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:
(Ships): Logicality if you squint
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.
“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.
Thomas finished typing up his notes on his laptop, grinning widely. After checking they were all correct, he saved his work, closed his laptop, gathered his things, and set out for his apartment. It had been a very productive study session.
