#switch!logan

⚔Wade𖦏

General:

The embodiment of chaotic switch, and you CANNOT change my mind.

He loves to make others laugh, but he’d also have fun genuinely laughing every once in a while

Lee:

His lee moods come and go, yet they love to make his life Hell (well, more than usual).

He gets EXTRA mouthy and fidgety. It’s pretty obvious.

Especially to one hairy roommate.

Wade gives the vibes of someone who can say the t-word aaaaall he wants when he’s giving, but receiving? Impossible.

“I-Ihihihit– GYahahaha! Shuhuhut youhur furry ahahass uhuhup!”

And, of course, he’d sass his ler the ENTIRE time. Whether this is to provoke more tickling or just his natural response is unknown.

His worst spots are his armpits and thighs, though the latter definitely take the ticklish cake. He’ll squeal, thrash, and snort all day. It’s one of the only ways to shut him up.

Melt spot would be his back. Some gentle tickles along his spine, maybe soft praises about the pucked area. Loving tickles with rubbing a lotion on his irritated skin would SEND that man, trust.

Ler:

If you have a faith, it’d be best to pray when he’s in a ler mood.

Now, he’s not about to push boundaries or break set limits; Wade’s not a monster.

With consent, however, he will wreck your shit into the next decade. That is both a threat and a promise.

If you hadn’t already guessed, he’s an INCREDIBLY teasy ler.

“A little tickle here, and here, oh, and here is the fuckin’ gold mine!”

“Shut up? Babes, we both know that’s never gonna happen. Cute of you to try, though.”

“You’re so loud! I mean, I thought I was a screamer, but you take the cake!”

“Now, dear reader, this little spot right here makes them shriek. Cover your eye-ears!”

Lots of jokes and silly little comments that’ll either confuse or fluster the hell out of you.

There isn’t a SINGLE doubt in my mind that he’s amazing with aftercare. Cuddles galore if you’re comfy with those. If not, he’s got a weighted blanket and a comfy hoodie with your name on it. Plus, the cookies on top of the fridge that may or may not be stale are all yours!

💛Logan⨂

General:

He gives vibes of a switch as well, though his moods would probably be on the less intense side.

He definitely gets the need to tickle/be tickled, but it won’t ruin his day if he ignores it. Just an annoying buzz beneath his skin that a stiff drink and a nap can stave off.

Thanks to a certain mercenary, however, he can deal with them pretty easily

Lee:

It’s hard to tell when this man gets in lee moods; he’s a master at hiding them

The only subtle signs he shows are extra touchiness and the occasional random bout of purring. Even then, it’s hard to tell.

Thanks to their living together, Wade’s gotten better at spotting these little tells.

Logan is one of those lees who can say the t-word whenever it pleases him. He’s a “fluster them back” kind of lee.

His worst spots would be his lower stomach and the little scar-slits where his claws slide out. You’ve gotta be really careful when tickling them there, though; he can’t always control them if he’s being wrecked

Melt spots would be his forearms. Gentle traces, massages, or even goofy nips there make him purr. He’ll deny it forever, but you know he loves it.

He seems like he’d have a kind of goofy, unexpected laugh. Chuckles becoming pitchy giggles, loud and crazy laughter, and the snorts. It’s a spectrum of cuteness.

Ler:

You get to see the two sides of Logan’s ler moods: caring and despicable.

It honestly depends on what his lee prefers. He’s really understanding and wants to make sure you have as much fun as he does.

With Wade specifically, Logan can use his claws. He doesn’t have to worry about accidentally killing him, and he can use the dull sides to tickle the hell out of the other man.

He’s definitely a teasing ler, though in a more direct and observational way.

“Damn, you’re loud. Even without the powers, I’d hear you from a mile away.”

“It’s bad here, is it? Well, sucks for you, bub, ‘cause I’m not moving.”

“You’re really ticklish. Never would’a guessed it, but damn.”

“Your laugh’s fuckin’ adorable. Can’t get enough of it, especially when I get you here.”

Don’t tell me this man wouldn’t be amazing with aftercare.

If you’re both comfy with it, he’ll definitely cuddle with you and help you relax. This man is a walking space heater and would make the perfect pillow.

~~~

Roman

"Stop with your… shoulder… trickery, older me!" "Well, I would stop if you would just…"

What started as playful shoving, turned into full-on roughhousing as the two started clamping their hands down on different parts of the body, including Vision taking a jab at Roman's underarms. This caused the prince to jump back a bit and cover that area!

"Ah ha! I seem to have found your weakness." "Oh great. Another person to be a pain in the—"

Roman squawked as Vision went under his underarms.

"Lihihihittle me! Se-seize this!" "Little you?! I'm 21!" "Stihihihill— AHAHAHAHAHA! NOTTHERIBS!" "I will vaniquish thee with the power of three… fingers!"

Roman curled into himself.

"Nohohohoho! No fingers! Stop pohohoking me!" "Never! You will surely perish here, or my name isn't—"

Vision squealed when Roman squeezed his sides. Vision let go of Roman for a moment, only to get trapped into a semi-bear hug by the creative aspect.

"Come n-now, bigger me. I was just messing around."

Vision giggled when Roman went for his sides.

"Yes, of course~ And I want to play a game. Let's see how long it takes before you are cackling like a witch~" "EHEHEHEVIL! NOHOHOHOHO!"

~_~_~_~_~_~

Patton

"And you just look so precious! I could literally just squeeze you!"

Right Brain snickered as Patton squished his face and booped his nose.

"Well it's nice to see that I went from being a little ol' tadpole to big ol' froggo!"

Patton nodded as he gave Right Brain another tight hug, this time accidentally scratching his back in a very tickly way. The younger Patton giggled again.

"Bahahahack! My bahahack!" "Oh what is it, RB? Ticklish back?"

Right Brain gasped and giggled more pressure was applied to his spine by a few walking fingers.

"Mehehehehe?! Nohohohoho!" "Why yes! Yes, I will tickle tickle you because you deserve it, RB!"

Despite the fact Patton was having fun, when Right Brain got his small bit of revenge by getting his sensitive ears, he didn't fight back. It was so fun to just be able to look back on him in nostalgic.

~_~_~_~_~_~

Logan

"So you are me… but from the future?" "Yes. Though I would believe that this shouldn't make any logical sense." "It, in fact, does not."

Left Brain kept circling Logan, clearly in awe of meeting him older self.

"And you claim that you don't feel emotions?" "It doesn't make sense for me to, no." "But that would be a logical fallacy. Seeing that the brain creates the stimuli that would cause emotional reactions to occur one would assume that it must come from the brain naturally."

Logan stiffened at that remark. That's when Left Brain noticed and tried his best to backtrack.

"Wh-what I meant to say was that… it's nothing against you— us. We are the brain, or at least, one half of it."

Logan shook his head and put a hand on Left Brain's shoulder.

"You made a… veracious statement. I can't disagree with it wholeheartedly."

Left Brain's eyes widen.

"So you can feel emotions??" "If your theory is correct, then, yes. Yes, I can."

Left Brain lightly gripped Logan's hips and made him slightly jump, choking out a chuckle. The younger logic looked on in awe.

"Ooh~ Fascinating~" "Now… wahahait! Left… plehehehease!" "I didn't know we had ticklish hips! Right Brain always is going for my neck and sides."

Logan tried to lightly shove Left Brain away but to no avail. Eventually, Logan just let his ankles buckle, toppling over onto the ground. Left Brain stopped.

"Are you okay… uhh… Logic?" "Affirmative."

Left Brain helped Logan back up once Logan's breathing became neutral again.

"Thank you." "Your welcome." "Now…"

Logan puts Left Brain into a gently side hold as he poked the latter's hipbone.

"… I think a requital is an order." "Whahahahat? Nohohohohoho."

Logan didn't enjoy this. Absolutely not. His younger self wasn't adorable in anyway. That would be silly.

~_~_~_~_~_~

Virgil

"Neat jacket, Anxiety~" "I actually have a name now. Virgil."

The young fearful trait stared at Virgil for a moment, his fingers grazing Virgil's palm. The older Side snickered under his breath.

"Woah! What was that?" "Uhuhuhuh… I'm tickl—"

Oh right. His younger self was very reserved and didn't get tickled until later in life when he met the Light Sides officially. Virgil snickered more as the younger version of himself gripped his hand and scratched into the crevices.

"Cool!" "Ehehehehehehe! Nuhuhuhuhu!"

The latter Virgil stopped after a few minutes, which allowed Virgil to take a few breaths to stop from cackling louder.

"Whahat did you stop for?" "I felt you were getting more uncomfortable. So I stopped." "Ihihihi… I was fine…"

The younger anxious trait blinked a few times before nodding. Virgil held his hands out and asked if his younger self wanted to feel the sensation too. He nodded slowly. Virgil wiggled his fingers into the others palm, causing him to back up more against the wall, using the other hand to hold onto Virgil's shoulder.

"Nohohohoho! Ihihihit's weird! It feheheheels weird!" "That's what it's supposed to feel like. Let's see if the backs are ticklish too." "Oh… oh nohohoho…"

~_~_~_~_~_~

Remus & Janus

"… and you just LEFT ME HERE! All aloooooone!"

Remus' theatrics were always welcomed… if Janus hadn't already spent the better half of the day dealing with the others dramatic asses.

"You were alone for a very limited amount of time."

Remus pouted.

"It's not fair! I wanted to go too!" "And do what exactly, darling?" "Have fun!" "We didn't even get to see you or me in the past."

Remus gasped.

"How booooring! We were a dynamic duo even back then!" "Yes, yes. I know you are upset but in essence… I wasn't the one to entirely keep you repressed today." "Suuure, Janny."

Remus tackled Janus down to the bed and held his arms up. The snake aspect jumped out of his skin a bit when Remus, scratched behind his ears.

"Revenge is best served cold~" "Remus? Rehehehemus no!"

Roman and Logan had only been dating for only around six months when winter rolled around. The second the clock struck midnight on November 1st Roman was in full Christmas mode. Christmas was his all time favorite holiday, how could it not be? There were presents, and loud decorations, and cuddling by the fire, and hot cocoa, and the people he loved most. But his favorite person in the whole wide world, his boyfriend Logan, was Jewish. So he didn’t even celebrate Christmas! He’d probably never even had a proper Christmas, and wasn’t that a sad thought to be having at midnight. So Roman resolved that this year he was gonna make Logan experience Christmas. All the good non-religious bits, anyways. Christmas had never really been about God for Roman anyways. He more enjoyed the family and community aspect of it all.

Unfortunately, both Logan and Roman were absolutely swamped with schoolwork and activities for the entirety of November. Roman was starring in the fall play, and Logan was working hard with his team to get their phenomenal rubber band car ready for the Physics Olympics. Between their busy schedules and Thanksgiving, the two barely even saw each other. Come December, however, a rejuvenated Roman set his plan into action: Operation Make-Logan-Experience-Christmas.

Step one: Decorate the house.

On December 3rd, Roman invited Logan over with no explanation. When Logan pulled into Roman’s driveway he was surprised to find the guy looking extremely frustrated as he furiously attempted to untangle a massive string of lights.

“Ro? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Logan inquired as he exited his car. Roman dropped the lights, a huge smile blooming on his face,

“Hey! You made it! I’m just trying-and failing-to untangle these lights…haha. I wanted to show you all the joys of Christmas since, yknow, you’re Jewish and all. So I figured we could decorate my house together and then drink cocoa?” Logan huffed out a small laugh. His boyfriend was adorable.

“Sure”, he replied with a grin, “Hand me the lights”. He then proceeded to untangle them in one smooth motion, smirking when Roman’s jaw hit the floor.

As the hours wore on, the work was getting agonizingly slow. Especially for Logan who didn’t understand the point of putting lights on the house to begin with. It wasn’t practical; why were they doing it? So, when Roman stretched up to wrap a string of lights around a tree branch, Logan quickly wiggled two fingers in each of Roman’s underarms, eliciting a small shriek. Roman immediately whipped around, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Dohon’t”, he giggled, voice wavering slightly. See, Logan didn’t get mischievous often, he found it childish. But, well, he was really bored. And maybe Roman was cute when he was tickled or whatever, shut up. Roman tentatively reached up again, and again he he found tickling fingers in his underarms, forcing him to slam his arms down with a squeal. The cycle continued a couple more times before Roman finally whipped around and tackled Logan, squeezing his sides with vigor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROHOHOHOMAN PLEEHEEHEEASE IHIM SOHORRY STAAHAHAHAAP”, he squealed.

“All right, all right,” Roman relented, “but only because we need to finish these decorations”. And as much as Logan hated to admit it, the decorations did end up pretty great in the end. They were loud and obnoxious and garish and PERFECT. This whole Christmas thing was actually pretty fun, and Logan thought the concept of Roman showing him his favorite parts of the holiday was pretty cute. And that’s what sparked Logan’s newest idea: Operation-Make-Roman-Experience-Chanukkah.

Which is how Roman found himself at Logan’s house on December 18, the first night of Chanukkah. Roman honestly didn’t know much about the holiday, so he was pretty excited. Logan’s family, of course, were delighted to have Roman over. Logan’s grandparents, although not fully understanding that the two boys were dating, were supportive and excited regardless. Roman watched as Logan’s dad lit the shammash with a fire stick and Logan got to light the first candle. Not being religious or motivated enough to actually dig out the yamaka’s, all the male family members simply placed a hand on their heads as Logan’s grandfather recited a prayer. Roman didn’t understand a word of the Hebrew, but he enthusiastically exclaimed “Amen!” with everyone else at the end. The family then sat down for dinner, where Roman proclaimed latkes to be his new favorite food and then proceeded to eat half the platter. After an incredible dinner, they sat on the floor for a rousing game of dreidel. Barely 10 minutes in Roman was losing quite spectacularly. Logan’s grandfather was winning again; no one could quite figure out how he always won a game entirely based on luck. Logan himself had quite a sizeable stack of chocolate gelt in front of him. And maybe Roman was feeling a bit mischievous, sue him. So he sneakily-not-so sneakily stole Logan’s stack of the biggest coins and slid it over to his meager pile. Logan merely gave Roman a side-eye and stole the coins back, but the glint in him eye told him Roman was SO getting it later.

And get it he did, because as soon as Roman and Logan were able to sneak away to Logan’s room, out of earshot from the adults downstairs, Logan wasted no time in pinning Roman to the bed.

“Eheheheh what?” Roman questioned.

“You stole from me. Now it’s time to pay” Logan replied dramatically whilst wiggling his fingers in the air. Romans eyes widened comically at the sight,

“You wouldn’t”.

“Oh I would”. With that Roman burst into laughter, which was only strange for one reason: Logan hadn’t actually started tickling him yet, which sent the shorter man into a flurry of giggles himself,

“ihi hahaven’t eheven tohouched you yehet”.

“Shut up” came the embarrassed reply.

“I’m gonna count to 10”, Logan proclaimed, much to Roman’s horror.

“1”

“nonono wait please don’t”

“2”

“Logan wait please I gave it back”

“3”

“It was a joke! I didn’t mean it! Please I’m sorry!”

“10.”

And with that, Roman couldn’t say much else as he had quickly descended into hysterics as Logan dug mercilessly into Roman’s ribs. He couldn’t even complain that Logan had skipped 4 5 6 7 8 and 9. That didn’t stop Logan from talking, however.

“Aww does that tickle? Is my Prince just sooo ticklish he can’t even handle just a few tickles on his wittle ribs?”

“I bet you’re sorry now. Was my gelt really worth this?”

“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

Roman meanwhile was dying as fingers were now spidering all over his tummy, leaving the poor boy in stitches.

“This will not end until you apologize for the stolen goods”

“Nehehever”

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to use drastic measures”. Logan’s hands began steadily creeping back up, awakening Roman’s ribs from their much deserved nap. They didn’t stop there however, a terrifying fact that Roman was coming to realize.

“No no no nohot there nohot there pleaheahease” he babbled helplessly, “I cahan’t tahake ihihit”

“Aww, but I thought you liked this Ro. Any last words?”

“Fuck you!” And those truly were his last words for awhile as Logan wormed his hands into Roman’s underarms and vibrated his fingers like ticklish shockwaves pulsing into Roman’s core. Roman was in the clouds. He couldn’t feel his surroundings and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could barely hear his own hysterical laughter over the deafening buzz of fire in his nerves. He couldn’t comprehend anything besides how much it tickled. The sensation blurred reality until he found himself wishing it would last forever while simultaneously needing it to stop that second. It was like oxygen that suffocated. He couldn’t stand it, but he needed it, more than he ever thought he’d need anything. But the feeling was quickly approaching “suffocating”. Fortunately, it suddenly stopped. Reality rushed back through him. Dull tingles racing through his body, soft sheets under him, warm and grounding Logan on top of him. Hands were on his face, in his hair, making sure he was okay.

“Thanks..Logi. That was- fuck”

“Anytime Ro” Logan smiled softly before slipping back into his “mad” voice,

“That’ll teach you not to steal from the great professor!”

“Oh yeah?” Roman questioned as he picked himself off the bed and switched their positions with admittedly little resistance from his boyfriend.

“I think you’ve got a lesson of your own to learn teach.” He said before lowering his voice to a low whisper,

“No-one messes with the prince and makes it out unscathed” And then Logan was in hysterics as the tables turned, fingers on his neck, his ears, his sides all tickling with too much vigor for someone who’d just been tickled to hysterics themselves. The sensations were simultaneously too much and too little, altogether overstimulating while his body kept craving more, more, more as he leaned into the touch instead of away, a fact which Roman was all too eager to point out.

“Aww enjoying yourself there Logi-bear? Is the great professor enjoying his wittle tickles?”

“NO! I HAHAHATE YOUHOUHOO”

“Do you now? I’m not hearing a stop~” At that Logan fell silent because truthfully he was enjoying the affection from his boyfriend. That’s what the holidays were about, after all. Not candles, or decorations, or silly games with spinning tops and chocolate. They were about creating silly memories with the people you love the most. And as he was laughing himself horse, Logan hoped Roman would be there to make these memories with him for many more Christmases and Chanukkahs to come. Because Roman brought happiness and laughter into Logan’s life. And Logan didn’t want to stop laughing for a long time. And so he wouldn’t. ;)

I hope this is okay writing wise. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing my best.

Virgil was spending time with his pet tarantula. He was a cool tarantula. One of his closest friends…Well, besides Patton. But Patton would never accept such an ironic pet…Never in his life. 

Virgil sighed and let the tarantula crawl its furry body all over his hand and up his arm. He felt like a black sheep…completely taboo…and unable to fit in with the rest of the sides. It was unfortunate, really. He really wanted to fit in. But…He knew it would be impossible to…

*Knock-knock-knock* “Virgil…” *Knock-knock-knock* “Virgil…” *Knock-knock-knock* “Virgil…” Logan said, slightly referencing Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. 

Virgil gasped and accidentally dropped the spider. He quickly picked it back up, and cupped it with his hands. Virgil then sighed. “Come in.” Virgil replied. 

Logan opened the door and closed it behind him. “I apologize if the Sheldon reference was too corny or cliche…” Logan admitted. 

Virgil shrugged his shoulders. “Bazinga.” 

Logan smiled a little bit at that. Another Sheldon reference. “That tells me everything I need to know.” Logan replied. 

Virgil smiled slightly. 

“So…What are you holding?” Logan asked. 

Virgil widened his eyes and looked down at his hands. “Uuuuh…” 

Logan tilted his head. “Is it a snake? Perhaps an Inland Taipan?” Logan asked. 

Virgil shook his head. He unfortunately knew that the snake he referenced, happened to be the most venomous snake on earth. 

“No…It’s not a snake.” Virgil replied. 

“Oh…what is it?” Logan asked, walking closer. 

“Uh…A spider…” Virgil slowly revealed the spider to him and waited anxiously for Logan to react…

But Logan only tilted his head. “I see…” he said. 

Virgil looked up at Logan, surprised. “Wait…that’s it? You’re not scared?” Virgil asked. 

Logan smiled. “I am not scared of spiders, Virgil.” Logan admitted. 

Virgil looked down at the tarantula. “Huh…Alright.” Virgil replied. “Would you like to hold him?” Virgil asked next. 

Logan nodded. “Sure.” 

Virgil gave Logan the tarantula, and watched as the tarantula crawled on Logan’s hand slowly. Logan watched it with little facial expression. “Fascinating…” Logan said out loud. 

Virgil couldn’t help but smile a little bit as he watched Logan calmly handle the tarantula. “So you’re not scared of them…Even though they bite…” Virgil said next. 

Logan smiled. “The only time a tarantula will bite someone, is if they feel threatened.” Logan told him as the tarantula crawled up the back of his wrist. 

Virgil chuckled. “That is true…” 

Logan looked at Virgil. “He reminds me of you.” Logan admitted. 

Virgil raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?” 

Logan nodded. “You are rather harmless. Though you will react accordingly if you feel threatened or scared.” Logan admitted. 

Virgil frowned a bit. “Well…” 

Logan looked at Virgil with interest, and a little bit of concern. “...Am I wrong?” 

Virgil bit his lip and scratched the back of his head. “A little…But not really.” Virgil admitted. “I rarely bite people…but it has happened once or twice. But that’s only because the hissing didn’t stop the situation from getting worse.” Virgil admitted. 

Logan nodded as he listened. 

Virgil cleared his throat awkwardly. “...You’re probably wondering who I bit…” Virgil mentioned. 

“Nope.” Logan replied. 

Virgil looked up. “Wait, really? You don’t want to know?” Virgil asked. 

“I do…but I am not going to push you.” Logan replied. 

Virgil looked down a bit, smiling slightly. 

“Though I have an idea of who it might’ve been.” Logan admitted. 

Virgil looked up at him. “Who?” 

Logan smiled a bit. “Perhaps the arrogant prince?” Logan asked, his smile slowly showing teeth. 

Virgil covered his mouth to hide his laughter. “Ohokay, yeah…You’re right.” Virgil replied. 

“Yelling is my only defense mechanism.” Logan admitted. 

Virgil looked up at him. “Well…” 

Logan looked up and froze. He looked away awkwardly. “Alright…that may not be so true now…” Logan admitted. 

Virgil hummed. “Yeah…I wondered that.” 

Logan looked down, feeling a little bit guilty. 

“But I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.” Virgil let him know. 

Logan looked at Virgil with a calmer facial expression. “Oh…Uh…Thank you.” Logan told him. 

Virgil smiled. “Don’t mention it.” 

Logan watched as the tarantula slowly reached his upper arm. Logan chuckled. “It tickles a little bit.” Logan admitted.

Then, Logan watched as Virgil picked up his tarantula again, and placed him back in his enclosure. 

“So…I know it is normal to ask how you are doing…but I’m not really good at emotions…” Logan admitted. 

Virgil tsked and waved his hand. “No need to ask if you’re uncomfortable. It’s fine.” 

Logan nodded and sat down on a chair in Virgil’s room. “So…your tarantula…” Logan started. “I wondered if someone in Thomas’s mind palace owned a spider.” Logan said. 

Virgil chuckled. “Well, you’ve found the owner of the spider.” Virgil replied. 

Logan smiled. “What’s it like owning a tarantula?” Logan asked. 

“Well…it’s an easy, stress-free pet. Occasionally, I’ll let him out of his cage and let him crawl around. When that happens…I usually laugh and find him crawling up my back.” Virgil admitted. 

Logan hummed. “I’ve never thought of that…I suppose, based on my reaction to the spider crawling on my elbow…it tickles?” Logan asked. “Or itches?” 

Virgil bit his lip. “Tickles. It definitely tickles. Enough to make me laugh too.” Virgil replied. “He’s really good at holding on when my body’s shaking from laughing, though. I’ll give him that.” Virgil added. 

Logan smiled. “I see…” 

Virgil reached for Logan’s hand. “Would you like to try it?” Virgil asked. 

Logan looked at his hand. “Try…Try what?” 

“Try experiencing a spider crawling up your back.” Virgil clarified. 

Logan widened his eyes and scratched the back of his head as he looked away. “O-Oh…Um…” 

Virgil lowered his hand. “Actually…nevermind.” 

Logan looked at Virgil. “No no, I’m okay with trying. But…my back is somewhat sensitive too.” Logan admitted. 

Virgil smiled as he got up and reached into his tank. “Okay.” 

Virgil grabbed his tarantula out of his glass habitat and watched as Logan laid down on his stomach. Virgil then placed the spider onto Logan’s back. 

The spider stood there for a couple seconds, trying to understand its new surroundings. Then, it started crawling around a small bit. Slowly, it started to crawl a little bit faster than before. Logan was holding his breath, trying to prevent himself from laughing as the spider crawled down his back. It was worse than spidery fingers…so much worse…

This spider had a mind of its own. And that was somewhat scary for Logan. 

Logan squeezed his hands shut, struggling to not laugh. 

Virgil smirked as he saw Logan’s obvious restraint to not laugh. His face was red at this point from the breath-holding. 

Virgil decided to help him let loose. He slowly brought his hand up…and lowered his fingertips down to Logan’s back. 

Logan gasped and opened his eyes wide. “Virgilwhatareyoudoing-” 

Virgil chuckled and started spidering his fingers up and down Logan’s back. “Tickle tickle, Logan~” Virgil teased a small bit.

“Pffft- Nohoho!” Logan giggled for a couple moments before covering his mouth. 

Virgil then removed his hand and picked up the spider from his back. Logan let out a breath of pure relief. “Oho god…*huff*...thank you…*huff*...” Logan said. 

Virgil smiled. “No problem.” 

…and then he dropped the spider half a foot onto Logan’s back again. 

Logan gasped and squealed…yes, squealed…as he covered his face with his hands. “EEEHEHEHEEEK!” Logan squeaked. “MEHEHEAN!” Logan yelled next. 

Virgil laughed. “Just laugh, Logan. You’re always so uptight. It’s time to let go.” Virgil told him. 

Logan arched his back and giggled helplessly, yet more freely this time. “Cohohome ohohohohon…Thihihis ihisn’t fahahahair!” Logan told him. 

“I’m not the one tickling you this time. This is purely Kamajī’s doing.” Virgil told him. 

Logan looked at Virgil out of the corner of his eye. “Dihihihid yohohou nahame your spihihihider ahafter thahahat guy from spihihihirited ahawahahay?” Logan asked. 

Virgil smirked widely. “Yes…I did.” Virgil replied proudly. “Do you like it?” Virgil asked. 

Logan hid his face in his hands and subtly nodded as he giggled and laughed. Kamajī was crawling left and right, almost pacing back and forth on Logan’s back. 

“Ohohokahahahahay…nohohoho mohohore plehehehease.” Logan gently ordered. 

Virgil nodded and picked up his spider from his back. Logan let out a small breath of relief and closed his eyes. 

“Ohokay…thank you…” Logan told him. 

Virgil smiled. “No problem.” Virgil replied. 

Logan pushed himself onto his back and laid there for a little while. Virgil put Kamajī, put him into his enclosure, and walked up to Logan with his hand extended out. “Want help up?” 

Logan nodded and took his hand. Virgil gripped Logan’s hand and tried to pull him up. But Logan pulled him down at the same time, proving to be much stronger than Virgil expected. 

Virgil fell on top of Logan, and pushed himself up to look at Logan with wide eyes. Logan laughed and turned themselves so Virgil was on the ground, and Logan was on top of him instead. 

Then…Logan started skittering his quick fingers onto Virgil’s belly. “Trying to get the upper hand means sacrificing a tickle spot.” Logan told him. “However, that does not mean all is lost. You happen to have many different tickle spots on you.” Logan explained. 

Virgil was giggling and covering his mouth with one of his own hands.  

Logan smiled and whispered something into Virgil’s ear: “Your tummy-tum-tum sounds like the perfect tickle-tickle spot.” 

A Rib Counting-- Just To Make Sure That All Of Them Are There

"Um... Um. So I was thinking about that thing you said, about distractions, and how sometimes distractions aren't enough if we're not engaged enough, because our brains still are kinda going crazy, so, um, I thought that I might have an idea, and obviously you can say no, but I'd like-- um--"

"Virgil," Logan said patiently. "Would you like to hand me the coupon in your pocket?"

Virgil blinked, then sheepishly pulled his hand out of his pocket with the crinkled coupon in his palm. He handed it to Logan without meeting his eyes.

"I see," Logan said after reading the small card. "Alright then. Please get into my lap."

"Logan", Virgil hissed, blushing profusely. "You don't have to--"

"This would be the ideal position for counting your ribs, unless you have a better idea?"

Virgil groaned melodramatically, but Logan just fixed him with a stern look until he acquiesced. He sat with his back against Logan's chest, crossing his arms until the logical side gently unfolded them for him.

"We'll begin very slowly," Logan murmured. Virgil huffed, already squirming in place.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he muttered. Behind him, Logan fought to keep his lips from quirking into a smile. He trailed his fingernails very delicately over Virgil's stomach, making his chest tremble with giggles before they even came to rest on his lower ribs.

"Ready?" he asked-- and the instant Virgil nodded, Logan began pinching his bottom two ribs at the same time.

"I need you to count them for me," he continued, after Virgil's initial squawk of laughter had evolved into an incessant stream of belly laughter. Virgil twisted this way and that, clawing halfheartedly against Logan's evil fingers, but there was no doubt in either of their minds that this was exactly what they wanted.

~

Tummy Tickles-- Bound Hands, 30 Minutes

“Patton?”

“Yeah, Logan?”

Logan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead he shoved something into Patton’s chest.

Patton blinked in surprise as he looked down at the piece of paper scrunched in Logan’s hand.

“What-- what does that say?”

“Tummy tickles,” Logan said in a loud voice before immediately flushing. He lowered his arm and his voice as he repeated, “It says... tummy tickles.”

A beat, and then Patton’s face broke into a slow smile.

“Sure, Logan. Let’s get comfy, and I’ll give you all the tummy tickles you want.”

He gestured for Logan to follow him into his bedroom, gently shutting the door behind them. Patton moved onto his bed, but Logan hesitated.

“It... the coupon also says-- um. Bound hands.”

As if Logan’s stammering wasn’t endearing enough, Patton couldn’t help but find his request totally adorable. He grinned, slow and sweet, at Logan’s blush.

“Come here, Lo.”

He made grabby hands at Logan, who slowly crawled onto the bed to join him before gasping as Patton maneuvered him so his back was to Patton’s chest. As soon as he was in position, Patton grabbed Logan’s wrists and pulled them behind his own back, summoning a soft rope to keep them tied together in that position.

“Is that alright, L?” he asked. Logan shifted for a moment, testing the bonds that essentially kept him attached to Patton.

“It-- yes,” he stammered. “Yes, yes, this is alright.”

Patton smiled again, and lifted his hands until they were in Logan’s vision. He wiggled his fingers and clawed the air just above Logan’s stomach.

“30 minutes, Logan,” he sang, relishing in the way Logan’s shoulders were already shaking with laughter. “Let’s here all of those sweet little tummy giggles, okay?”

~

Session-- Spread Eagle, 60 Minutes

"Are you sure about this?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

Logan looked up from where he was securing Patton's foot to the bed frame.

"...Because you're incredibly ticklish on your thighs, and you've just asked me to give you an hour long tickle session with your legs tied rather far apart."

His words made Patton shift just a little bit on the bed, the restraints on his ankles clinking softly as he tested his range of movement. Still, he smiled down at Logan.

"I wouldn't have asked for it if I wasn't sure," he replied. Logan hummed, climbing up and sitting on the bed in between Patton's knees.

"60 minutes on the timer," he said (which made Patton giggle a bit, since he knew Logan was just going to count the time in his head anyways). "Ready?"

Patton nodded. "Ready-- eep!"

He squeaked involuntarily. Logan raised his eyebrows.

"Well, come now. We've barely started."

"I--" Patton started. Logan skittered his nails across the tops of his thighs again, and Patton twitched like crazy. "Logan!"

"Hm?" he replied. Patton opened his mouth at the exact moment Logan pinched above both of Patton's knees.

"Nahahaha!" Patton jerked his knees as far to his chest as he could-- which, as a matter of fact, was not far at all.

Logan took the opportunity to flutter his nails under his thighs. "Say it again, Patton?"

"Wait!"

Patton slammed his hands down, but all Logan had to do was flex his fingers once into the muscle to send him cackling.

"I'm so sorry, Patton, I'm afraid I can't understand you," Logan said innocently. He pulled one hand out to squeeze along the tops of Patton's thighs again, while the other continued its mission tickling the backs. "I'll need you to speak much more clearly."

As the hour slowly, slowly, slowly ticked by, Patton was sure of one thing: he was not going to regret this.

~

Foot Rub

"A foot rub, Roman!" Logan insisted, scowling as he rubbed the tingles out of his foot. "Not-- that."

Roman scoffed, glaring up at Logan from where he was kneeling in front of the logical side. "Tickles are a part of a foot rub, Professor, everybody knows that."

"Well, it's not on the coupon so-- so no doing that," Logan stammered, crossing his arms and forcing his legs to stay still. "Just... a normal foot rub."

Rolling his eyes, Roman begrudgingly continued his task. "Well, I have no idea why you'd even ask for a foot rub if you don't want me to tickle you. It's part of the fun!"

With that, Roman pressed his thumb just under the ball of Logan's foot.

Logan snorted. Loudly.

Roman blinked.

"Oh," he said softly. "Oh, I see."

Logan didn't have to look at him to recognize the wicked grin on his face. He kept his eyes on the wall over Roman's shoulder, pretending that his face wasn't steadily turning darker and darker.

"I see," Roman repeated, smirking up at him. "You don't want gentle tickles, do you? You want--"

He squeezed again, this time drilling both of his thumbs in the center of Logan's arch. Logan's leg jerked involuntarily as a short shout of laughter escaped him, his hands shooting down to grip at the arms of his chair. He tried to pull his knee up to his chest, but Roman grip on his foot kept him from escaping the tickles.

"Aw, Logan, you should've just said so!" he said cheerfully, shifting him position so he could wiggle his thumb nails in between the wrinkles that formed as Logan desperately tried to curl his foot back. "Please, do let me know if there are any sensitive spots that I must pay extra close attention to. And please stop squirming-- at this rate, this'll take all day, and we still have another foot to get to!"

~

One Massage (Might Be A Little Tickly)

“You know what you’re doing, you wretched beast--”

Virgil tazed his fingers into Roman’s sides, making the creative side gasp with choked off giggles.

"Of course I know," he replied. "I'm giving you a back massage, one that you freaking asked me for, and I think I'm doing a pretty good job."

He paired his response with 10 fingers wiggling into the backs of Roman's ribs. Roman made a sound between a squeal and a grunt before he once again collapsed into helpless laughter.

"It's sohohoho bad!" he gasped. And it was-- it was so much worse than Roman had expected. He'd used the coupon because he thought it'd be funny, forcing Virgil to give him a massage, but he should've thought harder about why so many people apparently found massages ticklish.

His eyes bulged out as Virgil rubbed small circles right underneath Roman's shoulder blades. He twisted wildly, desperate to throw Virgil off of his back, but he was too weakened by his laughter to do anything.

"Nahahaha not there not there!"

Virgil hummed softly. "Nah, I think I'm gonna stay right here. You've got a lot of tension, Princey. Don't worry. I'm here to help, and we've got all day long."

~

Cuddles-- Lots And Lots Of Cuddles, Requires Blankets

"You know you don't need a coupon for this."

"Patton."

"I mean, we already do this all the time!"

"Patton."

"Although it is pretty sweet that you asked if we could plan a whole afternoon to cuddle, I mean, the coupon does say lots and lots--"

"Patton!"

"Hm?" Patton asked, dragging his eyes away from the blanket nest he'd been building. "Oh! Sorry, Virge."

Virgil huffed a fond sigh, wrapping his half of the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "It's fine, Pat. Just--"

He cut himself off, cheeks flushing, and Patton couldn't help the smile on his face.

"Got it," he said, despite the fact that Virgil hadn't finished his sentence. "Let's start the show, 'kay?"

He hit 'play' on the remote and leaned back, throwing an arm around Virgil's shoulders and pulling him closer underneath their shared blanket. All at once he felt the emo side relax, leaning heavily against Patton's chest.

They stayed like that for a bit, but after a while Patton noticed that Virgil was... noticeably squirming.

"Kiddo?" he asked, pausing his hand from rubbing slow circles on Virgil's back (and huh, when had he started doing that?) "Everything okay?"

Virgil looked up at him, huffing hard enough that his bangs flew out of his eyes. His cheeks were dark, and he didn't look directly at Patton as he mumbled, "... are you gonna make me ask?"

"Ask?" Patton repeated, brows furrowed. "Ask for what?"

"The--" Virgil started before dropping his head to hide against Patton's shoulder. "You know, the-- the thing. We've been doing."

Patton still stared at him, confused.

"With the coupons," Virgil added weakly.

Finally, it clicked in Patton's head.

"... Oh. Oh? Oh!" he exclaimed all at once. Virgil groaned, dropping his head against Patton's shoulder.

"Please, just-- don't talk about it."

"Okay, okay!" Patton said, pulling back from Virgil and holding his hands up appeasingly. He mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. Then he smiled, and began wiggling his fingers in the air, pointing them in the direction of Virgil's stomach.

It clearly took effort for Virgil to avoid laughing then and there; instead, he dove back into Patton's side, uselessly wrapping the blanket tighter around his shoulders as the paternal side wrapped him back up into a big cuddle again, both of his hands coming around to tickle Virgil's tummy all over.

It was a long time before they paid attention to the TV again.

~

Session-- Tied To A Chair, 30 Minutes

"Just say the code word, Patton," Roman cooed, scratching his well-manicured nails all around Patton's neck. The moral side snorted, desperately wiggling back and forth, but with his wrists and ankles tied to the arms and legs of the chair he was sitting in, there was absolutely nowhere for him to go.

"I'll never tehehehell!" he squealed, drumming his feet on the floor. This whole thing had started as a little 'interrogation' game, but it was pretty hard to stay in character. Especially when Roman let one hand trail down to flutter at the soft skin of his inner arms, thoroughly bound and terribly ticklish.

"Are you sure?" he asked, allowing his other hand to go from scratching at Patton's neck to squeezing just above his poor trapped knee. Patton nodded desperately through his giggles.

"Very well," Roman replied, and immediately he shoved all ten fingers to vibrate all around Patton's belly button.

It all happened so fast-- Patton, caught off guard from the tickles suddenly attacking his tummy, reared backwards with enough strength to lift the front two chair legs from the floor-- he felt himself tip past the point of no return, and there was just enough time for a shriek of genuine panic to cut through his laughter before--

"Oh shit!" Roman blurted, thrusting an arm out and grabbing the back of Patton's chair, leaving him still leaning backwards precariously, but no longer falling to the floor. The two panted, looking dead into each other's eyes.

Then they burst into giggles.

"Oh my gohohod," Roman giggled, leaning forward for a minute to bump his forehead against Patton's. "Why are you laughing, that was so scary!"

Patton shrugged as best as he could, shaking his head giddily. "I dohohon't-- I don't know, I think the adrenaline is making me loopy!"

He fell back into relieved giggles, very aware of how Roman was inspecting him through his mirth.

"I'm glad you're okay," he said, "but that did give me an idea."

He maneuvered a bit, stepping out of Patton's line of sight, and all of a sudden Patton's felt the chair tipping backwards again. This time, however, it was a controlled fall-- Roman held the back of the chair in his hands, and slowly lowered Patton until he was basically lying on the floor, still tied at all points to the kitchen chair.

Patton giggled again, a hysterical little thing that bubbled out of his throat. This was disorienting-- he was now watching Roman, upside down, as the creative side knelt down until his face was a few inches above Patton's.

"Well, this'll be much easier!" he said. He reached an arm out to check the knots on Patton's legs, and with a little jolt in his stomach Patton realized that Roman was now able to reach both his upper and lower body without even having to stand up.

"Let's see if 'flipping the script' will make you feel a little more cooperative," he continued in a dramatically dark tone of voice, and Patton was laughing and squirming and yanking on his bonds before the creative side could even begin again.

~

Session-- Y-Position, 60 minutes

“I think I changed my mind.”

Logan hummed in disinterest. “Of course. Just say the safeword and I’ll release you.”

The silence from the other side spoke volumes, and Logan turned to Roman with a blank expression.

“Just as I thought. Now stay still.”

Before Roman could say anything else, Logan whipped out two makeup brushes from behind his back and began fluttering them in Roman’s armpits .

“Wait wait wait, not there not there!” Roman squealed before falling into helpless high-pitched laughter. He yanked at his arms, but they stayed firmly tied above him in the Y position.

“I see. Do you not like being tickled right here?” Logan moved closer, dropping one makeup brush so he could scratch his fingers in Roman’s exposed pit. “Does it tickle too much right here?”

Roman screamed, head thrown back as he threw his body as far to the side as he could. “It does! It does!”

The mix of hard and soft tickles assaulting his armpits was quickly driving Roman into hysterics, his legs barely able to keep himself upright in this position. Logan mercifully pulled back, allowing him to slouch to the ground as he caught his breath.

“Unfortunately for you,” he continued, as if Roman hadn’t been on the verge of death just moments before, “the coupon was specifically for a 60 minute long session. So unless you use your safeword, I’ll have no choice but to continue for the full hour, and you’ve still got--”

He leaned over to check the clock, and focused on smoothing his face into something neutral before staring Roman down as he finished, “57 minutes to go.”

Roman groaned, shaking his head in fear and anticipation, but he still refused to safeword. Logan quirked an eyebrow.

“Suit yourself. I’m getting the baby oil.”

~

100 Sides And Hips Squeezes

"Count them for me."

Logan flushed, pouting horribly. "Virgil."

"Logan," the anxious side replied. He seemed wholly unconcerned with how flustered Logan was right now.

"Do you want me to count them, then?" Virgil continued. "Cuz that's an awfully high number, one hundred... hope I don't lose track or anything--"

"You're a menace," Logan hissed. He squirmed for just a moment, but to Virgil's credit, the anxious side didn't give even him one warning squeeze to encourage him in the task. No, he left his hands resting delicately against Logan's torso, his fingers positioned right above the spots that they both knew would send Logan into hysterics.

"You know I'm gonna stay right here until you do it," Virgil murmured, and Logan felt like he was melting, because he knew the other side was absolutely telling the truth.

Still, every time Logan opened his mouth, he felt Virgil's hands like a belt wrapped around his waist, and his breath left him in a flustered wheeze.

Virgil snorted, leaning forward far enough to nuzzle his forehead against Logan's.

"Oh, you're losing it already, aren't you?" he teased.

Logan pouted up at him, but there was no denying the darkened flush of his cheeks. "I'm not."

"You totally are, that's so freaking funny--"

"I'm not, I was just--"

"Just start counting!"

"One!" Logan snapped, then burst into cackling laughter as Virgil immediately dug into his sides, wiggling all of his fingers for a long, horrible second before releasing him.

"Very good, L," Virgil said smugly as Logan's giddy shock faded back into breathless anticipation. "Only 99 more to go."

~

Hog-Tied-- Tickles, 30 Minutes

“This was a stupid idea.”

“It’s not stupid, Doom and Gloom!”

“I feel stupid.”

“The doors are locked, the room is soundproofed, and absolutely no one else will see you like this if you don’t want them to.”

Virgil sighed in discomfort, and he felt Roman go still above him.

“Just say the word, and we’ll stop now,” he said kindly. “I swear on my sword, I’ll untie you, and we’ll give you some good ol’ tickles the normal way.”

Virgil sighed again, pressing his face into the carpet. “No, I-- I wanted to try this. Let’s try it.”

There was silence from above him. After a few moments, Virgil craned his neck to the side.

“Roman--?”

His words cut off with a squeal as he felt two fingers tazing into his sides. He tried to lean to the side, but Roman easily grabbed the knotted rope that tied his hands and feet together, keeping him still.

Roman made a thoughtful noise. “You know what? This makes my job so much easier. I can tickle your feet and your torso all at once!”

To demonstrate, he began running his fingers over Virgil’s soles, making the emo side whine and kick his legs as much as possible. With the other hand, he crawled his fingers back to Virgil’s side and began squeezing the pudge there, sending him into full-on laughter.

“No-- nohohoho! Not fair!”

“Not fair?” Roman asked with an incredulous smile. “You asked for this, stormcloud. You wanted to try being hogtied, and now look at you. Squealing like a piggy already!”

A well timed squeeze coupled with Roman scratching just underneath Virgil’s toes succeeded in making him squeal, his voice slightly muffled as he hid his face in the carpet. Roman grinned, shifting to sit next to Virgil as he reached to tickle all over his exposed back. This would be more fun than he thought.

~

Netflix And Tickles-- Optional: Tied Hands+Feet

"Oh, oh! Roman, look! It's the end credits!" Patton sang. Roman's struggling kicked up tenfold, as if his hands weren't tied behind Patton's back right now.

"Hm, so that means... rib tickles until the credits are over? Yeah?" Patton didn't wait for a response before diving back in, wiggling his fingers in between each of Roman's ribs. The creative side shrieked again, unintentionally arching his back directly into Patton's patient fingers.

"Nohohohohohoho! Patton!" he squealed, kicking his feet and acting for the world like this whole game wasn't his idea. After nearly two minutes, the credits faded out, and Netflix began counting down to playing the next episode.

Patton slowed his fingers, as per the rules of the game. Roman got a break in between episodes; it was the best way to make sure he could handle all the other tickles he got throughout their binge sessions.

"And... oop! Time's up!" Patton chirped after about fifteen seconds. "There's the 'previously ons', here we go!"

He dove right back in, hands darting down to Roman's stomach and smiling as the tickles made Roman squeal and buck. He squeezed right around Roman's bellybutton every time the 'previously ons' flashed back to a different scene, leaving Roman in perpetual peals of laughter through the entire segment.

Patton graciously slowed down again, smoothing his hands over Roman's arms and gently squeezing the stretched muscles. The creative side twitched and squirmed just a bit at the touch, but he managed to relax as he leaned back against Patton's chest.

"Having fun, Roman?"

Roman hummed, cracking his eyes open as he smiled up at Patton. "Indeed I am, Padre."

"That's good," Patton replied, grinning back, "because I'm pretty sure the theme song just started again."

Roman's eyes widened, but it was too late: for the next minute that the theme song played, Patton's fingers were shoved directly into Roman's exposed armpits, dancing delicately in time to the music.

"This was such a fun game, Princey," Patton cooed in between Roman's screams of laughter, his legs desperately kicking the floor beneath them. "I think we should keep up our marathon all night long!"

~

25 Raspberries

Patton was not necessarily an overdramatic fellow, so when he said that he was dying, he was pretty sure he was telling the truth.

Unfortunately for him, Virgil didn't seem nearly as concerned at Patton's revelation as he once again gave Patton a break to breathe.

"You want out?" he asked. Patton dropped his head back against the couch cushion, panting for a moment before before rapidly shaking his head.

"This is fun," he managed, craning his head up to smile toothily at Virgil. The emo side snorted at him.

"I hope it's fun, Popstar, 'cause you're not even halfway done. You sure you can handle it?"

His words made a few more stray giggles bubble out of Patton's mouth, incredulous. Not eve halfway? He'd already been raspberried within an inch of his life (again, not dramatic! It tickled so bad!) and he still had over a dozen more raspberries to go?

"You asked for this," Virgil sang lightly, rubbing his hands over the reddened skin of Patton's stomach. "We can take a break, or pick it up another day, or stop altogether. But you asked for raspberries, remember?"

Patton opened his mouth, but all that came out were even more giggles, and a stray snort or two as well. Virgil, amused, raised his hands off of Patton's stomach.

"Alright, so we're clearly gonna be here forever. Wanna go to your room so you can take a nap right afterwards?"

Patton nodded. "Good idea, kiddo!"

"Oh, I just had another good idea."

"What?"

Before Patton could blink Virgil shot down to blow yet another raspberry directly above his bellybutton, and Patton shrieked as he helplessly arched his back even further.

"Cuddles." He nuzzled Logan's bare neck, wrapping his arms around him and exhaling happily for the warmth. This doesn't helping in the slightest the shivers running in despair across the only really wake up at the moment.

"No cuddles." The protest came with a try of a firm look softened by the sleepy, calm and caring state of the other, who now took the activity to attempt to lightly - and incredibly wobbly - scribble across his back. Logan did his best to not melt and stay strong on his position, the sensation of cold tracing and spreading in a lovely mix of tingles and goosebumps. "You lost your right when you decided to sleep without your comforter."

"Bullshit. I don' need comforter, only you."

"Vir-r-gil." His voice failed for a piece of second when Virgil decided to be a good time to nuzzle and mumble incoherently on that exact spot right under his chin. That, added with the still soft scratches on his back made the tallest one squeak, titters escaping between his smile.

"Shhhh." And a bunch of incoherent noises was his response. "Sleep."

"Virgil- don't- s-s-stohohop!" Logan whisper shouted, his giggles starting to grow more and more. His gaze catches something and immediately he shove his hands under the other's armpits, fingers skillfully poking and drumming in a dance they already had done so much times before. "You are, figuratively, asking for it. I shall own no sympathy to you and your fate."

"No no no!!" Virgil's giggles filled the air, his mind starting to wake up and trying to accompany the current events, his arms glued on his sides as "Logan?" A yelp left his mouth when the fingers found their way to his upper ribs, leading his body to attempt to curl, only to find himself stuck with Logan firmly pressed on his chest, keeping the tickles light and yet almost unbearable. "Nohohoho! Wh-whyhihi?"

“Patton?”

“Yes?” Patton said, turning around with a twinkle in his eyes and sidling up to Logan, his hands already reaching towards sensitive sides. 

“Wait! Not yet. Just come with me please.”

Patton looked curious enough to agree, and his hands backed away. That was good. If Logan was tickled even a little before starting the game he was positive that he would lose. 

Logan led the way back to his room, which had been transformed into a ticklers paradise. The room was bright and airy, with feathers all over the walls. The feathers weren’t merely decoration, as each one could be removed and used. There were small dressers staring open, and showing their vast arrays of tickle tools. There was a chair with restraints, and one without, both set on wheels to be moved easily. The bed had stocks made into the footboard, strings already hanging over them for toe ties, and additional restraints ready as well. There was even soft, bouncy music playing, with a quick tempo that would be tortuous if tickles followed it. 

Next to the bed was a mini-fridge with snacks and water, and on top of it a small clock. 

Patton’s eyes were wide, and his grin was brighter and more evil than Logan had seen yet. 

“I have a game,” Logan said. “And if you win, you can have me in here for the rest of the day.”

Patton’s eyes got even wider somehow. 

“But if I win, I get to keep you in here as my Lee,” Logan said. He was struggling to keep his breathing and his voice even. 

“What kind of game?” Patton asked. 

“I’ll sit in that chair,” Logan said, gesturing to the plain one. “There will be a five minute time limit. You cannot touch me, or you will lose. And I cannot move. You will be free to move as you like, and to tease, and your goal will be to get me to react. If I move or laugh before the time runs out then you win.”

Patton bounced up and down, clapping his hands. “This is gonna be perfect! I’ll get to tease you to warm you up and then I’ll tickle you all day long!!!”

Logan’s face colored. He sat down in the chair, careful to keep his expression impassive. “The time starts now.”

A timer appeared on the wall, counting down from five minutes. 

Logan breathed slowly. In and out. Measured. He had a small flame of Ler burning in his chest, and to win this game he would have to be sure it did not get snuffed out. 

“Awww, is little Lee Lo trying so hard to win?” Patton cooed, his mouth so close to Logan’s ear that he could feel the warm breath tickling. 

Logan stared straight ahead, breathing in, and out. Slowly. Measured. 

Patton crossed over to the wall to pick up a feather and play with it, twirling it between his fingers. “This is so wonderful, Lo, for you to set all this up for me! I’m gonna put your feet in these stocks, and tie back those little toesies so they can’t squirm away, and then just think of all the things I could do! I could flutter this feather just beneath your toes, or saw it back and forth between them, or I could poke with the pokey end and scribble little lines with it!”

Logan’s face grew steadily warmer, and he fought not to look at Patton, who was happily demonstrating with his hands. The only way he managed to stay still was imagining that he, if he won, would be doing the exact same things to Patton. It would be Patton’s feet trapped in stocks, his toes mercilessly pulled back where they couldn’t protect themselves, and Logan would be the one controlling the feather. 

Even so, his breathing broke it’s methodical pattern, especially as Patton kept going to different tools in the room, explaining in excruciating detail how he was going to use each one of them. His eyes followed Patton’s movements, and his face grew redder with every smirk. 

His lip trembled slightly, and he clenched his jaw. Breathe. Just slow down. Ignore Patton entirely. Breathe. Focus of the rush of air in and out. 

Suddenly a feather was directly in front of his face, millimeters away from his nose, and capturing all his attention. The feather slowly moved sideways, before darting towards his ear. Logan barely suppressed the flinch, but the feather didn’t touch him. It was a ploy. 

He pointedly looked away from it, and from all other cruel teases Patton kept trying, wiggling fingers darting in so close, but not quite touching. 

“Awww, does little Lo want so badly to not get tickled?” Patton asked in a babying voice. “The tickles are just too much for his ticklish skin?”

The word alone was hard to resist, but the tone and the smile made it much worse. Logan was breaking, his tiny flame of Ler sputtering out. He was going to move, going to laugh, going to be tickled to pieces and then tickled more and there would be nothing he could do about it and—

A loud beep startled him, and he jumped, but it was the timer going off. He’d won. He’d won!! 

Logan slumped over in the chair, a few giggles spilling out as he dropped his rigid guard. 

Patton was oddly silent, and Logan was more than surprised when he finally sat back up to see a soft blush and some embarrassed shifting and shirt twisting. 

“Are you… in a lee mood… already?”

Patton’s blush deepened as he looked at the floor. “I had kinda been hoping you guys would fight back harder…” he mumbled. 

Logan gaped. “You’ve been in a Lee mood this whole time?!”

“Not the whole time!” Patton protested. “Just, maybe, a lot of it.”

Logan had to take a moment to absorb that. That Patton could be so evil while in a lee mood. How??

Meanwhile, Patton was shyly sitting on the edge of the bed and still fiddling with his shirt. 

Logan snapped out of his shock, trying to build up his little flame of Ler. If Patton was in a truly strong Lee mood, then he’d need it. 

Logan snapped, and Patton had changed into comfy pajamas, shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. Patton immediately covered his mouth, small giggles slipping out through his fingers. 

“Oh, you’re giggling already?” Logan said, starting to maneuver Patton into the middle of the bed. “What’s going to happen once I really start?”

“Ihi don’t know,” Patton said gleefully, giggles slipping out even faster now. 

Logan locked Patton’s feet into the stocks, but left his socks on. There’d be plenty of time for that later. 

Patton was already rolling back and forth and giggling hard into his hands, but his giggling just got louder as Logan pulled his arms up above his head. 

“You realize,” Logan said, lowering his voice. “That I have a whole week of tickles to get revenge for.”

Patton giggled even harder, and Logan still hadn’t tickled him even one time, but he was going to lose his breath at this rate. 

Logan sat on his thighs and set his hands on his belly. “You’ll have to calm down, dear.”

“Ihihi cahan’t!” Patton said, snorting with how fast the giggles were coming. 

Logan moved his hands in slow, heavy circles, almost certain not to tickle. “Then no tickles for you.”

“Whyhyhy?” Patton giggled, his voice heavily tinged with whine. 

“Because you will pass out, and that will be fun for neither of us.”

Patton tried to pout, but it really didn’t work when he was still giggling. He tried to stop himself, taking in deeper breaths. 

“I would not want you to laugh yourself to unconsciousness,” Logan said. “Certainly later I will enjoy bringing you close, but to do that you must begin in a calmer frame of mind.”

Patton threw his head back and forth. “Thehen dohohon’t tease!”

Logan smiled. Ok, maybe this was feeding his Ler fire. But clearly instructing Patton to calm himself wasn’t working. Perhaps after the first big tickle and laugh he would be able to calm down slightly. 

So Logan went from rubbing with his palms to rubbing with his fingertips, and Patton burst into crazed laughter. He thrashed back and forth, as if the light tickles were torture. Logan smirked and kept it up until he was certain that he’d driven every other thought out of Patton’s mind. He slowed down, and pulled his hands away. 

“There you are, my sweet Lee. How was that for a start?”

As he had hoped, the laughter faded as it normally did, into softer giggles and panting. “Goohood.”

He leaned up to stroke the hair out of Patton’s face. “You also did very well. Would you like some water before we continue?”

Patton nodded. 

Logan helped him get a drink, and then settle back in. “Now you get a bit more break until I find the perfect feather.”

Patton giggled a little, but not the uncontrollable giggles from earlier. But now Logan wanted those giggles, but he wanted them at his control. So he picked a large feather, quite soft, and with a fringe that dangled along the entire thing. And he also picked a very small, very, very soft feather, and tucked it into his shirt pocket. 

He held the large feather up so Patton could see, before feeding it underneath his shirt, so the stiff end poked out of the collar. The entire process, of course, he made as tickly as possible, and Patton was kept giggling, happy squirming, and brightly smiling. 

But from there, the slightest wiggle of the end and the large feather tickled nearly Patton’s entire torso, especially his belly. 

“Lohoho! It tihihickles!” Patton said, his eyes squinted nearly shut from his smile. 

“Does it?” Logan said, and he couldn’t resist wiggling the feather to make Patton burst into giggles again. 

“It does!” Patton squealed, his words coming out in a rush to try and squeeze them between the many giggles. 

“Well then, let’s try a very easy game,” Logan said, settling into position and pulling out the smaller feather. 

He started dragging it slowly along Patton’s jawline. “All~ you have to do is stay still. And you’re already all tied up here, so it’s so easy!”

Patton’s giggles grew again as the feather neared his ear. “Lohoho, wahait!”

But Logan knew exactly what he was doing, and spun the feather between his fingers right at the sweet spot. Patton let out a sharp shriek, jerking his head away and rubbing it against his shoulder before a sudden burst of giggles flowed out. 

“Oh dear,” Logan said, without a hint of pity to his tone. “Looks like you’ve lost.”

He wiggled the larger feather and Patton squirmed all over, giggles having graduated to laughter. 

“Lo, please!” Patton tried to beg, his words all broken up by laughter. 

And finally Logan did have mercy, letting go of the feather. But not too much mercy, as he already knew that until Patton could stop giggling the feather would still be tickling, and at his current hypersensitive state, it would tickle almost as much as if Logan was still actively wiggling it. 

Logan had intended to leave Patton to giggle himself out, but he very quickly found that he was most definitely in a Ler mood now, and wiggling his fingers gently in Patton’s hollows to get even more laughter was just too good an opportunity to pass up. 

And then Logan heard the shift in Patton’s tone that indicated that it was getting to be too much. Patton was such a happy Lee, but he couldn’t be tickled to silence like Virgil could, at least not in the same ways. A quick silent laugh was fun for him, but too long and he got tired. So Logan removed the feather, and even did so without any extra fanfare. 

Patton needed a long break after that, and demanded cuddles, which Logan agreed to as long as Patton didn’t fall asleep just yet. Because he was nowhere near done. 

Finally, though Patton was trying to act more sleepy than he was, the break was over. 

Logan got set back up, warming up with a few gentle scribbles on Patton’s belly. The soft giggling and slight squirming alerted him to a problem in his plan, however, and he went to pull out the slack in the restraints, so Patton could move even less. 

“Whahat are you doing?” Patton asked nervously. 

“Well, dear, there’s a place I know that you’re extremely ticklish, and there will surely be a lot of thrashing, so I’m making sure that you’re still enough that you cannot stop me from very thoroughly enjoying myself.”

Patton’s face went red, and he tugged a bit at his legs, as if sensing Logan’s goal. Logan sat over his hips, trailing his fingers from Patton’s knees up. 

“Are you ready to scream, Patton?”

Patton squirmed hard, and then Logan squeezed the muscles in his thighs. Patton certainly did scream. It was one of his worst spots, made far worse by the fact that it wasn’t very often targeted, and now Logan just wouldn’t leave it alone. Up and down his thighs, almost anywhere got him a truly fantastic reaction. 

“Lohoho!” Patton laughed, and then was cut off by another scream. “Tihihickles so bahahad!!”

“That is the point, darling, I’m getting revenge for a whole week of tickle monster Patton.”

“Plehehease!” Patton shrieked, squealing as Logan’s fingers strayed down too far and wiggled beneath his kneecaps. 

“Please tickle you more? You don’t need to ask, Patton, that’s what I intend to do.”

It was only a few more seconds before Patton’s laughter went silent, and Logan knew he’d have to stop or there would be another long break. So he got up, and wheeled the chair around to the foot of the bed, slowly unlacing Patton’s shoes while he got his breath back. 

Patton’s giggles returned as his socks were pulled away, and he scrunched and wiggled his feet around. 

“We’ll play another game,” Logan said calmly, hiding a smirk. “If you can keep your feet still, I’ll tickle them. But if you can’t, I’ll come back for those thighs again.”

“No!!” Patton yelled immediately, his voice all whiny and giggly. 

“Well, then, you just have to keep your feet still. And if you’ll just spread your toes for me, that would be greatly appreciated.”

Patton let out a long whine, cut with little giggles as Logan immediately started fluttering a feather around his feet. 

“You’re wiggling too much, I’ll have to—“

“Noooo!”

“Alright~ hold a bit more still,” Logan teased, deliberately sawing the feather between his last two toes. 

Patton let out a teeny squeal, scrunching his feet up as tight as he could. 

“Ah, ah, ahh~ I’ll have to come after those thighs again, won’t I?”

“Lohogan I caaan’t!!” Patton whined. “I trihied!”

“I see…” Logan said, setting the feather aside. “Should I help you then, by tying up these toes that you can’t keep under control?”

There was another long whine from Patton.  

“Or I can have more fun with those thighs~”

“Ahhhhhhh… fiiiinnnneee.”

“Fine, what? I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re saying,” Logan teased, starting to poke at the little toes to watch them curl. 

“You can tie my toes…” Patton muttered. “Meanie.”

“Oh, I’m the meanie?” Logan said, tying the string to the stocks and starting to wind it around his big toe. “What about you, tickle monster?”

Patton just let out a whine, flopping his weight around on the bed. 

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll push that bad mood away with tickles in just a moment,” Logan said, enjoying very much the taking his time in capturing each little toe and prying it back. “There. Now what was it that you always enjoyed? Little piggy?”

Patton giggled at just the name. “Lohoho!”

“How does it go?” Logan said, scratching his finger underneath Patton’s big toe. “This little piggy…”

Patton was giggling hard, even his toes not enough to make him fully laugh, as his feet weren’t nearly as ticklish as the rest of him. “Maharket.”

“Ah, yes. This little piggy maharket.” Logan said drily, still scratching gently beneath the same toe, which Patton was trying and failing to wiggle away. 

“Noooo, Lohohoho!”

“That’s not right either?” Logan asked. 

Patton suddenly burst out with the full line, but so broken up with giggles as Logan scribbled over the ball of his other foot that it could barely be understood. 

“Loho, I want different tickles!” Patton said, the words clear despite coming out through whining giggles. 

“Different tickles?” Logan asked, coming back to sit on the bed. “You want me to give up my revenge for different tickles?”

Patton nodded, puppy eyes already at full power. “I want belly tickles. Please?”

Well, the please broke down any resistance Logan may have had. He brushed his hand gently over Patton’s flushed cheeks, and Patton leaned happily into the soft touch. 

“And would you like to get untied for the belly tickles?”

Patton nodded. “Just some.”

So Logan released Patton’s feet, and Patton scooted himself so his arms had some extra slack. Logan settled over his thighs to roll his shirt up. 

“Now where does this belly want to be tickled?”

Patton’s giggles were happier and lighter. “Ihin the middle.”

So Logan started in the middle, with light scribbles and trailing fingers pulling the lighter happy giggles out by the dozens. And if he maybe squeezed at Patton’s hips sometimes to get some louder laughter, well, neither of them minded that a bit.