Pre-Accepting Anxiety Virgil walks in to the common room to see the Light Sides having a tickle fight, cue big Lee MoodTM. So now he's awkwardly trying to keep up his bad guy persona while desperately trying to figure out how to tell them that he NEEDS to be WRECKED!
Virgil had happened to walk into the commons over five minutes ago. It had been a mistake. Patton was on the floor, squealing happily as Roman squeezed his belly. Logan was trying to go after Roman’s thighs while Patton had one hand holding his ankle and the other hand scribbling away.
Patton was digging his fingers into Roman’s armpit, and Roman was yelling for help and grabbing for Logan, whose help was in the form of tickling Patton’s knees.
Roman had Logan’s feet in a headlock, but Logan was leaned forward and tickling his sides. Patton was scribbling on Logan’s feet, teasing him and Roman at the same time.
The scene changed and morphed every few seconds, and Virgil couldn’t help but feel the phantom sensations all over his body, working him up into a truly massive lee mood. He didn’t care if it was all three of them against him. No, he did care. He wanted all three of them. He wanted to writhe on the floor like Roman was now doing, but for much longer. He wanted to shriek as loud or louder than Logan did when someone touched his toes. He wanted to cackle and squeak and squeal as happily as Patton was. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted.
And then Roman spotted him. “Oh. How long hahave you been here?”
Virgil shrugged, slouching against the wall. “Not long. What are you doing?” He asked, wrinkling his nose as if it was weird.
“We’re having a tickle fight!” Patton said happily. “Wanna join?”
“Yes,” slipped out of his mouth before he could come up with the right response.
Patton clapped happily, beckoning him over. Roman and Logan looked less certain, but still willing.
“Have you ever been tickled before?” Patton asked.
“No. It doesn’t look like something that would be my thing,” Virgil lied.
“Oh, well you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
Virgil felt his cheeks warm up, and was incredibly glad that he was wearing such heavy foundation. He had to come up with some way to save this without entirely ruining his reputation. “Well, you guys seem to like it, and I li—am trying to get along with you some, so…”
“No, really, kiddo, some people don’t like it, and it’s perfectly fine if you’re one of those people.”
Virgil didn’t know what to say for a long second. He couldn’t just come out and say that he’d lied and he’d do anything if they’d just wreck him, preferably thoroughly and right away! “Well, I haven’t tried yet, so I might as well give it a shot.”
“Why don’t you try tickling one of us first?” Roman suggested.
Virgil hated the idea. Well, not hated, but it was pretty much the opposite of what he wanted. The whole time he’d just be thinking about how much he wanted to be tickled, and his Lee mood would just get worse, and then he’d be awful at actually tickling, and—
He shrugged. “Yeah, I can try. Are you offering, Princey?”
“Yeah, sure, go for it.”
Virgil was hit again with a wave of wishing he could be Roman right now, casually asking for tickles without giving up any of his dignity. He reached for his ribs, scribbling up towards his armpits.
Roman burst into giggles, squirming, but not trying to hold Virgil back until he got too close to his underarms. It was actually a bit fun, and Virgil suspected he might have even enjoyed himself if he weren’t so utterly far gone in a lee mood.
“What do you think?” Logan asked.
Virgil shrugged. “It’s alright.”
Patton nodded. “Ok. I can try tickling you if you want. I’ll be really light and careful, and as soon as you say so I’ll stop, ok?”
Virgil nodded, trying not to seem as eager as he felt.
Patton really did start light, the gentlest scribbling at Virgil’s sides that he could barely feel through his jacket. It still made him giggle and squirm, and only made him want it more and more, until it was nearly a need.
Patton pulled his hands away, and a desperate whine tore out of Virgil’s throat before he could stop it.
“What’s the matter?” Patton asked, very concerned.
Logan of course, having been silently watching the whole time, moved forward with a light in his eyes that showed he knew. “I believe the problem might be the jacket. Would object to unzipping it? It would not need to be fully removed.”
Virgil immediately unzipped his jacket, baring his stomach and sides to Logan’s fingers, with only the thin t-shirt material for protection. Logan scribbled a bit faster than Patton had, and Virgil let out a happy squeal, falling back to lay on the ground and squirm happily as Logan’s fingers kneaded his belly.
“I have reason to believe that Anxiety has been lying to us,” Logan said calmly. “I believe that he not only is aware of tickling, but is in fact in what has been termed a ‘mega lee mood’.”
“Awww, kiddo, you just had to ask!” Patton cooed, adding his hand to Logan’s.
Virgil’s laughing got louder and happier, and he tried to control his squirming to only squirm towards the fingers.
“So dark and gloomy really likes being tickled, huh?” Roman said, tweaking his knee.
Virgil finally let himself nod, laughing too much to try and speak.
Suddenly all of them stopped, and the whine came out again, even louder and far more embarrassing this time. Virgil flushed, his whole face and ears getting hot.
“Alright, kiddo, we’ll give you all the tickles you could want,” Patton said, and Virgil’s eyes grew wide and hopeful. “As long as you tell us first how much you really want.”
Virgil covered his face with his hands and whined, shaking his head.
“You don’t want any more?” Roman teased.
“I do!” Virgil said desperately.
“How many?” Logan asked.
Virgil dropped his hands, but he didn’t look at any of them. “A lot. A whole lot. I don’t know exactly. Can’t I just pick a safeword and you go until then?”
“Ooh, glutton for punishment here wants to go until safeword,” Roman said. “So what’ll it be?”
Patton was mumbling things behind his hands, and even without hearing clearly, Virgil knew he was saying how ticklish Virgil was and picking out spots to go after. He was going to be the absolute best Ler, and Virgil hoped he got tickled absolutely speechless.
“Sanders.”
Patton let out a happy squeal and dug into his belly immediately, making Virgil jolt and burst into loud laughter.
Logan gently pulled his hands up over his head and sat on them, teasing a feather he’d gotten from somewhere around his ears and neck.
Roman moved down to pull his shoes off, and went back and forth between his feet and knees.
Virgil was drifting into euphoria, and he hoped it never, ever stopped.
JHGSFVHKJSGKDLGDGKDJG OH MY GODS THAT’S SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUTE–
((also that is one of the most flustering things in the WORLD to read ahhhhhhh——))
