Synopsis: This is a T-Fic, so if that isn’t your thing… sorry! It’s a Ler!Spencer Lee!Reader with a little bit of Morgan and a hint of Hotch. Reader gets minorly hurt in the field, and Reid insists he should conduct an experiment/examination - hilarity ensues!
special thanks to @manictickles for beta reading and giving me the inspiration :)
Spencer Reid is either the most oblivious person alive, or really good at pretending like he doesn't know that he's driving you absolutely insane.
It was 7pm in the evening, the team had just gotten back to the office from a long, difficult case. Everyone was worn out and dragging their feet against the beige carpet of the BAU; except for one Dr. Spencer Reid, who had been looking at you attentively with one arched eyebrow ever since you landed.
You had sustained a minor bruise on your right side from a tussle with the unsub, and despite the team of medics back in Philadelphia who checked you out for any more serious scrapes and bumps, Spencer didn't seem to believe that you were as fine as you said you were. Somehow, you had agreed to let him conduct his own medical examination, and so you were lying stomach down on the floor of the bullpen.
“Reid, this is ridiculous-” Reid cut you off with a glance and an uncharacteristically amused glance. “You know, you should really be more careful, you know, bruises, also known as contusions occur when the capillaries get damaged, causing the blood to leak and get trapped under the skin,” he stopped, drawing in a sharp breath when he realises that you and Morgan, who is stretched back on a leather office chair with his arms behind his head, are both staring at him with a grin.
He coughs. “Anyway, it's important to make sure there isn't anything more serious, '' he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing down at his sweater vest self-consciously.
You rolled your eyes and resigned yourself to the mildly discomforting prodding at the hands of Spencer Reid that would inevitably follow his abashed awkwardness. You close your eyes and stretch back, stifling back a yawn - jolting awake at a curious prod at the bruised spot on your right side, just below your ribs. “Are you okay? This bruise must be worse than I thought, you could have an accumulation of blood under the issue, uh hematomas can be really dangerous and can causes severe pain or swelling.” You feel the heat creep up your neck and settle on your face - truth be told, you were really fine. Just ridiculously, unbearably… sensitive. God, if the team ever found out about this you would be subjected to even more teasing and ridicule than you already are as the youngest, newest member of the BAU. “Are you okay? Is something bothering you?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips. You trip over your words for a second and pull your hands down; “No no really, I’m fine, just- Spencer really I’m fine!”
Reid made a noise of confusion as you groaned, wishing the floor would swallow you, so you wouldn't have to tell Spencer how you were so ticklish you couldn't stand ten minutes of single handed prodding and poking - pulling you from your train of thought, morgan says “Pretty ricky, I believe that someone has a ticklish little problem,” at this, Reids face split into a grin.
“Youre saying this is bothering them? When I do this?” he asked, with a falsely pensive expression on his face as he spidered a hand up each side of your stomach, sending you into a fit of giggles. Between laughter, you say “Spencer! Please no!” before his evil scratching at your ribs sends you back into your hysterics.
“You know Reid, I think you should probably finish the examination, they seem to be in distress,” Hotch says, walking through the bullpen, glancing at your writhing, blushing figure on the floor as he walks through the doors of the BAU with a tightlipped smile.
summary: Connor is struggling to cope with his newly acquired emotions. Hank, however, is a pro.
warnings: cursing, mentions of death/suicidal thoughts, tickling
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In the time that Connor had been living with Hank, post-deviation, he had been warned about dwelling on the past. It was a mistake Hank had made far too many times, one of which nearly resulted in him ending his own life. And Connor knew that Hank spoke the truth.
But there he was, curled up into a ball on Hank's couch, plagued by the memories of his days as a deviant hunter. He was thinking about Daniel. The look of terror and betrayal in his eyes after being shot by the snipers.
"You lied to me, Connor. You lied to me." Those were Daniel's last words, the pitch of his voice gradually deepening as his system shut down. If Connor would have known what would happen to Daniel... he would have done something to stop it. Anything.
Connor could feel himself shaking as his thoughts continued on. Where was Hank? Gone for lunch, I think. It wasn't like Hank to go to the Chicken Feed truck without him. Had Connor done something wrong? Was Hank mad at him?
Just as Connor was starting down that new thought train, he heard Hank fumbling with the key to the front door just outside. Hank finally managed to unlock the door and stumble into the house, half-empty soda cup still in-hand.
Hank was almost startled to see Connor curled up on the couch. "Connor?" No response. "Connor! What happened?" Hank quickly abandoned his soda on the kitchen table and hurried over to the couch, kneeling on the floor next to where Connor was sitting.
"Connor, talk to me. What's going on?" The genuine panic in the lieutenant's voice surprised Connor. He had only heard him speak like that during missions, when Connor's life was in jeopardy. But Connor wasn't in danger now. No, at least not physically.
"Connor!" A firm hand on his shoulder brought Connor back to reality. He looked to Hank, slightly startled. The lieutenant was taken aback by the tears streaming down his android companion's face. His voice softened, the panic fading into genuine concern. "I'm right here, son. Just breathe." Hank paused for a moment to allow Connor to catch his breath. "Can you tell me what happened?"
Connor took a moment to swipe the tears away from his eyes. "Those d-deviants-" his voice wobbled as he spoke. "They just wanted freedom. And I just-" His voice broke into a sob as he tried to continue, hiding his face in his hands, but Hank had already figured out what Connor was trying to say.
"That wasn't you, Connor. I know that, you know that, even all of Jericho knows that now. The real you, the you we all know now, is kind, compassionate, empathetic... and anybody who doesn't see that is a fool."
Connor sniffled, once again looking up at his human friend. Hank's words were genuine, and Connor knew it. "When you used to tell me I was showing empathy, I didn't believe you." Connor choked on some odd mix of a laugh and a sob, remembering his stubborn attitude prior to his deviation.
Hank chuckled at the memory of Connor back at the police station, begging him to help with locating Jericho. "No denying it now, huh?"
Hank stood up from his position on the floor, plopping down on the couch next to Connor. The android now sat upright, legs crossed beneath him.
"Feeling better?"
"I'm starting to, all thanks to you, of course."
"I'll say, I never imagined I would meet an android more empathetic than most humans. Talk about character development, huh?"
"I'm sure you're exaggerating, Lieutenant."
There was a short pause in conversation. A comfortable silence. It didn't last for much longer than ten seconds, but it was there.
"Still the same stubborn wise-ass though." Hank nudged Connor with his elbow, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Hey!" Connor yelped, pushing Hank's arm away. "As if you're not just as mule-headed as me!" Connor shot back with a grin that one could only describe as shit-eating. Oh, he was gonna be like that now.
"Holy shit, now you're giving me attitude? Where the hell did you learn that?"
"You know, Jericho may not be the greatest influence for your sweet innocent android, Lieutenant." Connor's grin grew wider with each passing second.
"Okay, now you're just asking for this." Hank jumped to his feet, grabbing Connor's hands to pull the android down onto the sofa completely, both of his wrists trapped inside one of Hank's large hands. Connor was now laying face up on the couch with his hands pinned above his head. "You knew this was coming, didn't you?"
Hank had learned a lot about Connor over the past couple of months. He learned about his fascination with dogs, heard him laugh for the first time, and discovered the android's true personality. And as sweet as Connor could be, he could also be a little shit.
Hank, however, had discovered a fool proof method of knocking Connor down a few pegs. Oddly enough, the discovery of that method just happened to go hand-in-hand with hearing Connor laugh.
"Connor, how long has it been since you laughed?"
Connor swallowed the nervous lump in the back of his throat. "Approximately 36 hours."
"You know, studies show that laughing on a regular daily basis has a significant positive impact on mental health."
"Of course I knew that, Lieutenant. I am, quite literally, a living database." If smug remarks could kill, Hank would have been six feet under.
"You pretentious motherfucker!"
Connor was about to fire back with another cocky remark, but he was cut off by his own startled yelp as Hank tazed him in the ribs. "Wait! Hank, you don't have to do this-!"
"Of course I do! You were in a shitty mood, you gave me attitude, and when I pinned you down, you continued with the attitude? Come on, Connor, you weren't exactly subtle about wanting this."
Connor attempted to defend himself, despite the fact that Hank had figured out exactly what Connor was after, but he was once again cut off, this time by his own sudden burst of laughter as Hank began repeatedly poking him in the ribs. "Don't you dahahAHAHARE-"
"Oh, I dare." Hank chuckled at the android beneath him, eying the hem of Connor's oversized DPD hoodie."
"Nohoho!"
"Yes!"
Hank quickly shoved both of his hands underneath the android's shirt, now leaving Connor with complete control over his arms. Obviously, Connor made no attempt to defend himself from Hank's attacks. He was too caught up in his own wild laughter to do so even if he wanted to.
"You know, I'd never heard any androids laugh before you, Connor. Although I can't quite say I'm complaining. It's kinda fun watching Mr. Look-At-Me-I'm-So-Serious get destroyed, and by something as childish as tickling?"
"KNOHOCK IT OHOHOHOFF!"
"No, I don't think I will." Hank's nonchalant yet teasy reply in combination with the feeling of his hoodie riding up gave Connor goosebumps. "Hey Connor? How much air can fit inside the average human's lungs?"
Connor paused for a minute, confused by the odd question. "Well it all depends on a number of factors like age, size, overall health-"
"Too slow!" And with that, Hank took a deep breath and blew a huge raspberry right over Connor's belly button.
Connor all but screamed in response, flailing his arms until he felt one of his hands make firm contact with Hank's face with a pained "Ouf-!" from the older man.
"Hank! Oh my... I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry!"
"Oh relax, will ya? I'm fine! Not really surprised either."
"Why would you do- that- if you knew I might hurt you?" The concern in Connor's voice was genuine.
"Oh my God you can't even say it!" Hank snorted as Connor's face flushed bright blue.
"Hank, I'm serious! Why would you do that?"
"Okay, look. The thing about humans is that, more often than not, they're willing to get hurt for the folks they care about. Even if that means getting smacked in the face after a very well deserved tickle attack- I wanted to cheer you up, not to mention you wanted to get wrecked. Neither of us wanted me to get smacked, but it happened. And it's okay, because you're feeling better now right?"
Connor thought for a moment. "Yes, Lieutenant. I do believe that's true."
Hello Everyone! First Royality tickle fic! I kind of rushed it slightly because it was for my friend,Turtler’s birthday and it was over a week and a half late, but other than that I think it's ok. The first part was so much fun to write! I forgot how cute Royality is, so I hope you all enjoy this mess that is the sunshine ship! Love you all! Enjoy!
Indecisive Interactions
(Ships): Royality
Words ~ 2,596 ~
Warnings: Tickling
It started with an idea. An idea that both sides had agreed upon, but once the execution of that idea came to pass, neither of them had any clue what to do. So two parties sat there, on opposite couches, trying to discuss what they should do together that would constitute as quality time. Well, more like the fanciful side was rambling idea after idea while Patton agreed wholeheartedly to each and every one. This caused the prince to become slightly self-conscious of Patton's true feelings about any of his ideas.
"Oh! How about a board game?" Patton clasped his hands for maybe the seventeenth time.
"Oh I love board games!" Roman sunk a little.
"Card games...?"
"I love those too!" It was too much for the prince to process. He groaned outwardly and rubbed his temples, trying to get a hold of his temper.
"For Athena's sakes, Patton! Stop giving me the same answer for every idea I have! Just pick one over the other! Ugh. Even you can't love everything with the same intensity! Please, just tell me which one you'd like to do!" Patton frowned a little and thought with a face that could mirror Logan's eyebrow raise of utter confusion. After a minute, the moral side looked just as defeated as the prince himself.
"I don't know Princey! I can't pick! All those ideas you gave are amazing! And as much as I'd like to choose between them...I just...can't! I just want to do what you want to do!" Roman fell back on the couch in dramatic fashion.
"Not again, Patton! We are going in a circle here! What I want to do is what you want to do, yet we both want to do what the other side wants and no decisions are being made on which activity we will do!" Patton hung his head a little and fiddled with his thumbs. He watched as Roman pulled at his hair with frustration.
"I'm sorry Roman! I don't know what you really want to do! But, I promise it's not because I don't want to spend time with you! I do! It's just we both are too nice. Eheh. This 'kind' of argument is just a round Robin for us!" Roman's response to Patton was a pillow in the face, sending the moral aspect in almost the exact position Roman was on the couch in front of him.
"Stop it! I already told you I want to do what you want to do, and I gave you a whole list of options. Just freaking TELL ME!" The moral aspect gave a half-hearted chuckle at the pillow Roman threw at him, and lamely tossed it back allowing the prince to catch it with ease. Roman twirled the pillow in his hands, trying to think up a solution to their predicament. With Virgil and Logan gone, this wasn't an easy task, but it only took a moment for a possible idea to come to him.
"Okay. Patton." Roman clasped his hands together and drew a breath, touching his middle fingers to his nose as he regained his composure. "I have a proposition for you." He pointed with his folded hands towards the moral side. Patton perked up and nodded vigorously, signifying he was intently listening to what he had to say.
"If...you tell me what you'd like to do in these next couple hours, I will personally see to it that your next request is fulfilled! Regardless of what I, Logan, or Virgil think!" Roman stood up on the couch to confirm his point, watching proudly as Patton followed suit and started clapped wildly.
"Wait really?!" Patton's eyes were the widest they had been that day, and finally the prince felt like they were getting somewhere.
"Yes really! But, in order to do that, you need to choose." Roman smirked and collapsed back on the couch, feeling that his side of the bargain had been portrayed perfectly. Patton drew in a deep breath and did the same.
"Okay. I can do this..." He closed his eyes and tapped at his forehead. "Think, think think, think, think."
Roman manifested a glass of water in his hand and drank daintily. "A winnie the pooh reference! Classic." The moral aspect smiled warmly and went right back to thinking. The prince scrutinized his fellow side's face as he did this, when he noticed a peculiar blush grow on Patton's face as he seemed to accumulate an idea.
"How about...umm...oh wait nevermind..." Roman raised an eyebrow at Patton's pinked expression and set his glass of water down.
"Have you thought of something, Patton dearest?" It seemed Patton's blush only grew at the nickname and Roman's interests were now clearly piqued about what he had in mind.
"Uhh...yeah! But...it might not be something you wanna do so let's just move on! Eheheheh! How about that board game idea you had? We could play Monopoly-" Roman quickly put a finger against Patton's lips to shush him.
"At this point, Patton, this is the most interest you've shown at anything today! So do tell me what this original idea you had of yours was?" Patton tried to swallow his blush and was only mildly successful as the prince transfered over to his couch and sat down next to him. Patton laughed nervously and waved his hand around like it was nothing.
"Awh, don't worry about it. I'll just ask for it for my one request you said you'd fulfill! Eheheh!" Roman knew that Patton laugh all to well and it so happened to be the same laugh Patton would use when he was trying to conceal his feelings. Roman was having none of that.
. "Well there's no harm in telling me now is there?" Roman gave Patton a playful grin and watched as the blush came back to spread across his face. Oh this was going to be fun.
"Well...I...uhm-" Patton fiddled with his thumbs faster.
"It's nothing explicit is it, padre?" Roman just had to jest watching as Patton jumped back in hurried fashion and rush to his own defense.
"What?! Nononononono! Nothing like that! It might be slightly intimate-"
"Intimate you say?" Roman grabbed his water and downed it quickly, moving his face closer to Patton's. "I can do intimate." Patton snorted at the Prince's face and playfully pushed it away.
"Stop it. No no nothing like that! You should know by now I'm all about the heart and not about the bod!" Roman gave him a disbelieving smirk.
"Really now? Because I'm positive I'm not the only one who bears a fancy towards six packs." Patton's blush got a bit redder as it began to rush to the tips of his ears. Roman threw his head in laughter, quite glad of his victory.
"R-roman!!" The prince clapped a hand on his back, sending Patton forward a bit.
"I knew it! So how intimate would you like it? I can take off my shirt." Patton was sure his hips didn't need to move that much if he was just taking off his shirt, nevertheless his blush finally spread down to his neck.
"GAH! No! Keep your shirt on Roman!" Patton reached to the hem of Roman's shirt that was already exposing his belly button and attempted to pull it back down. "Modesty!"
"What modesty Patton? There's no one here but us." Patton yanked it down out of Roman's hands.
"Noo!! Stop!"
"Okay fine fine! How intimate are we talking then?" Roman clasped hands with Patton, pulling him and himself off the couch and to their feet.
"I just wanna cuddle!" Patton shouted. A little more volume than what was necessary since Roman was right in front of him, but the prince understood because of how insecure the moral aspect must have felt saying that. "I've cuddled with Logan and Virgil, but it's been forever since we've cuddled! And I feel like we don't have much interaction so I'm sorry if that's weird to ask, but your famILY too. Don't forget that." Roman gave a warm half smile and wiggled from side to side.
"Aw shucks..." Patton smiled.
"Also, this whole bonding thing is because we both agreed that the Sander's Sides videos have been growing us two apart more than bringing us together and we wanted to change that. That was your idea...wasn't it Roman?" The prince smiled and brought Patton in for a hug.
"Yes. I suppose it was. Well to heck with it. Why don't we cuddle a bit?" Roman kicked off his boots and laid on the couch behind them, motioning for Patton to do the same.
"Just like that? Don't you want like a movie on or something-BLANKET!?" The fanciful side chuckled at Patton's reaction when he summoned a large fuzzy blanket that depicted cats and dogs playing together. He had to hold his squeal in as Patton practically jumped on him and burrowed underneath the blanket.
"Judging by that reaction, I don't think a movie will be necessary." As Patton wiggled under the blanket and got himself situated in the prince's arms, Roman couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm for cuddles. He quickly snaked an arm around Patton's waist, hearing him let out a soft, surprised squeal as he was brought closer to the chest of the larger spoon.
They stayed like that in comfortable silence for a couple minutes, until a low rumbling decided to interrupt their wordless hangout.
"Excuse me?" Roman commented, opening an eye to the moral aspect that was in front of him.
Patton giggled nervously. "Oh that was just my tummy. Ya know...I just ate, so food's settling."
The prince inwardly smirked as an idea began forming in his mind. "Your tummy you say?" He rested his hand around Patton's middle directly on the body part in question. "And it thinks it has the gall to interrupt peace and quiet between me and it's owner?!"
Roman rubbed it gently, causing Patton to squirm a little. The smiles on both aspect's only continued to grow wider. "R-roman? Wh-at?"
"Perhaps it needs to be taught a lesson." Roman grinned devilishly as he began to skitter his fingers lightly along Patton's belly. Patton quickly doubled into light giggles, half-heartedly pushing Roman's attempts at tickling away from his person.
"Wahahait! Rohoman! It's involuhuhuntary!"
Roman clicked his tongue. "Such a big word! Tell me Patton have you been spending more time with Logan than me?! That in itself is a crime! You and your full belly shall be punished equally!" Patton was now giggling into the confines of the blanket, quickly realizing that he had nowhere to escape from Roman's wiggling fingers.
"Ihihihi sahaid I wahahanted to cuhuhuddle!" Patton let out a quick snort when Roman's hand had snaked up under his shirt and squeezed his hip.
"But we are cuddling Patton dearest! Tickling is just one aspect of cuddling! And also, might I add we aren't fighting over what to do as a bonding experience anymore. I believe this is an experience in and of itself. Plus, your laughter is an added bonus!" Roman trapped Patton against his front, now skittering just a bit more rigorously once he noticed Patton trying to escape his clutches.
"Rohohohohohohohoman!!! Nahahaht there!!" His fingers were diligently kneading the skin right under Patton's navel.
"Oh why not here? Are you too ticklish here?" The prince raised an eyebrow at Patton's squeal when one of his pointer fingers slipped into his belly button. "Goodness you are adorable. We should spend time together more often if it means I get to hear your melodious laughter." The giggling continued to spew from Patton's mouth, but turned to high pitched squeals when Roman began nuzzling into his neck.
"Rohohohohomahahahannn!! Stahahahaahppp!!!" Patton turned his body inward towards Roman and beat his chest softly, hoping the prince would take a hint that he had enough.
The prince frowned and slowed his tickles. Though he was sad the intimate moment had passed, there was now no trace of awkwardness between the two sides in the blanket. He had the urge to continue tickling, but refrained in case the moral aspect didn't want it.
Patton must have read his emotions because not a minute later, Patton took one of Roman's hands and rested it on his side. "Just a little lighter? It's not that I mind rougher tickles, it's just...I like to enjoy the intimate touch that comes from my famILY, ya know?"
Roman awwed, and gently tickled Patton's sides up and down. Watching him squeak and squirm as if this was the best experience in the world was really quite therapeutic to the prince. Patton guided his fingers up to his ribs, into his armpits, up to his neck, then back down to his belly, only for the cycle to repeat itself. Once Patton had enough, he gently grabbed Roman's wrists, and the fanciful aspect quickly withdrew.
"Tha-ank you." Patton sheepishly grinned, watching as the realization dawned across Roman's expression.
"Say Patton, this wasn't the intimate thing you were blushing about earlier was it?" The moral aspect fiddled with his wrist.
"Maaaayyybee?" Roman chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to Patton's still pink cheeks.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, Patton. It was adorable, and I much rather enjoyed the activity."
Patton yawned and sleepily eyed the side in his arms. "Wouldja want the activity done back to you then sometime?" It was now Roman's turn to flush.
"O-oh...maybe some other time. For now, cuddles are perfectly fine. I'm not opposed to being on the receiving end sometime soon however." The moral aspect pecked Roman on the cheek and snuggled his face closer to his chest.
"Good. Cuz I'll bet that princely laughter is amazing. I'd love to hear a real laugh from you sometime." The royal aspect gave a nervous laugh.
"Sure! It sounds great." But he was thankful when the moral aspect did no other prodding into his real laugh.
Another couple seconds went by before the silence was broken again, but this time by Patton's voice.
"Thank you for cuddling Roman."
"Hm? Oh of course. It's what you wanted and I am also having fun."
"I mean it when I say this Roman, that even if we didn't cuddle, I would have had just as much fun doing any of the things you suggested earlier." Roman took a second to scratch his head.
"Even over this?" Roman gestured to their cuddling position. "Which you clearly wanted so much?"
"Well yeah! Cuddling is always fun, but I still would have been happy with anything else. Wanna know why?"
"Why then?"
"Because the thing I love most of all..." Patton brought his face a little closer to Roman's. "...is spending time with you." Roman flushed a tremendous amount and the grin on Patton's face told him the moral aspect had gotten the reaction he had wanted from him.
"Alright alright. We're even. You and only you can turn me into this mushy sappy mess that I am now."
"I wouldn't have you any other way." Patton pressed another kiss to his cheek before laying his head back down on Roman's chest. "I'm feeling sleepy. Wanna nap together?"
The blush only continued to spread to Roman's neck. "Might as well, I don't feel like getting up anytime soon."
"Then don't! You're too comfy anyways." Patton nuzzled into Roman's neck before letting out a sigh of satisfaction. "Nighty night Roman."
"It's day, but sure. Goodnight...Patton." Patton was asleep long before Roman was able to, but the prince didn't mind. He used that time to think. To think about how much bonding he truly had been missing with the moral aspect. And he could only think about the experiences they could share together if they continued to bond like this. The thought of it all brought a smile to his face as he finally drifted off to sleep.
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Summary: Patton is babysitting his three younger cousins. The oldest, Logan, says that he is sick and can’t go to school, but Patton can tell that something else is going on.
Content warnings: mention of illness, li'l bit of lying, discussion about bullying and dehumanization, crying, alexythemia, tickling.
Notes: Hello! Anonymous Turtle here again to drop a tiny!Sides angsty/hurt-comfort/fluffy fic! Enjoy! <3
Patton was staying over at his cousins’ house on a Thursday this time. His community college schedule was so much easier to work with for babysitting than his high school schedule had been, and his aunts were grateful for his help, since they were so busy with their business and travels.
Sitting in the living room while Virgil read a book and Roman ran around, rescuing stuffed animals from various precarious situations, Patton hadn’t expected Logan to come out of his room before dinner. He was usually busy with his homework. But Logan had been particularly quiet all day, and he came into the living room looking pale and tired.
“Patton? I don’t feel well,” he stated.
Concerned, Patton held his hand out. “C’mere, kiddo, sit down next to me.” He took the 10-year-old’s hand and felt his forehead. “I don’t think you have a fever, honey. What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”
“Um…my stomach hurts.”
There was something strange in Logan’s voice and Patton narrowed his eyes, trying to identify it. “Show me where, kiddo?”
Logan gestured vaguely at his stomach. He wasn’t meeting Patton’s eyes. “I just…don’t feel well. I don’t think I can go to school tomorrow.”
Patton’s eyebrows shot up. Logan had never told him he didn’t want to go to school. The last time he had been sick, he had tried to convince his moms that the thermometer was malfunctioning and had only accepted that he had to stay home when he had started throwing up. Something was definitely wrong, and it wasn’t a stomachache. Carefully, Patton said, “How about you lay down for a little while and we see how you’re feeling in the morning, okay, Lo? C’mon, I’ll walk with you back to your room and get you a glass of water.” He kept his hand on Logan’s shoulder as they headed down the hallway to Logan’s bedroom.
Curling up on his side, Logan gathered up the corner of his quilt in his hands and held onto it like someone else might hold a stuffed animal, clinging to it for comfort. Patton left him there for a minute to get a glass of water. He returned quickly and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Logan,” he said gently. “You can talk to me, you know that?”
“I told you, I have a stomachache,” Logan muttered.
Patton sighed and started rubbing the kid’s back softly. “Now, I don’t know if that’s the truth, but there’s more to it than that, kiddo. Talk to me, please.”
Logan sniffed and said nothing.
“Why don’t you want to go to school, Lo?” Patton pressed.
“Stomachache,” insisted Logan.
“Lying is wrong, Logan.” Patton kept his voice gentle, but made sure Logan could tell he was serious. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise. I can tell that something big is bothering you, and I don’t like that you’re keeping it a secret. So talk to me. I’m here, kiddo.”
A shudder ran through Logan’s body. “I don’t want to go to school,” he whispered.
“Okay. You’ve gotta tell me why, though, honey, or I can’t do anything about it.”
Logan’s silence told Patton that this was going to be more difficult than he had anticipated.
“Did you get in trouble?” Patton guessed. “A bad grade? Argument with your teacher?”
The kid shook his head at all of them.
“Got a crush and you’re scared to see them?”
“Gross, no,” Logan replied, sounding rather disgusted.
“A falling out with a friend, then? Someone being mean to you?”
That last one didn’t get a head shake. Logan just gripped the quilt harder and curled up a little tighter.
“Logan, someone is being mean to you?” Patton didn’t let any anger sneak into his voice. He continued to rub his little cousin’s back as he added, “Logan, if someone is bullying you, you need to tell me. I can help.”
“They’re calling me a robot,” mumbled Logan. “And they don’t like me because I’m smarter than they are.”
“Oh, Logan…okay. How long has this been going on?” Patton asked.
“Well…” Logan hesitated. “Pretty much always. But this one boy is getting worse. And he started a rumor that I have a computer for a brain and that it isn’t even a good computer because I used a slang word wrong last week so now they say that my computer has a virus and nobody wants to be around me.”
Patton swore inside his head. How dare people be mean to his little cousin? Sure, Logan might be a little strange, but he was smart and kind even when he didn’t understand some social cues. “I’m really sorry they’re doing that to you, Logan. Have you told any teachers that it’s happening?”
“No. I don’t think they’d do anything about it, anyway. They never have for anyone else who came to them about anything,” Logan said.
“Unfortunately, that isn’t unusual. There isn’t much they can do, especially if they don’t see it happening. It might be better to go to the principal–but maybe when your moms come back, okay? In the meantime…” Patton hesitated. He didn’t like the idea of letting Logan stay home when he wasn’t sick, but he also didn’t like the idea of sending him off to school to be bullied. “You can stay home tomorrow. We can email your teacher and ask her to send your classwork here so you don’t get behind.”
“I don’t want to tell my moms.”
“It’s hard, but you gotta, Lo. This isn’t something I can fix with a snap of my fingers. I wish I could.”
“I shouldn’t be so upset about something so stupid.”
“Hey,” Patton scolded. “First of all, it isn’t stupid. Well, the kids who are mean to you are being stupid, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt by it. And second, you’re allowed to be upset. You don’t have to hide your feelings. Even the ones you don’t like are important and they need to be felt. Believe me, kiddo, I’ve spent a long time working on that myself.”
“I know that they’re just…just doing it to get a reaction, or to help their own egos,” Logan said, his voice shaking a little. “But–“
“But that doesn’t make it hurt any less, Logan. I know. I know.”
“The books tell me to ignore it and they’ll stop, but I have ignored it and they don’t stop. And I sometimes wish I was a robot because…because then I wouldn’t feel it.” Logan shivered. He felt tense under Patton’s hand, like he was holding back a sob.
“It seems like it would be easier, Lo. I know. Oh, kiddo. Look at me, honey, can you sit up?” Patton helped Logan sit up, tilting his chin up so he could see the kid’s face. His heart broke as he saw the barely concealed tears in Logan’s eyes. “Take a deep breath, Logan. Can I hug you, kiddo?”
Logan’s lip quivered. He hesitated for a second before falling into Patton’s arms with a quiet sob.
“I’ve gotcha,” Patton murmured. He swayed from side to side, holding the kid tightly and cupping the back of his head. “There, there, Lo, you’re gonna be okay.”
“I don’t want to be crying,” Logan whimpered.
“Shhh, shhh. It’s okay.” Patton ran his fingers through Logan’s short brown hair. “But you gotta get the sad out sometimes. I’ve got you, kiddo.” He removed Logan’s glasses carefully and set them on the bedside table so they didn’t press into the child’s face when he hid against Patton’s chest to cry. “That’s it, I’ve gotcha. Shhh, you’re okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve gotcha, for as long as you need to keep crying. Don’t try to force yourself to stop, that’s not healthy, okay? Just make sure to keep taking deep breaths.”
Logan’s arms were wrapped around Patton’s waist. He sobbed freely, wet splotches beginning to form on Patton’s blue t-shirt. It seemed like he had been holding this in for a while. At one point, Virgil came by and poked his head into the room. Patton gave him a smile and a reassuring thumbs-up, letting him know the situation was under control. Virgil nodded and left.
“Shhh, shhh,” Patton said softly. He moved his hand in wide, gentle circles on Logan’s back underneath his shirt. It seemed to be working to calm him down, and his sobs slowly got quieter and less distressed. “That’s it, you’re alright, sweetie. Deep breaths, you’re gonna be fine.”
“I feel bad,” Logan lamented. “And I don’t understand it.”
“I know, kiddo,” Patton sympathized. Logan had alexithymia, which meant he had a hard time identifying emotions in himself and in other people. “It does feel bad when people are mean to you. But you’re probably relieved to have told someone, and I know it’s hard to believe but you’ll probably feel better after crying. You might not have recognized that you needed to cry, but you definitely did. Probably for a while now.”
“Maybe,” Logan allowed. “I’m not sure.”
“That’s okay,” reassured Patton. “Don’t worry about it if you can’t figure it out. That’s just fine. The hugging helps, though?”
“Yeah. Cause you asked first. I don’t like it when people don’t ask first.” Logan was still squeezing Patton around his torso, as tight as his skinny arms could.
“That, my friend, is completely normal. And you can stay right here for as long as you need.” Patton leaned back against the wall, Logan completely in his lap now. He saw a few more tears slip down Logan’s face, but there were no more heavy sobs.
After a couple minutes, Logan leaned back, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, kiddo. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Patton hurried to the bathroom to grab some tissues and a wet washcloth. He handed the tissues to Logan, who blew his nose with a lot of sniffles. “Okay, tilt your head up, Lo. There you go.” He washed off the kid’s face with the washcloth, leaving the damp towel over his eyes for a minute. “There! No red splotchiness. How are we doing, honey?”
“Better…I think. And you won’t make me go to school tomorrow?” Logan checked.
Patton sighed. “Yeah, Lo, I’m not making you go to school tomorrow. But you do have to do all your classwork that the teacher sends you.”
Logan nodded emphatically. “Of course!”
“Okay, now be honest. Did you really have any stomachache?” Patton asked him, giving him a knowing look.”
Logan at least looked slightly abashed. “No,” he mumbled.
Patton clicked his tongue. “Lo, you should know better than to lie to me!”
“Sorry!”
“I’m not mad, but there’s gonna be consequences.”
“Okay…?”
A smile twitched the corner of Patton’s lips. “Lo, I don’t want to startle you, but I’m gonna grab you now, okay?”
“I–okay?” Logan said, confused.
Patton pounced, grabbing his cousin by the hips and pulling him back into his lap. He began squeezing at Logan’s sides, wiggling his fingers. Logan immediately started to laugh and squirm.
“No! No tickles, Pat!”
“Sorry, but you lied to me!” Patton teased. “Gotta face the consequences, kiddo!”
Logan didn’t have much of a fight response when he was tickled. Instead, he went limp after a couple seconds and let out squeaky, high pitched laughter. “Pa-a-atton!” he yelped. “Noooo, that’s no-o-ot fa-a-air!”
Patton giggled, pinning the kid down very gently to tickle at his tummy. “Hm? Sorry, I can’t understand you, I think you’re laughing too hard!”
“Tha-a-at tickles!” Logan squealed as Patton lifted up his shirt to scratch at his belly-button.
“Good! It’s a perfect punishment for lying to me and it’ll cheer you up,” Patton told him, smiling at the merry laughter coming from his cousin’s mouth. It was a nice change from the sobbing from a few minutes ago. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Lo! Let’s see, how many ribs do you have?”
“H-humans ha-a-ahahah–have twe-e-enty f-ou-our ribs!” Logan laughed. “You do-o-on’t need to cou-ou-ount them, Pa-a-atton, no-oo-o!”
“Twenty-four, huh? Let’s check!” Patton walked his fingers along Logan’s ribs. “One, two, three, four–oh, you’re wiggling too much, I’ve lost count!” The game was usually more effective on younger kids–Roman fell for it every time, but Logan wasn’t protesting too hard and Patton was pretty sure he was happy that he wasn’t feeling sad and upset anymore. “I guess I’ll have to start over. One, two, three–no, stay still!”
“I ca-a-an’t!” giggled Logan. “It’s an involuntary respo-o-onse!”
“Hm, I’ll just have to hold you still then!” Patton tucked his leg over Logan’s to hold them down so he couldn’t kick, then used one hand to pin his wrists up above his head. Logan kept giggling. “Okay, that’s better! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” The higher he climbed with his fingers along Logan’s side, the louder the kid’s laughter became. Patton grinned. “Nine, ten, eleven, twelve! Yep, twelve on that side!” He gave Logan’s armpit a poke, eliciting a squeal. “Now I’ve got to make sure it’s the same number on both sides.”
“I-i-it is, I pro-o-omise!”
“Hmmm, I’m gonna check anyway. After all, you did lie to me earlier.” Patton started at the top on the other side, working his way down. “One, two, three…”
Logan pressed his head back against the mattress, trembling as he laughed.
“You sure did!” Patton patted his belly, giving him a second to breathe before starting to tickle under his arms again. He let go of Logan’s wrists so his arms could fly back down to his sides, trying to protect the ticklish spots but actually ending up trapping Patton’s fingers there. “Oh, dear, whatever shall I do now?” Patton teased, wiggling his index fingers into the sensitive skin. “Does that tickle?”
“Ye-e-es!” Logan protested. “Pat–” His laughter was weakening. “O-o-okay, I ge-eh-ahahaha! I get it! Plea-ea-ease!”
“Please what?” Patton inquired, but he started to slow down.
“Sto-o-op, no mo-o-ore ti-i-ickles!” pleaded Logan.
Patton pulled his hands away. “Had enough?”
Logan nodded, still giggling. He grabbed for Patton’s hands to ensure that he wouldn’t start tickling again. His eyes were bright, and the tears in their corners were from laughter instead of misery. Patton’s heart warmed, though he couldn’t help being angry at the kids from his cousin’s school. How dare they accuse this precious child of being a robot or a computer? He had feelings, whether or not he could identify them! He was just a kid.
“No more,” Logan panted.
“No more,” Patton agreed. “All done, kiddo. Learned your lesson?”
“No lying,” Logan said dutifully.
“That’s right, no lying. And talk to me when something is bothering you!” Patton let Logan sit up. “Want to go back to the living room, make sure Roman hadn’t broken anything yet?”
“Okay–I already finished all my homework!”
“Good for you, kiddo! I’m gonna start making dinner soon. Thinking pasta. How does pasta sound?” suggested Patton.
“That sounds good.” Logan hopped off the bed. “Okay, I’m going to check to make sure Roman hasn’t shattered the vase on the counter.”
“Ooh, yeah, that’s a good idea,” Patton said quickly, and followed Logan into the living room. Thankfully, Roman had not broken anything and was laying on the floor babbling about something to a stuffed dragon. “How ya doing, Ro-ro?”
“Dragon Witch gave up!” Roman proclaimed.
“That’s great, kiddo.” Patton shook his head fondly, ruffled Roman’s hair, and went into the kitchen so he could start dinner.
Cef: Omg! Turtle anon! Back at it again with another amazing piece of fanfiction! Seriously you are so good! Keep writing friendo! Ily!
Okay! I am so sorry!! It’s been like forever since I’ve posted a fic! But even so, I think this one is absolutely horrible. I’ve been working on it for months and I could never get it quite write! (Pff) I’ll probably never write tickle fics for Lamp again, because how does it work? I was having so much trouble! So I’m going to yeet this into the void and hope that you guys might enjoy! I love you all so much and I hope this isn’t bad!
This is based off of two prompts I got for Platonic Lamp back in August of last year...yeah...nine months ago...and I’m just now getting to them. As I said I would get around to it, just...long time after. Ugh! Enjoy! Love you all!
From Boring to Bearable
Ships: LAMP/CALM
Words ~ 1,297 ~
Warnings: Tickling
It was noon inside the mind palace, and for once the day had been uneventful. No crazy random happenings from Roman’s world. No dilemmas or setbacks that Logan had been experiencing with his work. No emotional outbreaks from the emotional aspect, Patton. And certainly no anxiety attacks from the anxious facet himself.
It was almost too peaceful, but they all had silently agreed that the irregularity of the situation was certainly not unwelcome. Even so, Anxiety could not help but feel as though something should happen. Like something was scheduled to happen today, but the event had consciously stopped itself from occurring as to give the sides the rest that they needed.
As much as Virgil was happy about the rest, he was also feeling unsettled because of it. His eyes glanced around the commons as he watched his boyfriends all doing their own things. From Logan working on his laptop atop the couch across from him, to Patton who was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Roman who had conjured himself a silent keyboard and was diligently practicing on the other side of the room; they were all distracted with their own doings.
He frowned lightly and began taking off of his headphones, pausing his music in the process. He arose from the couch watching to see if anyone else noticed his movement. Unfortunately, they didn't. A small grunt that could have been mistaken for a whine escaped his throat as he trudged to his normal spot on the stairs.
He turned towards the two busy bodies before him, either choosing not to pay attention to him or were legit too busy to notice. He pouted slightly about to get their attention when Patton emerged from the kitchen carrying a towel and a plate, that he gently set down on the table. His attention turned to his boyfriend on the stairs as he cocked his head slightly in confusion.
A silent conversation was exchanged between them ending with mischievous grins plastered on both faces. It was then Virgil who started the event of the day.
“TICKLE FIGHT!” He shouted against the silence of the mindscape! It was Patton that moved first. He rushed towards the laptop adorned logical aspect, the shout from Virgil jolting him out of his work trance.
Logan couldn’t react before the computer was stripped from his hands and placed on the desk. “Hey-Eep!!” The hands now squeezing his sides cut off his protests, turning them into silent giggles complete with a small squeak at the beginning.
Virgil grinned and rushed at Roman who had only just turned off the silent keyboard and removed his own pair of headphones to check to see if everyone was alright. His eyes passed over the sight of a giggling Logan underneath Patton just before his gaze whipped to see a flying Virgil knocking him off of his piano stool and onto the floor with a sound oof.
“Ahh!” He shouted immediately grabbing Anxiety’s wrists, stopping their pathway to his armpits. Roman bit his lip, fighting off his boyfriend who had a rare playful glint shining in his eyes. The royal analyzed the situation around him before finally understanding what it was that Virgil wanted. He smirked still struggling against Virgil’s advancement above him. “Ohoho! Virgil wanting attention...I see.”
Virgil kept up fighting against Roman’s hands to slip his own into his target, but ultimately failing each time. “Don’t act like it’s not what you want every second of everyday, Princey!” He growled playfully. The royal only laughed and quickly flipped their positions, Virgil’s back hitting softly against the floor. “Oof!”
“Virgey want some attention?” Roman cooed and wiggled his fingers above his sides, a nervous smile spreading slowly across the anxious aspect’s face. “Hey Patton! I think Virge wants some attention.”
The moral aspect turned his body towards the pair and relieved a giggling Logan’s sides from his squeezing motions. “Oh he does, does he?” As Logan slinked against the couch his chuckles dying out, Patton teasingly strolled up to Virgil and knelt beside him, exchanging mischievous glances with Roman.
“N-no!” Virgil instantly brought up his hands to protect his person only to find them restrained to the floor, one by each aspect.
“Oh I think he does! He wants all the attention! I’ll get his ribs!” Patton’s menacing giggles only further irked Anxiety’s smile, as he began lifting his shirt slowly.
“Ohoho! His armpits and sides are mine then!” Roman lightly dusted his fingers over his targets of interest causing a small squeak to emit.
“Oh Virgil! That was adorable.” Patton pointed out and instantly scuttled his fingers over Virgil’s ribs. As soon as the grazes scraped each of his rib bones, Virgil began giggling.
“Nonononononononohohohohohoho!!!” The darker aspect wiggled all around trying to get away from their ticklish touches, unfortunately Roman and Patton held him down fast. Soon those giggles gave way into belly laughter, both advancing aspects upping their intensity and speed.
Virgil was wiggling all over the place, save for his arms that were strapped down to the floor. “Tickle tickle Virgey-poo!” Roman teased as he changed tactics and began swirling his fingers in the darker facet’s armpits, almost causing him to squeak with laughter. Virgil shut his eyes tight trying to fight the urge to allow his reflexes to take over. Soon, the touches let up and he was allowed a moment to rest, but it didn’t last for long.
“Coming to join us Logan?”
“Yes. It seems Virgil requires titillation and stimulation, but perhaps not to the extent you two were taking it.” Virgil opened his eyes now looking up at Logan who was kneeling down next to his side. He felt his arms shift as Patton and Roman moved to accommodate the new form. “Don’t tickle so hard. I believe Virgil just wants a small amount of stimulation. Observe.”
Logan took the liberty to gently peel the darker facet’s shirt back and run his fingers over his tummy, lightly and teasingly. Virgil broke out into tiny giggles again, gently squirming at the relaxing feeling on his bare belly. “Is this what you wanted Virgil?”
Not wanting his words to come out jumbled, all the darker aspect could do was nod, causing a tiny smirk to worm it’s way onto the logical aspect’s face. Matching smirks soon creeped onto Patton and Roman’s face and one-by-one their hands re-joined the fray.
And this continued for the next five minutes. Virgil would blush, giggle, snort and do his best not to shrug the comforting but tickling hands off of him. Each hand jumping from tickle spot to tickle spot.
“Alright I think he’s had enough.” Patton finally said as he retracted his hands and scratched his head thoughtfully. The other two followed suite as they let the giggling Virgil regain his lost strength and breath. Once he did, he got off the floor, stretched, and leaned into the prince who happily held him close, cooing at how adorable their boyfriend was being.
The bespectacled pair watched on with fondness as Roman carried Virgil to the couch, cuddling him once he had sat down. Patton was about to join them, when a statement from Logan stopped him wide-eyed in his tracks.
“Alright then. I believe it’s high time I got my own revenge.” Logan turned to Patton with the same glint of mischievousness Patton had given him at the beginning of his endeavor. And Patton hadn’t even started running when he was quickly caught by the logical aspect and tickled the same as he had been.
Roman could only shake his head and press a small kiss to Virgil’s head as they watched the tickle session in front of them. It was then Virgil decided that the day had turned from boring to bearable.
Hey everyone! Just a couple days ago I finally hit 300 followers! :0 I’m shocked! So finally...FINALLY! I’m going to start on the Jar of Doom part 3! It’s been almost 12 months. No longer. The Jar of Doom will Part 3 will be written soon! Until then, take this tickle fic I’ve been working on for about a month now.
A Fabrication of the Truth
Ships: Logince (Platonic or Romantic)
Words ~ 1,297 ~
Warnings: Tickling
Mornings were the only times Roman seemed to have any peace and quiet in the mindscape. Even then, Logan would be out of his room a half an hour later after Roman took his first step into the Commons for the day. Normally when he passed by the logical aspect’s room he would hear the buzz of Logan’s razor, the shuffling of papers, or his angry mumbling to himself. Today, oddly enough, however, Roman didn’t hear any of that and the disappearance of the normality stopped Roman in his tracks.
The fanciful aspect turned towards the door to Logan’s room, listening carefully before announcing his presence. “Logan? Are you...alright?”
“Hm? Oh yes. I’m quite fine Roman. I will be out of my room a little later than normal today.” Roman quirked an eyebrow in his hair. Logan was never one to break tradition or habit without a legitimate reason. And with this response, Roman wasn’t given one.
“Really?” Princey questioned, sarcasm present in his voice. “And why is that?” He leaned his ear to the door hoping to hear something else. All he heard was the faint sound of a turning page.
“No reason. I’ll meet you in kitchen later Roman.” Said aspect outside the door wasn’t buying it.
“No reason? Is that the best excuse the qwerty professor could come up with? You know I don’t buy that.”
“Roman, please-”
“If you can't come up with a valid excuse, I'm going to come in there and expose whatever it is you are trying to hide from me! 3!”
“Roman please no I’m-”
“2!”
“Roman I swear I'm not doing anything you don’t need to-”
1!”
“Please leave me alone!”
“I'm coming in!” Roman burst into the door closing it behind to see a sight he’d never thought he’d see with his own two eyes. Logan, in all of his glory was sitting on his bed, red in the face, looking straight at Roman, dressed in only his Unicorn onesie and necktie. Logan grumbled as Roman clasped his hands over his mouth taking in the hilarious sight.
“Oh...my...stars! You have a onesie!” Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance and set his book down, seeing as his focus was going to be broken for the rest of the morning.
“Yes. Now if you’d kindly leave me alone-” But before Logan could make or even ask Roman to leave, the fanciful aspect was already walking up to him.
“And a unicorn onesie nonetheless! Is it soft?” Roman reached a hand to stroke Logan’s shoulder only to have it batted away.
“Yes Roman. Go-”
“I had no idea you enjoyed fantasy as well! You could have chosen any realistic animal, but here you are! In a unicorn onesie!” He continued trying to pet the soft onesie’s fabric only to have his hand batted away, until Logan finally gave up on detouring the stubborn prince from his mission.
“Roman! Stop! Please! Oh confound it. If it will make you stop bugging me then you can pet me.” A gleaming, victorious smile grew on Roman’s face as his hand touched the fabric of Logan’s shoulders and arms. At first the logical aspect was confused by the physical touch, but soon found it comforting. Noticing this, Roman didn’t stop.
“Its so fluffy I’m going to die!” He continued stroking the soft fur down Logan’s chest and up around his shoulders.
“Impossible. One cannot die from ‘fluffiness' alone.” Logan huffed irritatedly, slightly squirming as Roman’s fingers trailed close to his sides.
“It's an expression Adamant Apple…” Roman’s voice died out as he noticed Logan’s subtle shifts in his body. He looked at the position of his hands in regards to where they were on Logan’s body. It was only then that it dawned on him. He delivered a sharp poke to what looked like the top of Logan’s ribs. The onesied side jumped immediately.
“Roman.” Logan breathed out warningly, but the fanciful aspect already had the biggest grin across his face and Logan knew what he was in for the moment the prince chuckled darkly.
“What’s this? You’re soft and ticklish?! My, and here I was thinking the great logical aspect could not be phazed by anything!!” Logan tried to escape, but Roman held him fast in his grasp as he stood up, dragging Logan off the bed with him to their feet.
“Roman!” Logan yelled out in a desperate attempt.
“Oh. Just take it like the strong professor you are Logan. You know how this prince stops at nothing to get what he wants! And what I want you to do...is laugh!!!” Logan squirmed in Roman’s strength, already mentally preparing himself for not letting prince have any satisfaction in seeing him break.
And it began all too soon. The prince scuttled his fingers over the top of Logan’s ribs, finding the spaces between the bones through the lush fabric. Logan bit his lip, occasionally letting out a small grunt whenever Roman hit a particularly ticklish spot. The prince lavished in the fact they he was driving Logan mad, or that he will once he found his ‘death spot’.
“Ro-Roman!!”
“Yes nerd? What is it?”
“S-stop it!” Roman chuckled darkly, now tickling down his ribs to Logan’s sides.
“Stop what?” Logan thrashed a bit harder to get out of Roman’s grasp, but was held fast by the stronger side.
“You know w-what!” Logan’s voice fluctuated as the ticklish sensations reached a more sensitive spot.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” Logan could hear the amusement dripping from Roman’s voice. The logical aspect could only growl in protest.
“Roma-an!” Logan yelled, his voice going slightly higher pitched as Roman began to tweak his sides.
“You’ve called my name like twice now, is something bothering you?”
“OH for goodness sahahahahahahahakes!!!” All Roman had to do to get Logan to burst out laughing was to claw at his hips. And sense neither his belt nor his jeans were in the way, Logic’s sensitivity was maximized.
“Your laughter is wonderous Logan! And for someone as serious as you, it’s quite astounding that your laugh is even more contagious than Patton’s!”
Logan continued laughing, unable to answer and beating at Roman’s chest to make him stop. It was only until Logan began crying tears of laughter did Roman finally decide he’d had enough. Roman’s fingers had initially trailed to Logan’s stomach, finding the belly fur of the Unicorn onesie to be super soft, but it seemed as if Logan couldn’t handle having his sides and tummy tickled at the same time.
Roman ceased most of his movements, only leaving a single finger circling around Logan’s navel through the onesie as he released his hold on the logical aspect. Logan quickly batted Roman’s hand away as soon as he was free and jumped away, putting a good three yards distance between himself and the prince. He panted, tiny giggles still escaping his mouth from the onslaught.
“Are...you...quite finished?” Logan bent over, trying to regain his stamina and lost dignity. Roman only grinned.
“For now, my steed.”
“I am not your steed and neither am I a horse.”
“That’s right! You’re a unicorn!” Roman smiled now, finding the irritation on Logan’s face even more amusing than his laughter.
“Because of this, you are making dinner.” Logan took a chance at stomping up to his fellow side, pointing a finger accusingly at his chest, then making his way out of the room, still dressed in his unicorn onesie.
“Fine by me.” The prince mumbled out of Logan’s ear shot. Roman could only laugh as he heard Patton’s ‘awwing’ and Virgil’s jesting as Logan’s defensive shouts filled the mindscape when he had undoubtedly walked into the kitchen. Oh it truly was a great start to an almost perfect day.
Summary: Logan learns his laugh isn’t as bad as he thought thanks to
A/n: second fic and this is sorta a vent because I hate my laugh (feel free to edit this Cef, thanks)
Words ~ 911 ~
Ships: None
Editor: Turtler
It was 1:30pm. Logan sat in his room, Roman was in the imagination, Patton was probably making lunch, Virgil probably was on Tumblr or MySpace. Logan was laying in his bed, writing in his notepad as his thoughts were screaming at him. In a recent video, he had let himself laugh and be weird and now he had regrets.
His thoughts got pretty bad. He wanted to tell someone! But they probably would just laugh in his face and tell him to be quiet.
So he sat as the thoughts screamed at him.
Your laugh sounds horrible, ugly, weird!
Logic is emotionless. You showed emotion, you failed!
Laughing and happiness is not a good look at you. Your laugh is weird and ugly, just fake it if you have to!
Happiness? Logic is emotionless, it’s more efficient, you showed emotion they will never take you seriously!
You failed, you failed Patton, you failed Virgil, you failed Roman, you failed Thomas! You failed as logic: the emotionless efficient working robot!
Tears slowly fell down Logan’s face. He shouldn't let this happen to him but, he was too weak to stop it.
It was illogical to allow this but he did. He already failed...
‘KNOCK KNOCK’
“Come in” Logan said wincing as his voice broke. Then the door opened to Patton and Virgil. Oh god he was crying! He could not let them see him like this! He pulled his notepad higher to hide his face as he pretended to write
“Logan kiddo, what’s wrong? I can feel the bad emotion coming from your room,” Patton said concernedly.
“Logan bud, your anxiety is pretty bad, what’s wrong? You can tell us, we won’t laugh,” Virgil said with concern too.
“I’m fine, you two,” Logan said unconvincingly.
Patton looked at Virgil and Virgil nodded “Falsehood” they both said at the same time. He looked up, and they both saw enough to know the truth. Logan’s eyes were red and puffy. He wasn’t okay.
“Fine...I was having a bad day…? But I’m fine now,” he said, still not convincing Patton or Virgil.
Virgil sat beside Logan and looked him in the eye. “Bad thoughts? On the new video?” he said. Logan was always confused at how Virgil read him so easily. It was black magic or something!
Patton sat on the other side and then his face look like he had realized what was wrong, and he had. It was like some parent magic or something!
“Logan are you having bad thoughts like Virgil said about the new video because you let loose, because you were yourself? Wait...Aha! Because you showed emotion and laughed!” Patton said and Logan nodded.
“How?...” Logan asked the two.
“How what kiddo?” Patton asked as Virgil looked at him, confused
“How do you read me so easily?” Logan said.
“Magic” they said in unison
Logan looked down as the thoughts screamed still, and then he feel two pairs of arms around him. Patton and Virgil were hugging him. He hugged back.
Then Patton rubbed his side to comfort him, Virgil and Patton did not expect his reaction
A squeal and a giggle and a red faced Logan. Virgil thought Logan could not get anymore perfect.
Patton thought it was too CUTE!
So he continued to rub Logan’s side as he started poking too. Virgil joined Patton as they both poked and prodded at his sides
“GuuuUUUuyssss DOnt, itttt tickleeeeessss!” Logan squeaked and giggled out. Patton and Virgil’s hearts exploded with how adorable Logan was especially when tickled!
“C’mon Logan, we love your laugh! It sounds beautiful,” Virgil whispered in his ear, and Logan blushed at the compliment. He wouldn’t admit it, but it helped a lot.
“Awwww Lo! You seem so happy! It’s nice to see you smile that beautiful smile!” Patton whispered in his other ear making his blush crawl to his neck and reach his ears.
That's when they switched tactics, Virgil went to Logan’s underarms and started swirling his fingers, making Logan laugh loudly
Then Patton started tickling Logan’s belly and navel. He started scratching his nails across it, and Logan was in tickling heaven!
The two Lers smiled at the state they put Logan in. It was amazing! He was laughing beautifully and smiling brightly with a perfect crimson blush! He was carefree, something no one really saw on Logan, but that would change!
That’s when Logan made a noise no one had heard before from him. He snorted! It was cute and amazing and he turned red, very red.
“Awww Lo! That was sooooo cute!” Patton squealed as he fangirled about the embarrassing noise.
“Logan bud, that was undeniably adorable,” Virgil said, and Logan remember when he had said that about Virgil.
Logan was lost in laughter. The two Lers finally stopped and he sat and breathed.
“Now Logan, if you are ever not okay, you can tell us, okay? We'll help you through this, we promise,” Patton said as he handed Logan a water bottle.
“Logan, you don’t have to be Mr. Emotionless Robot. You're not just logic, you are Logan Sanders. You are allowed to feel, and if anyone says different, they don’t matter!” Virgil said
“And remember you can laugh! Your laugh is beautiful and it’s like music to my ears kiddo! Never think it’s not,” Patton said.
“Thank you guys, really,” Logan said. He looked at them and smiled, and he knew he could overcome this. One step at a time.
Cef: Aaaaaaaahhh!? Another one! This is so cute! Thank you for submitting this! So adorable!
