy-Gus teacher.” Patton stopped right in front of him and wiggled a finger under Logan’s chin, to which the logical trait made a face at.

“Plus, maybe this’ll teach you to know when to stop arguing and/or providing so much exposition.”

“It’s important tho-” Logan was cut off from providing more of said exposition as he felt Patton’s wiggling fingers begin to graze his tummy. He breathed slowly and did his best to suppress the grin from spreading on his face. He looked at his tickler dead in the eyes. “You will not break me.”

Patton giggled. “Oh that’s the worst lie you’ve ever told Logan.” And it was. And everyone in the room knew it too, including the one who said it. For a moment, the only thing that could be heard was Thomas typing away on his keyboard, trying his best not to focus on what was about to happen.

Instantly, a giggle broke the silence. Patton had managed to catch his dichotomy by surprise as he wiggled his fingers into the logical trait’s belly.

“Oh my Gosh! That was you Logan? That was adorable. I wish to hear more!”

“Urghhhh...I am...not adorable.” Logan clenched his teeth as the sensations began to weaken him slowly.

“Oh don’t worry you will Roman.” Patton put on his innocent face, and decided to change tactics by shooting his hands straight up into the logical trait’s armpits, reaching into the sleeves of his polo and teasing Logan verbally.

“Laugh for us Logan! You need it as much as we do! Tickle tickle tickle!”

Logan’s straight face faltered as his arms tried to clamp down only found to be raised higher by Roman, allowing Patton more accessibility.

“Snrk! Noooooooohohoho!!!” Logan’s frown formed itself into a smile as he threw his head back to shake off the giggles that were close to bubbling out.

“Aha! Laughter! The logical aspect can laugh?! What is this madness?”

Virgil scoffed, obviously enjoying this scene. “Sparta maybe.”

Thomas raised his eyes from the computer for a second only to compliment Virgil’s reference. “Ah! I get it.”

“This conversahahahahation isn’t heehehehehlpihihihihng!!!” Logan could not hold back the giggles any longer as they escaped his mouth, encouraging Patton to move to his ribs. Upon contact, Logan’s giggles turned into subtle laughter, squirming under Patton’s fingers.

“Wow Logan! Your ticklishness is RIBdiculous! I’m not trying to HARP on it too much, but I think STRUMthings got ya giggling.”

“PPAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHTTTOOOOHOHOHHONNNN!!!!” That did it. Logan instantly burst out laughing from the groaning that he was trying to convey when Patton began plucking his ribs like a harp.

Virgil and Roman didn’t know which was funnier. Patton’s puns or Logan’s response to Patton’s puns. Either way they were both laughing along with the Logical trait.

Patton’s fingers decided they had their fun with Logan’s ribs and travelled down to his worst spot of all. “I remember when I found his most ticklish spot, he gave the cutest squeal! Let’s see if he’ll do it again!”

“Pahahahahtton don’ttttaYEEEEEEEEEEEET!” The parental trait began to squeeze Logan’s sides rapidly up and down producing a squeal of the same volume over and over again. Had Roman not been holding Logic up, he would be on the ground, curled up into a giggly ball unable to move for the life of him.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPPP!”

Patton frowned. “Oh alright, but not before I do this!!” Two of Morality’s fingers on each hand dug into Logan’s hips stimulating the pressure points that resided there. Logan’s laughter went silent as he actually began to cry he was laughing so hard. After a minute of this, Patton let up and signaled Roman to let go of him. Once he was free though, Logan wasted no time. He tackled Patton to the ground ready for retaliation, still giggling.

With much struggle and play wrestling, Logan managed to slip a hand under Patton’s shirt to tickle his belly button. Patton was instantly beside himself with laughter.

“Do not pretend there was not a tickle fight. I know your tickle spots just as well.” Logan could feel himself smirking as he was crumbling Patton’s defenses with only a single finger. It only lasted a second, when Patton grabbed onto Logan’s sides once again, resulting in an all out tickle war between the two aspects.

Roman, Thomas, and Virgil were now all laughing hysterically. The once stoic trait was now having the time of his life trying to sort out his issues with his opposite by means he had never once considered. By the end of it all, Logan and Patton sprawled out giggling, cheeks pink as the font they had all been arguing about earlier.

Logan was the first to sit up closely followed by Patton, both wearing the same bright and happy smile.

“Promise to laugh more?” The parental trait booped Logan’s nose causing the ladder to wrinkle it cutely.

Hey everyone!! My first fic in a week! This is based off the prompt:  “If you’re still doing requests could u pls do one where Patton corrects Logan, upsetting him, so Logan pins him down (or ties him down) and lists off scientific names for body parts while tickling him mercilessly?” -Anonymous.

I may have strayed from the prompt a little bit by adding a few of my own features. But I still hope you enjoy it! So without further ado, please enjoy:

Sensitive Studies:

(Ships): Logicality if you squint

Words ~ 1,999 ~

Thomas sat in his local library, studying for his midterm in Anatomy that he needed to take that friday. If one had been walking past him, they would have seen him diligently typing away on his laptop. But if they could read his mind, they would have seen an entirely different scenario.

“Do we have to do this right now?” Roman leaned both elbows on his wooden desk and questioned Logan who was currently standing at the front of the room, using a ruler to point at the chalkboard. All three aspects were sitting at wooden desks in a line, obviously bored out of their minds. Well, Virgil and Roman were bored out of their minds. Patton, however, was paying attention.

“Would you rather have Thomas fail this test and retake the class Roman?” Logan looked to the fanciful trait coldy. It seemed even the teacher himself was having a hard time with this study session.

Virgil groaned. “Ugh. Look Logan. It's four o'clock pm. Thomas is distracted. I am distracted. We’re all distracted. There’s people around and Thomas’s social anxiety is acting up.” The darker aspect motioned to himself. “Let’s just accept that this is all pointless and that we’re gonna flunk.” Virgil slammed his head on the desk just to emphasize the fact that he was tired.

“Aww c’mon Anxiety! He will do just fine! We can push through it!” Roman and Virgil only groaned at Patton’s encouragement, however no one caught the small, mischievous smile carefully spreading across the moral aspect’s face.

“Yes. Thank you Patton. Now as I was saying,” Logan pointed his meter stick back at the chalkboard, unaware of what Patton was really trying to accomplish. “Inside of the leg there are two major bones: the fibula which is the main supporting bone of the shin, and then a shorter, thinner bone located on the outside of the fibula which is known as the-”

“Tibia honest Logan, I think you got your terms mixed up.”

Logan slowly faced Morality with a confused expression. “Erm…wha-ohhhh.” As the rest of the sides in the room gave a snort, Logan groaned. “Patton...really? Now of all times you decide to ‘drop’ a pun?”

“What’s the matter Teach? The pun was only an added BONE-us to your lecture!”

Yes. Logans eye did twitch. He tried to think of a snarky comeback, but was unsuccessful.

“Calseeum coming fast enough, Logan?” Patton wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Patton!! Stop. You are not helping! And I am right about the tibia being the thinner bone!” He pointed back to the chalkboard, completely convinced he was right. Virgil leaned over to whisper something in Roman’s ear.

“...yerkes-dodson…” The fanciful trait had to cover his mouth for fear of the giggles that would escape. Luckily, neither Patton or Logan was paying attention to them.

“Really? Haha. Well, maybe you should check the notes just to be sure.” Patton gave the logical aspect a knowing smirk as the latter grumbled.

Thomas abruptly stopped typing, and checked the textbook in front of him. Eyes widening, he realized the information stored in his mind about the fibula and tibia had been reversed. With a sigh of relief and recollection, he corrected the mistake, in his mind and on his laptop.

“Hahahahah!!! Patton was right! Logan was wrong!” Roman shouted as he flipped his desk and laughed heartily.

“OOOOHHHHH!!!!” Virgil pulled up an MLG Airhorn app on his phone and fired it about 10 times. Quite frankly, Logan was not amused.

“Hey Patton! What are the chances of this happening?” Roman continued to tease the Logical aspect.

“Gee, I dunno Roman. Maybe...infinitesimal?” Patton giggled cutely.

“Ugh! Both of you! Out! You are not helping!” With a snap of his fingers, Logan sent the fanciful and anxious aspects back to the mind palace before they even had time to react. “You weren’t really necessary anyways.” He scoffed towards their previous locations, before turning to the moral aspect.

“Awww Logan. That wasn’t necessary.” Patton pouted and stood up from his desk. “Even if Roman isn’t necessary for this midterm, Virgil still is.”

“Perhaps, but I am not in the mood to deal with anyone’s silliness at the moment.”

“Does that mean we get a little study break, before we tickle our memory with some quiz questions?” Patton chuckled as Logan stopped in his tracks, but suddenly grew confused when the logical aspect continued to remain silent.

“Hmmm...that is not a bad idea Patton.” Logan finally turned back towards Patton, but instead of looking at him, he had his nose in a version of Thomas’s notes.

“The study break is not a bad idea?” Patton grinned.

“No.” Logan replied cooly. He walked past Morality, completely ignoring the perplexed look on his face.

“Uhhhh Logan? What are you thinking?” Patton was growing nervous. Without saying anything, Logan snapped his fingers and a plethora of things happened at once.

The door disappeared. The desks had been scrunched together. And four mechanical arms came out of the walls, grabbing Patton by the wrists and ankles.

“Wo-woah!!!” Patton cried in terror as the four arms lifted him off the ground and laid him face up on the scrunched up desks. “L-logan!! What’s happening?” Patton used struggle, but it was not very effective.

During this whole ordeal, Logic didn’t even look up once. He just continued walking around, occasionally turning a page of the notebook he was holding, mumbling to himself. It was only after a minute that Patton had asked his question Logan decided to lift his head and look him straight in the eyes. “Ah. I see you are confused. Well, this is my dream space and I do have control over what goes on in here.” He lowered his gaze back into the notes.

“B-but Logan, what are you going to do?” Patton felt a small breeze daintily dance into his armpits, causing him to shudder.

“Why I’m only doing what you suggested…” He turned around and faced the moral aspect with the straightest face he could muster. “...tickling our memory. You see...we have finished all of our regular studying, and all thats left is the matching portion of the midterm. And because you are oh so smart,” at this point, Logan did begin to smirk. “And decided it a good idea to give your input, why wouldn’t I take it?” He closed the notebook and set it aside, the breath of the moral aspect shortening with each action he took. The pieces had clicked into place a long time ago.

“But Logan! There are tons of other ways to study! W-why this one?” Patton began to sweat.

Logan scanned Patton’s body. “Well, I already gave the reason, but if you must need another, I understand you enjoy getting tickled by means of knismesis and gargalesis.” Logan’s smirk grew as Patton blushed and gulped, deciding to shut his mouth and not respond.

Logan snapped and two more mechanical arms appeared and stripped Patton of his footwear and socks. The logical trait pulled out a feather and immediately ran it across the top of Patton’s feet. “We begin with the pedal area, also known as the top of the feet.” Patton held his breath and with it the tiny giggles too.

“Then we travel to the tarsal,” the feather trailed to the instep of Patton’s foot. “Down to the calcaneus or also known as heel.” In a U-shape pattern the feather traced the edge of his feet clockwise back up to his toes. Patton clenched his eyes and mouth shut, attempting not to encourage his tormentor. His plan wasn’t working.

Logan let the feather rest right on the outside of his toes. “Do you remember what the scientific word for ‘toes’ are Patton?” Even in his teases the Logical aspect was professional.

“Carpals?” Patton squeaked as Logan’s smirk formed itself into a grin.

“Wrong answer.” The feather being discarded from Logan’s hand allowed his fingers to wiggle daintily underneath Patton’s toes, a mixture of scuttling and stroking. Patton’s giggles bursted out and escalated quickly.

“Nohohhohohohohhohh!!! Uhuhuhuuhuhuh DIGITALS!! Ehehehehe! Its Digitaahahhals!!” Patton thrashed and shouted the answer that came to his mind, trying to get away, but the mechanical arms stood their ground.

Logan stilled his hands and retrieved the feather. “Very good. I must say Patton. This was a brilliant idea.” Oh there was no mistaking it. Logan was definitely enjoying himself.

“Nohohohohoh more!!” Giggles continued pouring out of Patton’s mouth, even though Logan was not touching him.

“No more? But we have so many more terms to cover.” He motioned to the notebook. “But, it would be in your best interest to answer the rest of the questions I ask correctly. Which shouldn’t be a problem, for someone as smart as you. Now let’s continue.” Logan fired his shots and lowered the feather onto one of Patton’s ankles. “Here is the talus, and as it extends upwards it becomes the sural or calf.” It traced up his leg and stopped to examine it closely. “Now if my memory serves me correctly this is the tibia and this is the fibula. Am I correct?” He squeezed the different parts respectively.

“Yehehehehehs!!!!” Patton almost squealed and nodded his head frantically.

“Very good. Just checking.” He continued stroking the feather up Patton’s leg. “This should be your crural.” Once he got to the hem of the moral traits shorts, he set the feather back down and placed his hands gently on Patton’s thighs. “Tell me three scientific names of body parts covered by your shorts, begin.”

“Wehehehehll okay, theres AHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHH!!! Nohohohohhohoho FAHAHAHAHAHIR!!!” Logan began squeezing Patton’s thighs rapidly.

“I’m not hearing any names Patton. I’m not stopping until I do.”

“AHAHAHAHH!! Fihiihihihne!! Feheheehehmoral, Pehehehehrineal, AAHAHAHAH COXAHAHAHAHAHLL!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Like he promised, Logan ceased his attack and returned to the feather.

“Well done. Next is the abdominal region.” Patton panted and squeaked as he felt Logan lift up his shirt, the feather swirling up into his chest area. “Pectoral and sternal are quite similar.” Patton continued giggling at the tickling sensations. “Not much to say here, but I forgot something quite important.” Patton’s giggles rose with anticipation as the feather trailed back down to his tummy, right into his belly button.

Patton snorted and desperately tried to get away from the devilish feather, but was still unsuccessful. “What is this called Patton?” Yes Logan was still smirking.

“BELLY BUTTON!!!” Blushing, Patton’s laughter bubbled out.

“That is a correct term, but not the right terminology in our case. Perhaps this will prompt you.” Logan bent down to the Patton’s navel and blew a raspberry right on it. Patton squealed.

“AYEEEEEE!!! OHOHHOHKAYYYY!!! UMBILLICUHUHUHUHS!!”

“Ah. There we go. Was that so hard?” He stood back up and tossed the feather on the floor. “For the last few minutes of this study session, we will quickly cover the last few body parts in Thomas’s notes. Are you ready?”

“Nohohohohohohohoo!!!” Patton was blushing and shaking his head violently.

“Great! Name this.” Logan’s hands shot straight up into Patton’s armpits, peaking his laughter once again.

“AHAHHAHAHAHAH AAHAHAHXILLARY!!!”

“Good. And this?” Logan’s hands dived into Patton’s neck earning a couple soft squeals from the moral aspect.

“CERVIHIHHIHIHCALLL!!!”

“And finally...this?” Logan’s wiggling fingers were reduced to one soft stroking finger underneath Patton’s chin.

“Heeeheeheehee mental…” Patton closed his eyes and just smiled, enjoying Logan’s soft touch.

“And we are finished.” Logan stilled his fingers and snapped, returning the room to the state in which it once was. The mechanical arms released the moral trait and set him upright on the floor, in which he almost collapsed, but the logical aspect caught him.

“I would say today’s study session was very...effective.”

“Youhohohohh did ahahahll that on purpose.”

“Perhaps I did…” Logan was still smirking.

Hello everyone! I’ve noticed that a lot of people have been down in the dumps lately. So I’ve wrote this light-hearted tickle fic of the sides that I’m hoping will lift your spirits. I certainly couldn’t stop grinning and giggling while writing this, and I hope you won’t either while reading it.

This was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out to be longer than my 1,000 word limit, but still I hope you enjoy.

The “Fun”dant Thief

(Ships): None

Words ~ 1,971 ~

It was a very uplifting day in the mind palace. Virgil was in reality working one-on-one with Thomas to help sort some things out that he had been struggling with in the past, leaving the other three to tend to their own matters. Everyone had grown closer as friends because of their escapade in Virgil’s room and getting along much better than in the previous videos. But, this was the first time that only Virgil had left. What would become of the mind palace if the darker trait wasn’t there to balance things out? Well, for one thing, Patton had become much more giddy and daring.

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For no reason in particular, Logan felt he needed to bake a cake. He had already mixed everything together with little to no mess, and the batter was now rising in the oven. He still didn’t understand why he was baking a cake or why at this moment he had a sweet tooth, but he ‘rolled’ with it.

Once the timer went off, he opened the drawer to look for the oven mitts, only to find they were all gone. His eyes widened slowly as he began to frantically search for pot holders. He was only able to find one, so he used some cloth rags for a second, make-shift potholder. Logan quickly grabbed the cake out, set it down gently, and turned the oven off. With a sigh of relief, he checked his masterpiece confirming that it had not been burnt.

The cake must have smelled good because the other two aspects slinked into the kitchen, trying to find the source of the wonderful aroma.

“You’re gonna share that right?”

Logan turned around to find both Roman and Patton staring, drooling at the cake.

“What makes you think I will?” Logan crossed his arms, looking defiantly at them.

“Sharing is caring.” Patton licked his lips as he began to sneak towards the unfrosted cake.

“No!” Roman held him back. “It’s not even decorated yet Patton! You can’t just dig into an undressed cake! While thats just savagery! At least give it decent protection first!!”

Patton pouted while Logan nodded, agreeing to Roman’s argument. “Then perhaps we can make a compromise. If you both aid me in decorating this cake, then you can each have a piece.”

“Two pieces?” Roman wiggled his eyebrows at him, getting a “don’t push it” look from Logan in return. “Bwahahaha!” Roman heartily laughed. “I’m just joking Mr. SmartyPants.”

Patton jumped up and down for joy. “YES DECORATING!!!!!” He ran to the pantry to grab out the frosting, sprinkles, and other items needed for the so called ‘dressing of the cake’. He came back, arms full, and set everything down on the table. He was about to open a can of frosting when it was snatched out of his hands by Roman.

“No Patton. We are NOT putting you in charge of the frosting again. Remember what happened last time?” Logan reminded the giggling aspect while the Fanciful trait passed the object of attention to him.

“This whole thing was gone. In less than five minutes.” Roman pointed to the can of frosting that Logan was now holding.

“And don’t let us catch you eating the decorating candies either or there will be no cake for you.” Logan opened the can and began spreading out the first layering of frosting.

“You can help me decorate, Patton!” Roman exclaimed excitedly. He handed him a bag of chocolate chips. Patton huffed slightly, annoyed that he wasn’t getting his way, but he had a sneaky plan in mind.

It had been a couple minutes into the Dressing of the Cake and everything was going smoothly. Roman was decorating away while Logan gave his input, mostly to have it shot down by the egotistical Prince. By complete accident, the two aspects had left the tubes of icing unattended giving Patton the opportunity to grab one of them. Of course he grabbed Roman’s favorite color: red. Whether he just wanted to stir up trouble, or he legit wasn’t afraid of anything, even Patton didn’t know the answer. What he did know, however, is he wanted that icing and he wanted it bad.

With the fondant in his hands, he carefully slinked away trying not to make a sound. He wasn’t as successful as he would have hoped.

“Patton?” The childish trait turned around and faced the two aspects who were currently staring at what he had in his hands. Foolishly, Patton had forgotten to hide his secret treat. Instantly, Patton put on an innocent face and hid it behind his back. Morality knew they had seen it, but he was having fun being troublesome.

“Oh hi! I was just leaving…” He pointed in the direction he was originally going and began to back away.

Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose while Roman began cracking his knuckles. The fanciful trait then leaned over and whispered into the other aspect’s ear. Logan turned his head back to Roman and nodded. “Yes. I suppose that can be arranged. Patton. In the words of Roman, you’re dead.”

Patton literally bolted. He ran like his life depended on it.

“Ill take left! You go right! We’ll meet in the middle.”

“Affirmative!”

The chase was on. While Roman ran after Patton, Logan took the other way around hoping to cut him off somehow, allowing the fanciful trait to catch him. And this is exactly what happened. Logan hid behind a corner as he heard Patton’s squeals make their way to his location. At the last second he jumped out, stopping the icing-stealing trait in his tracks. As he was stunned, this granted roman enough time to scoop the aspect up and throw him over his shoulder.

Logan swiftly grabbed the icing out of his hands and put it back on the kitchen counter where it belonged.

“Ohoho!! Thought you could get away didn’t ‘cha?” Roman teased as he walked to the living room with Logan close behind.

“Nooooooo!!!! Let me gooooooooo!!!” Patton was smiling, undoubtedly happy that he got caught, but he was afraid of what they were going to do to him.

“It is too late for that, Patton. If you didn’t want to be caught, then you don’t steal in the first place.” It seemed that Logan couldn’t hide a grin either, which made Patton very nervous.

The first thing Roman did when he got to the living room, was chuck Patton onto the couch, then proceeded to straddle his hips. Logan sat down on a different couch and decided to watch from afar.

“Rooommmaaaannn!!! Get offa me!!” Patton tried to push the fanciful trait off of him, but to no avail, couldn’t even budge him.

Roman chuckled and trapped Morality’s hands under his knees, preventing movement. “Uh-uh-uh. I was serious when I said that I would win at physical fighting. Perhaps, this will teach you not to toy with me. As I recall, ask the dragon witch, she knows the drill you’re screwed. Royally!”

Patton’s eyes widened as Roman wiggled his fingers teasingly over the captive trait, before diving his hands straight in to squeeze his sides.

Laughter instantly bubbled from the dad aspect’s mouth. Apparently his arms were not restricted enough, because they got free and tried to protect himself from Roman’s wiggling hands.

Roman grunted as Patton fought him off. “Oi! FitBit! Get over here and help!” Rolling his eyes, the logical aspect calmly got up and held Patton’s arms above him, giving more access to the current tickle monster.

“Logaahahahahahahahn!!! Nooohohohoho!!!”

“Aha!!! A window of opportunity!!” Roman retrieved his hold on Patton’s sides, squeezing up into his armpits and back down.

Poor Patton was already beside himself with laughter. He wiggled desperately trying to get away, but he was weakening by the second, and the fact that both aspects were hell bent on punishing him didn’t help either.

Pretty soon he felt both of his arms shift to being held by only one of Logan’s hands. Suddenly, Patton snorted as a third hand joined the tickling assault, scratching at the inside of his right armpit. Morality looked up to see Logan trying to suppress a smirk on his face.

“Keep it up Logan! I’ll go for his tummy next!”

“Noooooooohohohohoho!!! I dooohohohnttt wahahahahnt iiihihihit!!!”

“Too bad, so sad. I’m glad, you’re mad.” Roman didn’t hesitate as he scribbled his fingers over Patton’s shirt. Patton let a tiny squeal out before his higher pitched giggles began to escape.

“Awwww! That was so cute. For being the dad, Patton, you certainly could use a deeper voice.”

“You realize we all have the same voice right?”

“Shut up NVidia! No one asked you.” Roman’s hands then journeyed their way underneath Patton’s shirt and began grazing his ribs. Even worse, Logan’s elbows were holding down Patton’s hands with ease while his hands circled both of Morality’s armpits.

“Nohohohohohohohoh Fahahahahahir!!! Hehehehehehlp!!! Someoneeeeeeee!! EEEHheehehehehe!!!”

“Just face it Patton. No one will be coming. The knight in shining armor that would be saving you, is actually torturing you. Muahahahah!!!” Roman gave an evil laugh as he poked and pushed Patton’s belly button with one hand while reaching behind him and squeezing one of his knees with the other.

Patton was now shrieking instead of laughing. Both of the aspects had to stop tickling and cover their ears because Patton’s screams were so shrill.

A certain feeling suddenly circled the air. Thomas had heard Patton’s screams. Looks of panic were exchanged between the two ticklers.

“Oh shi-I mean. Roman! Finish it up and hurry!”

“On it!” Roman took a deep breath and blew right on Patton’s tummy causing one last squeal to escape his lips as the parental trait laid back breathless, seemingly endless giggles still pooling out of his mouth.

Roman jumped off of Patton and ran with Logan back to the kitchen. As soon as they arrived, Thomas and Virgil suddenly materialized in the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on!? Why was Patton screaming?!” Virgil was obviously in an angry state of confusion.

“Is he alright? What happened!?” Thomas was in a less angry, but more confused state than Virgil.

“It’s alright-

“He’s fine-

“We were just-”

“-Having a tickle fight!” All eyes turned to look at the figure who was leaning against the entrance of the kitchen, red in face, panting and breathless.

“Patton?” Virgil and Thomas asked together.

“Ohohoho no! There was no tickle fighting involved.” Roman stated. “It was two against one.”

Despite how tired he was, Patton giggled mischievously. “I know. There’s a reason why I said ‘“having” a tickle fight.’” He laughed evilly, raised his fingers up, and ran at his two prior torturers.

“You’re on your own, Motherboard!” Roman ran away first and was out of the kitchen faster than someone could say that super long word from Mary Poppins that not even the author knows how to spell correctly.

Logan instantly took out his vocabulary cards and threw them at Patton, eveloping the whole kitchen in a cloud of white temporarily stunning the parental trait. Logan grabbed the first card he could get his hands on and quickly followed Roman’s footsteps. “I am not dealing with this dipshit!”

Morality recovered and ran after him. “Language Logan!”

This left Virgil and Thomas in the kitchen as the shouting, laughing, squealing, and other weird noises reverberated all over the mind palace.

“How often does this happen?” Thomas turned to Virgil.

“Never…” Virgil mumbled, almost jealous of the bonding session the other traits were having without him. There was once again silence between Thomas and Anxiety, as various crashes from the others’ antics rang about, killing any ounce of peace and quiet that had previously rested in the mind palace.

Thomas shifted from side to side, slightly uncomfortable, but his nervousness changed into delight as he glanced to his left.

“Oooh! Cake!”

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Dear friend,

Written for @golden-honeyhoney and based on her prompt: “Cheer up tickles for Virgil, with one or more ler!” I feel like I could have written this better. Once again, its a longer drabble. I get too carried away with story elements, but I hope you all still enjoy it.

I apologize for lateness. I had some set backs, but I still feel like it came out ok.

Please enjoy:

Deserving of a Smile

(Ships): Can be taken as Moxiety, doesn’t have to be.

Words ~ 1,273 ~

It was about 2:00 pm and the mind palace was strangely quiet. With Logan and Roman working in the real world on one of Thomas’s personal projects, it left the whole place to the remaining two aspects. This was one of the only instances where Virgil could listen to music in the living room without being disrupted or humiliated by the other two traits. Patton never bothered Virgil while he was in his ‘zone’ unless he had a good reason too, which the darker aspect was extremely thankful for. However, it was at this particular moment that he kind of wanted to be bothered.

Virgil had been depressed lately and he really didn’t know why. Granted his dark and brooding music wasn’t really helping, but at least it drowned out his negative thoughts. Patton must have noticed his dreary mood, because whenever the happy aspect would pass by him, he would linger in the same room as him for a considerable amount of time.

Virgil caught on pretty quick to Patton’s antics. He had tolerated it for a couple hours before hand until he had had enough and wanted to know what was on his ‘dad’s’ mind. At the moment, Patton was in the living room with him very slowly organizing some misplaced objects that the other sides had left scattered about earlier. While still looking like he was listening to music, Virgil kept a watchful eye out waiting for him to leave the room. Once Patton did, the darker aspect took it as an opportunity to confront him.

He rose from his spot, stopped his music, and rounded the corner into the hallway he saw the parental trait walk into. He suddenly stood still when he noticed that Patton was nowhere in sight. Virgil scratched his head thoughtfully. He couldn’t have just disappeared…could he?

He was about to venture further down the hallway when his question was answered by two arms swiftly hugging him from behind, and wrapping themselves around his midriff. Anxiety gasped in surprise. “What the-” But he was cut off as the pair of arms hoisted him into the air and carried Virgil back to the couch he was just sitting at. Now he was sitting again, but not on the couch. He looked down. Patton had just literally pulled Anxiety onto his lap.

“Patton! Wha-” Virgil was silenced by a single finger being pressed to his lips, his free arm still holding firm around Virgil’s tummy.

“Hey kiddo. I know you don’t want to be bothered right now, but a dad’s gotta do what a dad’s gotta do. And what this dad’s gotta do is making sure that your alright! And what better way to cheer you up than with a nice hug!” Patton removed his finger from his lips and pulled the darker trait into a big snuggly hug.

It was at this moment Virgil’s demeanor broke. He couldn’t say anything. He felt tears, but held them back, because he wanted to enjoy Patton’s hug. Slowly but surely, Virgil returned Patton’s gesture. He could feel the parental trait’s eyes sparkling with pride as the two finally let go and looked each other.

“Thanks…dad.” Virgil tried to avoid eye contact and the tiny grin on creeping on his face.

“Your welcome Virge! But we aren’t done yet! Do you know what goes well with hugs?” The mischievous smile on Patton’s face gave the answer away.

Virgil’s face turned to one of terror. “Oh god please no.” He scrambled to get away, but to no avail was pulled back onto Patton’s lap.

Morality giggled. “Tickles!” He gingerly slid his hands into Virgil’s armpits and began tickling the sensitive skin that resided there.

Virgil did all he could to keep the giggles threatening to surface inside of him. “Patton!! No! I don’t want it!”

“Sorry kiddo! But, I’m not letting up until I’ve tickled all the depression out of you! After all, I hate seeing you so sad all the time. You deserve to smile every once and awhile too!”

Patton’s hands tickled their way down to Virgil’s sides, squeezing the bits of loose skin the parental trait could find.

“No no no nohohohohoho!!! Patton Stahhhhahahahp!!” The darker trait’s chuckles progressively bubbled out of his mouth as Patton’s hands neared his most sensitive spots.

“Awww…you have such cute laughter Virge! Why don’t you let it out more? Tickle tickle tickle!!” Patton cooed as he scratched at the bottom of Virgil’s ribs. Anxiety was weakening fast, but continued trying to pry Patton’s hands away from his sides. Still it seemed that the parental side had the upper hand of the situation.

The two were too busy caught up in their situation that they didn’t notice Roman and Logan had materialized into the mind palace right in front of them. They did a double take on the situation before Logan coughed into his hand, announcing their arrival.

Virgil’s eyes shifted to the two aspects and his face flushed red. Patton slowed the tickling slightly so that Virgil could still talk if he wanted to.

“Hey guys! Wanna help? Virgil’s been sad lately, so I’m cheering him up.” Patton was now scribbling his fingers over the darker traits belly.

“Hehehehehehehehelp Meheheheheh!!!!” Anxiety called out to the two other sides in vain.

Roman had a hand over his mouth the entire time trying to stop squealing from cuteness. “Oh my goodness!! Yes I shall help you Virgil! Let’s cheer up this emo together!” He walked over and knelt beside Virgil’s flailing legs. With one swift move he grabbed both of them and trapped them in a headlock maneuver. Princey then began to strip Virgil of his socks and shoes.

“Princey nohohoho!!! That’s not what Ihihihilhih meant by hehehehehehlp!!!” Anxiety began to laugh considerably louder as Patton’s hands slipped under his shirt and tickled the bare skin there.

Logan pushed up his glasses and walked away from the interesting sight. “I see no reason to take part in your endeavors.”

“Awww come on Logan! Don’t be a debby downer.” But Logan had already walked to his room and shut the door, turning a deaf ear to the three ‘lunatics’ in the living room, or so he called them.

Roman was now tickling Virgil’s bare feet, wiggling his fingers along the bottoms of Virgil’s toes. Their victim was cackling his head off, red in the face, and unable to fight back against the two stronger sides.

Patton noticed Virgil’s growing exhaustion and motioned to Roman to give him a break. The fanciful trait did as he was told, stood back up, and sat next to Virgil on the couch. Most of Morality’s fingers stilled as well, except a pointer which was now circling his navel leaving a trail of giggles stringing from Anxiety’s mouth.

“So…has the emo been officially cheered up?” Roman teased him, flashing his iconic, pearly-white smile.

“Yeeehehehehehs!!! Just stahahahap already pleahahahahaseee!!!”

Patton did as Anxiety asked by taking his hand out of his shirt and wrapping him once again in a nice hug. “Good to hear, Virge!”

Roman took this opportunity to hug Virgil too. “Virgil sandwich!!”

“Virgil sandwich!” Patton echoed out as the darker aspect was now smushed between his fellow sides.

“I hate you both so much…” Anxiety grumbled as he regained the breath he had lost from the others’ tickle attack.

Patton booped his nose. “Awww… you don’t mean that.”

Virgil let a last, tiny chuckle escape his lips. “Hehe…you’re right…I don’t.” For five more minutes, the three aspects cuddled on the couch. Though Virgil would never admit it, he enjoyed every second of time spent with those two buffoons.

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This fic is for @ticklyfandoms as they were the one to suggest the prompt: “Maybe something with Virgil and Thomas? Like they're having a bonding night while the other sides are busy, and somehow it leads to tickles.” 

I hope this fic turned out alright. I’m beginning to cut down my drabbles. Again, with all the story elements. Even though they help, they really stretch my word count. Ugh. But, I hope you all still enjoy:

Hour Game Night  

Ships: (None)

Words ~ 1,570 ~

“Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.”

“You said that about as sassy as Roman. Have the two of you been hanging out more or something?”

“Heck no! I’ll die before I start acting like Prince Ed Sheeran.”

Thomas chuckled as he moved his game piece to the jail square. Him and Virgil were playing a game of monopoly while the other sides went to go see a Disney movie. If Virgil was honest with Thomas, he would have rather gone with them, but the human wanted to spend some alone time with his anxious side.

Anxiety knew this was supposed to help their friendship, still this sort of ‘bonding’ experiment was outside of his comfort zone. Not that going to a movie was any better, but at least there were more people around and less chances for awkward silences. Speaking of which, there was one happening right now.

Virgil picked up the dice as the sound of them crashing onto the game board startled Anxiety out of the awkward silence. He shuddered in surprise and moved his game piece the correct number of spaces. He huffed in satisfaction as he was able to buy Park Place.

“Virgil. How are you feeling?” Thomas was worried for his anxious trait. He seemed more jumpy than usual.

“I’m not okay.”

“Is there any way I can make you okay?”

“Pffffahahahaha!!! That’s an even better joke than one of dad’s puns!” Thomas looked at Anxiety as if he had just kicked a puppy. Virgil sighed. “Look. I’m glad I can help some, but I harbor your negative thoughts and fears. There will never be a day in that brain of yours when I’m okay.”

“Well if maybe not a day...then how about an hour?”

Virgil looked back at Thomas to see a smile almost as bright as Patton’s had formed on his face. The anxious trait couldn’t help but reflect it to some extent. He felt a wall he had put up for so long begin to fall down.

“Heh...you win...you can try to make me okay for one hour.”

“YES!!!” Thomas threw his fist up in the air. The human stood up and sat next to Anxiety to which the latter just scooted away.

“Woah woah woah! Personal space!” Virgil fell on his back and put his hands up defensively.

“What?” Thomas cocked his head at him and out stretched his arms. “I was just gonna hug you.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow and slowly got off the floor. He felt himself lean into Thomas’s hug as the human’s arms wrapped around him. Slowly but surely, Virgil returned the gesture.

Okay, it had been about five minutes and the two were still hugging. Virgil was beyond done with the hug.

“You gonna let go of me?”

“Nope.” Thomas stated defiantly.

“You’re really gonna make me do this aren’t ya?”

“Do what?”

“You’re not an idiot Thomas. Don’t play dumb.”

“I’m not. I just thought you’d have seen the bad position we were both in and not try anything that would come back to bite you.” Virgil felt Thomas’s fingers wiggle close to his sides.

He suppressed the smile creeping onto his face. “Oh...it’s on.” Virgil attacked Thomas’s sides instantly bringing laughter forth from his mouth, but Thomas retaliated back slightly poking Anxiety’s sides testing the waters. With each poke Virgil shuddered and suppressed his chuckles, still tickling Thomas’s sides. Seeing as how the darker aspect didn’t intend on stopping soon, Thomas began to scuttle his fingers up into Virgil’s armpits, scratching at his tensed hollows.

It was at that moment Virgil gave the cutest snort, before moving his hands up to Thomas’s ribs! “Snrk! Uuuuuuugh! You’re gonnna paaay for that!!”

“Awww Virgil. That was so CUUUHUHUHUHUTTEEE!!!” Thomas’s movements were slowing as Virgil tickled harder and faster, getting an advantage over the human. He began to stand up and break out of the hug only to be pulled back down by Thomas.

Virgil lost his footing and fell on top of Thomas, but not before kicking out accidently with one of his legs, knocking the monopoly board and all the pieces everywhere.

“AAAAHhhh darn it Thomas! Look what you made me DOOOOHOOHOO!!! NO! NOT THERE!” Thomas was holding one arm over Anxiety’s back keeping him from moving while the other snaked in between their forms and was tickling his tummy.

Virgil instantly reached out and grabbed at Thomas’s neck, tickling as fast as he could manage through his laughter. The purple-haired human burst out laughing and his hands flung up to try to protect his sensitive neck. Virgil, in response, grabbed them and spread them out to the sides.

“Thihihihihs looohohohks WROOOOHOOHOHOHNG!!!” Without warning, the darker trait buried his face into Thomas’s neck and gave him a couple soft raspberries, sending the human into hysterics. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!!” After a couple more, Virgil was able to pry himself off of Thomas and sit back while the other lay back tired, happy laughter still bubbling out.

Virgil saw how exhausted Thomas had grown so he let the human use the short break as he moved down to the guy’s feet. He was beginning to untie his shoes, when Thomas surprisingly tackled the side to the ground. The positions had reversed.

“Hey no fahahahir!” Virgil was smiling, trying not to enjoy himself, but failing.

“You left me wide open Virge. You forget how easily I can recover.” He grabbed both of Virgil’s hands and held them above his head.

“ARGH!! NO!!!” The darker trait jerked around, trying to free himself of his captor.

Thomas reached a hand down and began to re-tickle the darker traits belly. “Hehehehe! Good kitty.”

Virgil hissed in between laughs. “IHIHHI Suddenly HAHAHAHAHTE YOUHOHOH!!!”

“I’ve decided! I like it when you laugh!!” Thomas chuckled as his hand found its way underneath Virgil’s shirt. The sound that escaped Anxiety’s lips as his bare skin was tickled resembled that of a school girl.

“Well Good for YOUHOHHOHOHOHOOO!!!” Virgil’s thrashing became more violent as he desperately tried to get away from Thomas’s hand. “STAHAHAHAHAHPPPP!!!” Eventually, Anxiety gained enough strength to roll out from Thomas’s grasp, and kick him in the stomach, sending the human back to the ground. Before he could react much, Virgil quickly flipped Thomas over, sat on the backs of his knees, and resumed the removing of Thomas’s footwear.

“No no no no no!!!!! I don’t want it!!!” Thomas thrashed, but could not buck Virgil off for the life of him.

“Hehe.” Virgil was as breathless as Thomas was. “There’s a lot of things in life that we have to do, but don’t want to. So deal with it.” Anxiety grabbed a foot and began to scutter his fingers over the sole. If Thomas wasn’t in hysterics before, he was now. Very shrill squeals escaped his mouth, when Virgil stroked his fingers under the bottoms of Thomas’s toes.

But soon the squeals were transferred to the darker aspects mouth as Thomas’s hands somehow reached behind and found their way to his sides once again, utterly surprising him. Virgil was now chuckling so hard he fell off of Thomas’s legs and curled up into a giggly ball on the floor.

The human only found enough strength to roll over on his back. Try as they may, neither the human nor the aspect could get up for the life of them. They laid there cackling their heads off, even though no more tickles could be dished out on either side. Finally, Virgil turned his head towards Thomas, wearing the brightest smile the Human had ever seen on his face. This in turn made Thomas smile wider too. As time passed, their giggles became less and less frequent. Finally, for what seemed like an eternity, only panting could be heard.

Thomas was the first to get on his feet. After stretching, he offered a hand to Virgil to which the darker aspect cautiously took. The twinkle in each other’s eyes just screamed “this isn’t over!!”, but the understanding look they exchanged confirmed the nonverbal truce they had made. Once Virgil was on his feet, he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed out two water bottles, handing one to Thomas. The human accepted the water bottle and the two drank together like thirsty dogs that hadn’t been quenched in months.

After they had their fills and their heart rates had slowed, Thomas was the first to speak.

“So...how do you feel?”

Virgil smiled at him. “Heh. I think I’m okay.”

Bonus:

The door opened and the light switched on in the living room to reveal Thomas and Virgil sleeping. Of course Logan would only be focusing on the huge mess they made with the monopoly pieces, while the other two were beaming at the pair on the couch. All of them knew that they needed the alone time and they were happy to provide it.

It took a couple shouting whispers, but they managed to stop Logan from picking up the pieces and making noise.

“Logan! Stop! You’re going to wake them.” Roman tried to restrain him.

“That does not matter. They need to get up anyway. It is bad for your spinal cord to continuously sleep in an upright pos-”

“Seriously Logan! Let them have their moment together. This is important!”

“What could be more important than proper sleep?”

Patton put a finger to the logical trait’s lips and uttered a single word.

Heya! Got a drabble out from the Anon who sent in this prompt: “Heyo! I’m not sure If requests are open but if they are could you please do a fic with prince and anxiety? Like Anxiety doesn’t take getting hurt well and prince makes it a little… easier for him? If ya get what I mean!”

This was quite hard to write. I don’t feel like this drabble flowed as well as my other’s. But I think I did okay. Anon who sent this in, I hope you like it! It could be gayer, but ya know. :3 Feedback is always appreciated.

Please enjoy:

Gauze and Effect

(Ships): Prinxiety

Words ~ 1,457 ~

(Warnings): Slight Hurt and Pain, Slight NSFW

“Yes you were angry, but that didn’t mean you had to take it out on the door. What did the hinged wooden plank ever do to deserve such a profound kick?”

“It was in my way that's what!” Virgil hissed as Roman applied a cleansing ointment to his swollen right foot.

“Well it's not in anyone’s way anymore. You can thank your foot for that.” Roman capped up the ointment he was using and got out a bandage cloth.

“I was only mad because one of Thomas’s so called ‘fans’ was being a-wait no. You are NOT putting that on me.” Virgil took one look at the cloth bandage before pulling his foot away from Roman’s grasp.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Oh please Virgil. At least it’s not Logan doing this. He wouldn’t be as gentle.”

“No I would rather have Logan do it. At least he knows what he’s doing half the time!”

“What!? Take that back!”

“Hell no...well maybe I’ll consider it if you get that sorry excuse for a blood soaker away from me!”

“Virgil. I am wrapping your foot up whether you like it or not!” Roman tried to reach for his foot only to have his hand smacked down by the darker aspect. “Urgh! In your current state, you have nowhere to run! Give in already!” All of Roman’s attempted grabs were continuously slapped out of the way each time.

“No! It feels like one of the pressure things at the Doctor’s Office.”

“It’s to keep the swelling down and protect the foot from any infections.” The two aspects turned their attention to the logical trait who had just walked in the room. “Would you rather me do it Roman?”

“No. I’m doing this. Virgil’s just gonna have to deal!” He grabbed at his foot once more, but missed again. “Ugh! I refuse to give up!”

“No matter what you do Princey, I’m not letting you put that piece of gauze on me!” Virgil hissed again. The darker aspect had climbed onto the back of the couch trying his best to keep the injured foot in the air and fight off Roman at the same time. In doing so, he didn’t notice how close to the wall his foot was. While swinging around quickly to avoid another one of Roman’s grabs, the inside of the injured foot was then forcefully shoved into the wall.

After yelling at the top of his lungs, Virgil doubled over in pain and fell off the back of the couch.

“VIRGIL!” Just before he landed, Roman managed to hop the couch, roll under the darker aspect’s shadow, and catch him heroically in his arms. Anxiety writhed, whimpering in the Prince’s grasp.

“Shhhhhh...its okay...I got you.” Roman whispered lovingly into his ear as he carried Anxiety back to the couch. “Logan!”

Logan had already came back as soon as he had left carrying a bottle of Ibuprofen and an Ice pack. “It seems we read each other's minds.”

Roman carefully set the hurting aspect on the couch and pulled up a footrest, setting Virgil’s heel delicately upon it. His eyes were closed and only distraught noises came out of the darker aspects mouth. Seeing his boyfriend like this ripped Roman’s heart and pride into pieces. The prince gingerly pulled him onto his lap, wrapped his arms around his waist, and continued whispering into his ear, trying to calm him down.

After seeing Roman had discarded the gauze, Logan knelt down beside the foot and began to wrap it, only to have Virgil shake Logan off. “I...I don’t want it!” Anxiety seethed between grunts of pain. The logical trait grumbled and looked towards the royal expectantly.

Roman acknowledged and held down both of Virgil’s legs with his own, preventing the darker aspect from moving his lower half. Immediately, Virgil began thrashing about his upper body attempting to get free, that is until the prince buried his face in the crook of his neck and began kissing and tickling with his breath.

Slowly Virgil’s whimpering turned into light giggles as his body relaxed. Roman continued kissing up and down Virgil’s neck, but decided it wasn’t enough. The fingers resting on Virgil’s waist, cautiously picked up speed and began to wiggle all around his tummy. With the pain completely forgotten about, Virgil’s giggles transformed into laughter. His hands clamped down on Roman’s wrists, attempting to pull them away from their positions, but with the darker aspect weakening fast, the prince had the upper ‘hand’.

Unable to move his legs, Virgil was at the mercy of his lover. All he could do was giggle and laugh as Roman moved his hands to the various tickle spots he knew to drive Anxiety crazy. Once Roman’s fingers trailed up into Virgil’s armpits, the grip the latter had on Roman’s wrists slipped, hands falling limply to his sides.

“Pffffahahahahahahhahahah!!! Princey!!! Cut it out!!!”

“But you seem to be enjoying yourself. Plus, I would rather hear your adorable laughter than to see you screaming in pain.” Roman continued gently scratching at the hollows, making sure each stroke elicited a fair amount of giggles. Moving his tickling fingers back down their previous route, they halted at his hips and began to squeeze lightly and rapidly.

“PRIHIHIHIHIHIHCCCEEEYYYY!!!” Virgil threw his head back into Roman’s chest, cackling like a madman.

“Awww Virge. Don’t be laughing like that just yet! We haven’t even gotten to your most ticklish spot!” Roman stopped his assault only for a second to boop his lover on the nose, eliciting a high pitched grunt from the darker aspect followed by more laughter as Roman continued his tickle attack.

“Ahem. Roman.” The royal turned his attention to Logan who motioned to Virgil’s foot. The pair had been too busy with their own antics they hadn’t noticed Logan had already wrapped up the foot and laid an ice pack on it.

“But...but...I wanted to do it!” Roman pouted.

“I would have let you, but you seemed slightly...preoccupied.” Whilst smirking, Logan took the bottle of Ibuprofen, opened it, and handed a pill to Roman. “Have Virgil take that. The swelling and pain should be gone within the next 20-45 minutes.” Roman nodded and stopped his assault only to be faced with an uncooperative, sour faced Anxiety.

“Take the pill!”

“Heck no!”

“Take it!”

“Noohohoho-*gulp*!” As Virgil tried to protest, Roman delivered a sharp poke to his ribs which in turn opened his mouth and allowed Princey to shove the pill in. He kept his hand there in case Virgil decided to spit it out. The darker trait huffed in irritation through his nostrils and swallowed the pill.

At that moment, Patton walked in on the scene and the biggest smile played across his lips as he saw the two other aspects parenting Virgil like he would have. The darker trait was now burying his face into Roman’s chest, while the latter held him close.

“AWWWWWW!! This is so cute!!! What happened here?”

“Long story short. Virgil was being difficult about us wrapping his foot up, thus he accidently injured himself further. Roman tickled him to ease his pain and I wrapped his foot up for him. It seems his compliancy has returned.”

Patton chuckled. “Ah! No worries there! He was just being salty because he was...defeeted. Glad to see hes TOEtally okay.” Roman and Virgil both chuckled at his puns while Logan just blinked at his dichotomy.

“If...you know what? It’s not worth it.” Logan threw his hands up in the air and marched out of the room, not wanting to deal with anymore ridiculousness for the day. Patton smiled at the two cuddling aspects, before following in Logan’s footsteps.

“At least he wasn’t disARMed!” The moral trait shouted happily.

“PATTON I’M DONE. No more please!” Patton only giggled as they both faded from Roman and Virgil’s view.

Virgil cuddled into Roman’s arms, still heaving from the bout of tickling he had received. Even though he had secretly enjoyed it, Anxiety would never admit it to his lover. Seeing as how the darker aspect was no longer trying to get away, Prince removed his legs from restraining Virgil’s and set his feet flat on the floor. Virgil’s gaze met Roman’s as they stared at each other lovingly for awhile.

“Sorry...for being difficult.” Virgil mumbled as he buried his face back into Roman’s chest. The royal smiled as he placed a kiss into the darker aspect’s fluffy hair and then carted a hand through it.

OMG!! I have just reached 25 followers!!! thank you so much everyone for the support and love you have given me as I write these silly little fictional stories! I love doing it so much!!

Like I did for my 10 follower post, I’m going to throw out a challenge. The first person to give me a prompt after I post this will have a 1,000 word drabble written for the prompt with no questions asked! :3 All I ask is that I know who you are, so I can tag you in it!

Now because there are still so few people on this account, if I have already written you a prompt, and you do reply first I might not take it, because I want to give everyone a chance. I hope you understand. :)

As a quick side note, I’ll be by my computer most of the time today and I’ll also be working on a FAQ so you guys can know a little bit more about me and my ‘work’ schedule.

On another side note, I’ve created a home page for all my fics. I believe I titled it: “All Fics and Drabbles” or something like that so you can find all my fics and drabbles in one place. I do take submissions now! And I have a place for them and I will put the name of the tumblr who wrote them right next to the title so credit is given. This just helps everyone’s reading pleasures.

“Sorry for that little tangent, I am reeling right now.”

-Logan, Accepting Anxiety part 2.