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‘Sometimes’ Cute

Hey everyone! First time writing for Deceit and Dr. Picani both! Now I don’t really do Sympathetic!Deceit when it comes to in the same universe, but I’ve found I ship Deceit and Dr. Picani together so hard in many human AUs. I probably won’t write Deceit/side tickle fics just because it feels wrong and I don’t ship the slimey boi with any of the sides. But with Dr. Picani I think it’s fine, I believe they balance each other out in the way that I can see. Because this is a human AU expect them both to be ooc here. Also this is a tickle fic though, so I’ll put appropriate warnings! <3 u all!

(This is an illusionist AU, where Damien (Deceit) is a magician/illusionist for his job.)

‘Sometimes’ Cute

Ships: Decani/Piceit (Dr. Picani x Deceit)

Words ~ 1,319 ~

Warning: Mentions of storms, little angst at the beginning, but fluffy the rest of the way. Tickling, but again duh.

The wide open door held the first implications that something was terribly wrong. Damien saw it as he passed through the living room towards the entrance hallway where right in front of him lay his boyfriend, Emile, on the carpet and panting heavily. The door as stated earlier was wide open, letting some of the rain and wind into the house, the spray finding it’s way onto Emile’s shivering body.

It only took a second before Damien quickly scooped the therapist up in his arms and fought against the roaring wind to slam the door shut. He could feel just how little strength the figure had in his form. Judging by it all, the therapist must have walked in the treacherous weather outside. It seems as if the so called ‘ghost’ haunting the car enough to malfunction the security system had locked him out again.

Even if that had indeed been the reason, Damien was not thinking about it, because the illusionist quickly had his boyfriend on the couch with a cup of tea and a warm blanket in less than a minute. After he had stripped him of his wet clothes and brought him some warmer pjs to change into of course. Through it all, Emile could barely breathe and was shaking quite violently, the involuntary jerks only seeming to subside after he had finished his first cup of tea.

He brought his unoccupied hand up to Damien’s, who was currently drying his drenched hair with a towel. The illusionist only stopped a second to return the favor and add an additional affirmation of his thumb across his boyfriends knuckles. It was then some words were exchanged.

“It happened again.”

“The car?” Damien could feel Emile Picani nod once, after taking the second sip of his second cup of tea. The color began to return to his cheeks.

“It does this to me all the time. I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.” Damien, continued to dry off Emile’s hair. Once finished he placed the towel down the laundry shoot and moved to sit next to his boyfriend. He already looked so much better than he had a minute ago.

“What this all comes down to is, we need to get you a new car.” Picani quickly snapped his head in the direction of him.

“A new car?! But that means I’ll have to part with Herby! My cute little love bug. I just can’t do that! I’ve had him since I graduated highschool!” Damien raised an eyebrow.

“You are twenty-eight Emile. And that was 10 years ago that we graduated. I say it’s high time that you do get a new car. Regardless if you’ve had the car for a period of time. And besides I thought I was your cute little love bug.” Picani gave a shaky smile that gradually grew into the cute little giggle that Damien had always adored.

“You are...sometimes-”

“Sometimes? Why only sometimes?”

“Well the other times you’re either sweaty from your work, or forgot to wash off your excessive make up after a performance and it just runs down your face....also from getting sweaty at work.” Damien gave something close to a whine.

“You just came in the door...wet...from work. And I thought you were cute! You should return the favor!” Picani laughed a little louder this time.

“I didn’t say I didn’t!”

“You just told me I was cute, but only sometimes!”

“Well yeah! I’m sure I’m not cute when I come home grumpy from a horrible session with one of my clients.” Damien quickly used a finger to the chin to turn Emile’s gaze back to him.

“Au contraire, I find your little pouty face to be quite adorable.”

“No you don’t.” Damien began to nuzzle his face into the disbelieving therapist’s neck, earning a couple adorable giggles.

“Yes I do.” Emile half-heartedly pushed against the sensitive but pleasing touch, but his lover persisted.

“Noooooo you don’t.” He emitted a gasp when a hand snaked itself up against his ribs, and when Damien’s whispers entered his ear.

“That’s not for you to decide, dear.” The hand quickly began tickling up and down his rib, earning immediate laughter from the therapist. It teased in between the rib spaces, and carefully plucked up and down his side, occasionally swirling a finger in the ticklee’s exposed armpit.

“Nohohoho stoooooohohohopp!!” He didn’t stop. In fact, he just tickled more. Clawing his way down to his boyfriend’s sensitive belly. He snaked his second hand around the other side so it could join the fray at squeezing the adorable muffin top just above Emile’s belt.

“Thihihihis ihihiss Uhuhihhuhuhunfairrr!!” Emile could feel Damien smirk into his neck, pressing a couple tiny kisses to the ticklish area there.

“Unfair? Well perhaps the issue with the car was unfair to you. Quite frankly, I’m just happy to have you home in one piece.” All attempts to escape from Damien’s clutches were fruitless for Picani, because it wasn’t long until he felt Damien’s hands carefully crawl their way under his shirt. Picani’s laughter quickly raised in laughter and volume.

There the devilish hands skittered across his tummy, but quickly stopped when Damien appeared to be searching for something. “Hmmm...where are my gloves?” Picani’s eyes widened through the subsiding giggles.

“Your...gloves?” Just then Damien spotted them from across the room sitting on the tv tray. Unfortunately, Damien could not grab them without releasing his hold on Picani and after a quick eyebrow wiggle, both boyfriends quickly ran. Picani away from whatever plan Damien had in mind, and Damien towards the gloves resting with the rest of his illusionist equipment.

Once he had grabbed his gloves, he quickly chased after his boyfriend, trying to put them on in the process. It was perfect timing, because just as Damien had found a way to put his gloves on while running, he had caught up to his still tired boyfriend and quickly encompassed him in a hug from behind.

“AAAAHhhh!! Nooo!!!” Damien picked up the beanpole and carried him back to the couch, despite the therapist’s half-hearted requests not to.

“Yeeeesss!” The illusionist drug his boyfriend onto the couch gently and laid down with him on top of him. The both could feel their cheeks heating up from the position, but the moment quickly subsided when Picani felt the velvet of the gloves brush their way back under his shirt and stroke even lighter on his ticklish tummy.

Picani about howled with laughter, thrashing just a little more, as the feel of the torturous gloves squeezed at his sides and his belly. His laughter became silent when the traitorous pinky he was afraid of, quietly entered his belly button and wiggled delightfully fast. The second hand only added to his torture and squeezed at his hips until tears were practically streaming out of Emile’s eyes. Only then did Damien slow his movements.

He gently rubbed the tickles away until it was one slow stroking glove, rubbing the other’s arms, torso, and stomach in what would be described as attempts to comfort and relax.

Finally, Damien broke the silence. “I didn’t tire you out too much did I?” Picani smiled lightly through the last of his subsiding giggles.

“Maybe just a little, but I’m a content tired now.” Damien pressed another kiss to his boyfriend’s neck.

“Hmmm...how ‘content’ tired, dear?” He watched Emile smile from the position they laid on the couch together.

“Content enough to fall asleep.”

“Not content enough to fall asleep before some cuddles though...right?” Damien grimaced hopefully, but it quickly dissolved into a kiss from therapist himself as he turned to face his ‘sometimes’ cute boyfriend.

“Nope. Never.” With a small squeal of delight, the illusionist quickly wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled him ever closer. And with Picani doing practically the same thing, the two cuddled the night away, until they finally fell asleep in each others arms.

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A Heart to Heart with His Heart

Take this one shot between Thomas and Patton. I hope you enjoy.

Ships: None

Words ~ 996 ~

Warnings: Crying, Hurt/Comfort

It was an accident. Something that shouldn’t have happened, but it did and Thomas didn’t really know what to do with himself now because of it. The best option he had was sitting on his bed arguing with himself, and replaying the scenario over and over again looking for a better result, but none came to him. He could practically feel Virgil and Roman at each other’s throats as Logan kept replaying the video of the toddler dropping his ice cream on the ground when Thomas had accidently distracted him.

None of the sides were happy, but Thomas didn’t think any were as affected as his heart. Sure it was just some dumb ice cream, but it meant the world to that toddler and it seemed only Patton truly understood that. Thomas closed his eyes. He could see them all now, but focused morely on his heart as he saw with each replay of the memory that Patton was getting closer and closer to bursting into tears. And even just watching him caused Thomas’s insides to wrench.

Thomas furrowed his brow as he metaphorically reached out to his moral side. He saw Patton’s head perk up and glance in the general direction of Thomas’s summon with small glistening tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Thomas?” The human heard him ask shakily.

Thomas smiled with strain apparent on his face, feeling the same pain as his own heart. “Hey buddy. Would you mind coming up here with me for a little while? I don’t think it’s good for either of us if you stay in the moment for now.” Patton nodded silently and appeared sitting next to Thomas on his bed not a moment later.

“H-hiya.” Patton tried to fake a smile, but Thomas knew he wasn’t happy.

“Hey, hey. None of that Patton.” Thomas scooted a little closer and put a comforting arm around him. “You need to be sad sometimes. I know it’s hard and I know we stereotype you as the optimistic one of the group, but...it’s ok to cry about things like this. I understand because...it upsets me as much as it upsets you.” Patton could only lean against the human and bury his face into his neck. Thomas could feel the warm wetness of the tears as they rolled silently down his neck and chest.

Without further prompting, Thomas brought his heart in close, holding him in attempts to soothe the sadness that they were both feeling. While rubbing his back, he felt Patton sob silently, his shoulders shaking with each breath he took in between cries. Thomas couldn’t remember the last time that he held Patton like this and he truly was a trooper for going so long without proper reassurance. Thomas could only hope that the other sides were kind enough to give him the proper amount of hugs and cuddles when he needed it.

After about five minutes of this scene, he finally felt the pain had reached a stalemate within him. Patton’s tears gradually ceased flowing and along with it Thomas felt his sorrow subside into a dull ache. He continued holding the heart in his arms though, keeping tabs on the other sides as their argument also began to tone down as well. When finally Roman and Virgil agreed to stop arguing about the matter because Logan had stated it was in the past, then Patton began to shift away from Thomas’s grasp.

“Thanks...kiddo.” Thomas smiled warmly as he let Patton distance himself from the hug, drying his eyes and wiping his glasses. “I...I’m sorry Thomas...I dont know why that affected me so much.” Patton quickly conjured a tissue box and blew his nose, sighing comfortably as Thomas put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You have nothing to apologize for Patton. In the words of Virgil, No matter how your feeling for however long is completely normal. Not weird, not strange, not stupid, Regardless what the situation is.” Thomas squeezed his hearts shoulder, and a small smile returned to Morality’s face, causing Thomas’s heart to feel just a little bit lighter. “You doing alright?”

“Yeah. I’ll be okay soon. There’s a thing Logan told me awhile ago that’s stuck with me since. With each second that ticks by, is a second that moves you from your mistakes and towards future choices that will inevitably make you a better person in the long run.” Thomas chuckled.

“That definitely sounds like something that Logan would say.” Patton turned and smiled at him just a little bit more, the tear stains almost gone and replaced with the rosy-red that normally colored his cheeks.

Patton’s giggle returned and he quickly enveloped Thomas in his normal dad hug.

“Woah! Alright. Love you too buddy.” Thomas awkwardly patted him on the back, Feeling Patton’s hold tighten a little harder.

“I hope you know, I’d never wanna trouble you in anyway. I just...wish I didn’t get hung up on silly things like that.”

“Hey...As I said, it’s ok. I’m...actually glad you did. It…” Thomas paused as he gathered his words. “It’s proof that I...we...aren’t…”

“Heartless?” Patton finished for him, pulling away and looking at him straight in the eyes with a sudden sternness. “Not on my watch, Thomas. I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon!” Thomas could practically hear Logan scolding Patton for his improper vocabulary. The two quickly shared a laugh, feeling the same way about the situation. Patton quickly brought them back on track. “I’m serious, Thomas. I’d never leave you. I love you too much to let myself abandon you like that.”

It was Thomas’s turn to smile. “I hope you know how much that truly means to me Patton.”

The moral side gently grabbed Thomas’s shoulders and bonked foreheads with him fondly. “I do Thomas. I promise...I do.”

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Cefstickles - Masterpost

Prinxiety:

Jar of Doom Part 2: Blinded by Sweetness - Read Jar of Doom first

Gauze and Effect - Virgil is being stubborn about getting his foot wrapped.

A Fool’s Weakness - Princey tries to cheat in a mario Kart Race.

Logicality:

The Jar of Doom - Patton stole a cookie jar in the middle of the night.

Tickled Pink - Logan needs to laugh more.

Sensitive Studies - Logan teaches patton names for body parts effectively.

Vulnerable Information - Sad Patton becomes sneaky Patton.

Analogical:

Ad’Fix’tion - Logan helps Virgil through his addiction.

Attacked Stacks - Platonic fic where Logan keeps forgetting where he’s been and Virgil’s had enough of it.

Royality:

(None....yet. ;) )

Moxiety:

Deserving of a Smile - Virgil is thinking about Patton. Does Patton know?

Logince:

Aside From Strength - Roman tries to prove he’s stronger than Logan.

A Fabrication of the Truth - Logan won’t come out of his room.

The Assuring of Insecurities - Roman is hoarding all the Crofter’s, but is it for the reason Logan assumes?

LAMP/CALM:

From Boring to Bearable - Virgil’s bored, Patton catches on, chaos ensues.

Including Thomas:

Work Hard, Sleep Harder - Thomas won’t go to sleep.

Hour Game Night - Virgil stays with Thomas while the others go out in order to have some bonding time with the human.

Excitement Extraction  Thomas is bummed out from the loss of excitement.

Purely Platonic:

The ‘Fun’dant Thief - Patton likes frosting waaaay too much.

Patton’s Tiny Tickles - When Patton turns tiny, Roman wants to tickle him so badly.

Insert Fics/Teases

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GNOl-2aOnnautCwncr-nbxDAhv-cOBfj5Mv4WJd6CqU/edit?usp=sharing - Logan’s self insert tease

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IU-adNO17512fXSEtpLnBH7h061-v-kDClUle6qqzRo/edit?usp=sharing - Roman’s self insert tease

Miscellaneous:

His Healing Touch - An OC fic between @availe and @vigilantvirgil‘s Gabriel and Mephisto. Gabriel get’s hurt and Mephisto helps.

‘Sometimes’ Cute - Decani fic where the therapist teases his illusionist boyfriend and pays the price.

Taglist: @violetmcl @shadowkittycat97 @chituri @thetickleeraven (Let me know if you want to be on or off my taglist!)

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Afterlight Ch. 1 - Disbelief

(Hey everyone! I managed to write chapter 1 in one day. I’m very surprised at myself. This going very well so far!! I’m having a blast writing it! I hope you all are having a blast reading it! If you are new, you might want to read the prologue first. It’s not completely necessary, but I suggest you do if you want some more information into the characters! That’s it and I hope you enjoy!)

Prologue

AU: Lighthouse/Human

Afterlight Chapter 1 - Disbelief

Ships: Platonic LAMP/CALM, ????, ????

Words ~ 2,365 ~

Warnings: Food mention, some swearing

June 28th 2018

7:24 A.M.

“179. 180. 181.” As each of Virgil’s feet planted on a step, climbing the lighthouse became slightly less of a burden task. He recited each number like he had countless times, knowing that with each stride he was closer to finishing his job for the day. At one point near the top of the lighthouse, he stopped to set the thirty gallon bucket of oil down to rest his biceps from the strenuous job of carrying it up ten flights of stairs. He sat down mopping his brow and pulling out his phone, determined to get the little bit of Wi-Fi that lingered on just those few steps that he sat on.

A noise of frustration was pulled from his lips once he discovered just how spotty the Wi-Fi from a nearby building was today. After his connection timed out from checking his tumblr status, he shoved his phone back in his pocket, grabbed the bucket of oil, and continued climbing, grumbling the whole way up. He hadn’t reached the Stevenson’s lamp on the top floor for a second before he heard someone call his name from the ground.

“Virgil!!” The twenty-two-year-old groaned, having just made it to the top.

“What Patton?! I just made it to the top! Let me rest DANGIT!” He set the oil down, and looked at his blackened, slick hands making a disgusted face before wiping them off on his skinny jeans and black hoodie. No matter how often he got oil on his hands he still despised the feel of it. Also the fact it didn’t wash off well made the odd scent and texture linger, even when he ate food.

“Well alright there kiddo! Logan wants to talk to us though! Just thought I’d tell you! You can leave the oil there! I’ll take care of it later!” Virgil breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks!” Virgil regarded Patton as the kindest adult for his age. He often felt like the twenty-nine-year-old was the go between if Virgil or their boss, Logan, ever got into an argument. Granted Logan was not an unkind person, but Virgil had a hard time understanding him. More often than not, Virgil and Logan found themselves at odds bickering over how they think the lighthouse should be ran.

On one side, Virgil wanted more technology, an elevator, and an updated lamp so they wouldn’t have to keep polluting the atmosphere. But on Logan’s side, he was obsessed with preserving his lineage and seven generations Foley's work before his. Patton could see the good in both and tried to point out compromises between them. Sadly, they didn’t always work and sometimes the last sounds heard throughout the keepers’ house for the night were slamming doors.

Virgil trudged back down the lighthouse stairs, dreading another one of these arguments with his boss. Last night had ended in a harsh argument, and he wasn’t looking forward to meeting him face-to-face again. Especially at such an early hour. Well, early to him.

Patton was waiting for him at the bottom stairs, smiling as per the usual. It looked like the former father just woke up because of the messy bed-head, crooked glasses, wrinkled jeans, and untied boots. He also stood kind of wobbly making Virgil think Logan had yelled at him for sleeping in again, causing him to sit up too fast.

“Morning Virgil!” Patton grinned as Virgil made his way down the last few steps and to the ground floor.

“Morning Pat.” Virgil yawned and stretched as they walked back to the Keeper’s house together. “How’s Logan this morning?” The smile that Patton gave unnerved him slightly.

“Well kiddo! That’s why I called you. He wants to talk to you!” In his eleven months of being a lighthouse keeper, Virgil would say there was never a moment where he felt more anxious about talking to his boss than this.

“Oh god…” And his anxiety only continued to heighten as they walked towards the door of the Keepers’ house. The reason why Virgil had gotten up so early to get his job done was to avoid Logan, not confront him!

“Don’t worry Virge! Everything’s fine I promise.” Those words should have comforted the black cladded emo since Patton was Logan’s childhood friend and knew him better than many others, but it did nothing to ease the tension in his shoulders as he stepped through the door.

Logan sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper, waving half-heartedly at the two other keepers who now stood in front of him.

“Morning Logan! I have Virgil here with me.” Logan nodded in acknowledgement at Patton’s words, glancing up once then continuing to read an interesting article.

“Thank you Patton. Virgil...I’ve been meaning to talk to you this morning.” He flipped the newspaper page, unable to sense Virgil’s uneasiness.

“Then spit it out! You know how much I hate anticipation! Just tell me I’m fired and I’ll leave!” Virgil bit back causing Logan’s gaze to shoot up to Virgil’s face, his eyes hardening and softening as he searched the keeper’s complexion.

“On the contrary Virgil, I wanted to apologize for last night.” He noticed Virgil’s face twist in confusion as Patton strode past them and poured three mugs of coffee from the kettle for each person in the room. Once Virgil was given his, he sat across from his boss and slurped it up immediately before responding to Logan’s statement.

“Apologize? For what?”

“For my ignorance…”

“You? Apologizing for ignorance? What is this World War III?”

“Please let me finish.” Logan shot him a look.

“Okay, sorry that was uncalled for...”

“Yes. I wanted to apologize for being so against renovation and innovation.”

“But not for yelling at me last night?”

“Yes I apologize for that as well, Virgil. While I’m going to continue to preserve the legacy my forefathers left me after all these years, I’ve come to the conclusion that updating one or two things around this area won’t do too much harm. My grandfather did a similar thing when he bought the radio thats sits on the windowsill.” Logan pointed to the well-used electronic box, it’s antenna pointed outside to get maximum signal.

Virgil was going to comment, but held his tongue lest his words detour Logan from going down the track he wanted him too. “Then...I should probably apologize too.” He responded after choosing his reply carefully. “I don’t know much about family, so it’s hard to relate to someone whose grown up with both parents their whole life.” He wasn’t able to see Patton from his point of view, but the emo was 110% sure he was beaming at the exchange.

“No offence taken, Virgil. We are all skeptical of things that are foreign to us. Can we move on from here?” Logan held out his hand and Virgil shook without a second thought.

“Yeah. I’m cool with that. What are you planning on updating first then?” Patton came around and poured Virgil a second cup of coffee as Logan continued to sip his first.

“I would like to start with the electrical system in the kitchen. I believe we are in need of an electronic coffee maker and a toaster.” Virgil snorted at the way Logan said electronic.

“Toaster? What about...oh I don't know...internet? Wi-Fi? Ever heard of a computer?” Virgin’s grin dropped once he saw Logan’s face had lost its amusement. “Okay okay. One thing at a time. I’m thankful, I promise. Now we don't have to make toast with the oven.” He shot a thumbs up at Patton who enthusiastically returned it.

“Yes. I'm hoping after this update that mornings and nights will be easier on us all.” Logan pushed up his glasses and retrieved his newspaper. “I also have another piece of information that will interest both of you.” Patton turned his attention from the stove he was making scrambled eggs on to Logan. “Could you turn the radio on Patton?”

“Sure thing!” He whistled quietly to himself as he sauntered over and flipped the switch on, listening as the radio crackled to life.

“...another brilliant high-jack staged by a clan of Rogues off of the northern New York Coast led by none other than Roman Sanders himself. Now if you remember from our earlier debriefing rogues are citizens of different countries who were ostracized by their own governments and took to the seas to escape. Some with their families, some not. 

This particular clan of Rogues actually attacked a barge, taking control of it with their combined forces and sending the large ship back where it came from, ending any sort of trading that was happening between western and eastern Atlantic countries. Studies show that American, British, French, and other governments are quite upset about these rogue attacks and are doing their best to contain them, but are having no such luck so far. 

Experts say that the notorious Roman P. Sanders, also the prior first mate of Captain Roger T. Shrike who was thought to be the first Rogue of the millennium until his sudden disappearance in October of 2008, is behind all rogue activity in the Atlantic Ocean. This includes the disappearance of occasional ships and planes, and unexplainable phenomenons such as “strange lights and/or noises” some sailors claimed to experience when they passed through what is now known as Rogue Waters. 

One question asked commonly by many is why Roman showed back up on the sea three years after his captain’s vanishing. Even still the Rogue captain tends to go missing during the month of July only to reappear on radar again around August 1st, the same pattern continuing throughout the last seven years. Where does the Rogue Captain go during his down time? During that month, it is stated by one of our rogue spies that Roman’s younger cousin and first-mate, Remington S. Sanders, is put in charge while the captain is on leave-”

Patton shut the radio off, rubbing his temple as he traveled back to the other side of the kitchen where breakfast was cooking. “Roman’s coming isn't he?” Patton asked as he took breakfast off of the stove and began spreading the servings equally between three plates.

“Roman always comes.” Logan set his newspaper down glancing at Virgil’s surprised face, before turning back to Patton. “Ever since the shipwreck the radio talked about, he has always come back. Although my parents and I infuriated him while he was living with us, he was still thankful for the shelter and the company. He even came to my father’s funeral when he heard the news of his passing, four years ago.” Virgil looked horrified, but his face was ignored by both of the bespectacled people in the room, even when Pat set his food in front of him.

“I was there too ya know.” Patton joked slightly.

“Yes, but you didn’t have to sail 1,000 miles urgently across the Atlantic risking your fame, fortune, and skin to be with the ones you loved.” Patton chuckled lightly at Logan’s jesting.

“I know. I know. I’m just kidding with you.”

“Wait wait wait wait!” Virgil finally caught their attention as both heads swiveled in his direction. “You’re telling me...that the most famous Rogue in the Atlantic...is coming here...for a month! And you both know him!?”

“Yes. This is where he comes every July.” Logan lifted his mug to Patton which he ignored and set the kettle in front of Logan so he could poor his own coffee.

“Wha-why!?” Virgil practically shouted! “Why didn't you guys tell me?!”

“Shhh!!” Patton quieted Virgil with a hand on his shoulder. “He’s wanted in over ten different countries including this one. We didn't tell you because we were afraid you’d turn him and by extension, us, in. This is the only safe place he has.” Logan nodded in agreement, looking at the youngest keeper with concern.

“It’s not that we didn’t trust you. We were just being frugal with our knowledge. But now that we’ve told you, what will you do?” Virgil leaned back in his chair, taking in all the information and suddenly losing his appetite..

“I’m not going to tell anyone if that’s what you’re asking. I mean why would I turn in one of the few people that is actually fighting against our corrupt government? Wait…” Virgil’s eyes grew as a realization struck him. “Is that why this place doesn’t have any Wi-Fi or internet?! To keep the lighthouse somewhat off the grid and out of suspicion?!”

Logan chuckled for the first time that morning. “Definitely not the only reason, but certainly one of them. Though Roman appreciates the safety, he’d rather me update as much as I can. Also it explains why you haven’t seen him, because I hired you as a keeper at the beginning of August, two days after Roman last left.”

“Oh my god…” Virgil rested his head on the table, rubbing his face in disbelief. “It’s too early for this...and I don’t even have makeup on! I’m just gonna go chew on this shit while I try to comprehend my fucking life.” The emo stood from his chair and slumped back to his room.

“Language Virgil. Don’t make me revoke my offer about pouring the oil for you!” Patton called after as Virgil’s door was about to close.

“Sorry Pat!” And a click was heard shortly after.

Patton sighed, sitting in the chair Virgil was just in across from Logan. “How do you think it’s gonna go?”

“Hm?” Logan sipped his coffee and finally began to eat the food in front of him. “How is what going to go?”

“This visit with Roman. I’ve only met him a couple times and this will be the first time Virgil’s seen him.” Patton also began eating. “I’m just afraid of something happening between them like the last keeper you had.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Virgil has his head on straight, even if he is...slightly odd. I’m almost positive no one will be hurt this time.”

“The only reason I ask, Logan, is because Virgil hates surprises and we both know how Roman is.” Logan frowned slightly.

“Unfortunately, with Roman it’s always a surprise.”

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Undeniably Important Chapter 8: Logan’s Notepad

Hey everyone! Got some exams out of the way. I’m doing alright, but glad to be done with the brunt of it all. SUPER stoked for new Sander’s Sides video, but Thought I might write while I’m waiting. Part 3 of Surgery should be coming out within two days. And then After all the prewritten chapters of UI (Name curteous of @remmythepegasis) have been posted on tumblr, I’ll start continuing on this fanfic. Love you guys and I hope you enjoy! Btw, this is a HUGE chapter and might take a little over 10 minutes to read. Lol.

Hint: Time is important in this story...

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 -- Chapter 7

"Well, theres not much to tell." Princey looked down at the ground with all the eyes on him. "We were, acting civilized for the first three minutes. We both had different ideas so we didn't really fight over clothing. That is, until we grabbed a hold of that grey shirt." Roman motioned upstairs. "It was an accident on Anxiety's part, *cough* I beg to differ *cough* but it was unintentionally tossed on top of your tall dresser Thomas."

Thomas nodded letting him know he was still listening.

"I climbed up the dresser to grab it, but the dresser couldn't stand upright with me holding onto the side of it. Thus, I fell backwards. If Anxiety hadn't...saved me. I might have been squashed."

Gasps were heard in the room, mainly from Patton.

"Anxiety you saved Roman!? I'm so proud of you kiddo!" Patton had finished his potatoes and there were literal stars in his eyes from pride.

"Ugh." Anxiety rolled his eyes. "Look, I only pulled him out of harms way."

"Another reason deduced that you are more than just Anxiety." Logan looked Anxiety's way who only avoided eye contact with the Logical trait.

"Well. I'm so glad that the Outfit War went mostly okay. It's alright Roman. I'm sure Anxiety won't make you wear anything too embarassing. Right Anxiety?" Thomas gritted the last question through his teeth.

"Psh. We'll see. He shouldn't be concerned, remember? I do have fashion." Anxiety smiled victoriously.

"That's still worrying." Roman growled.

"Now Anxiety, don't go choosing an outfit thats inappropriate." Patton advised. "Make sure all privates are CLOTHESed off."

"Oh my god Patton! Pffff!!"

"Patton your not helping my nervousness!"

All Logan did was sigh.

"Hahaha!! Alright you guys. Always a pleasure to talk with myself. Joan and the others are coming to pick me up at 4:30 pm. What time is it now?"

Logan checked the stopwatch. "11:16 am."

"Great! We all got some time to kill. I guess-"

"Oh wait!" Logan interjected. "This is yours." Logic held up the stopwatch so Princey could see it.

"Hm? What? Oh yes!" Logan's interjection startled Princey from his humbling daydream and he caught the stopwatch in mid air as the Logical trait passed it to him. Roman snapped and the stopwatch dematerialized in his hands.

"Oh and don't forget the coat rack, tape, and sharpie I brought up." Logan reminded him.

Roman irritatedly glared at Logan and snapped. A small light illuminated from Thomas's room, confirming the leave of the items used for the Outfit war. "Your welcome." Prince slightly sneered at Logic.

Thomas looked at the other traits. "Ca-can I talk now? Because I'm really tired of people cutting me off." He glanced at Logan who looked at the ground guiltily. The other traits looked at each other and didn't interject. "I can? Great! Again thank you and I really have nothing else for you guys. So, I guess be ready by 5:00 or however you guys come with me to dinner. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this."

"Do not fret over it too much, Thomas." Roman assumed a fanciful pose. "It's nothing for you to be concerned about, but I must go, because I need to remove all my clothes from my living quarters and dump them in Anxiety's room. So...toodles." He wasn't very enthusiastic about this at all and began to sink down.

"Wait Princey, I'm coming too. To make sure you don't hide anything." Anxiety began to sink down with Roman.

"Hide anything?! Are you suggesting that I would cheat?"

"No, but I am going to help carry your clothes so you don't 'accidently' cheat."

"Excuse me count dracula! But I am a knight and and a noble and I always play fair!"

"Sure you do. Thats what you said when you snuck $10,000 behind my back the last time we played Monopoly."

"Okay! Okay. You're right. Ugh, can I at least keep my underwear in my room?

"What would happen if I said no?"

"Oh come on!!"

"I'm just kidding...Sorta."

Their banter faded as they sunk out of Thomas's apartment.

"Well, this was fun! I just hope Anxiety doesn't do anything too horrible to Roman. Anyways I'll see you all later. Oh, Logan you might want to check your desk. Bye kiddos!"

"Bye Patton!" Thomas waved to him.

"Desk?" Logan was confused for a second. Then it hit him. "Oh no..." His gaze shifted to the right at the bottom of the banister. His notepad was no longer there. He reached his hand over and felt around the area where it was. No luck. Then he checked his pockets. No luck there either. His first deduction was that Patton had took it. At this thought, the shade of white Logan's face went was almost equal to that of Anxiety's foundation.

"You alright Logan?" Thomas worriedly asked.

"Ahem. Yes Thomas I am quite alright. Well its time for me to go. I will see you tonight. Byeeeee!" Logan tried to regain his composure as he left in a hurry.

"Goodbye?" Thomas was genuinely confused.

As soon as Logan materialized in the mind palace he ran to his room and closed the door behind him. He was going to scower his desk for his missing item when he noticed it was cleaner than he had left it this morning. Someone had definitely been in his room.

On top of his now clean desk was a card with Patton's hand writing on it and series of small giftboxes. To the right of these was his notepad he was missing. Logan sighed in relief seeing that he was now in possession of it again. But, it still troubled him to think that Patton might have looked through it. He pushed the thought aside and returned his attention to Patton's series of gifts.

Logan couldn't help but give a small smile at the elder aspect's generosity. Even when Patton knew Logan could never actually understand or give something back in return, he was still willing to give. It was one of the few times that Logan wondered what it would be like to have emotions. If he did have feelings, would he be able to give something heartfelt back that meant something to Patton? These series of thoughts were troubling his mind, so he began to open Morality's presents to further avoid more absurd assumptions from entering his brain.

3 minutes earlier...

"...Oh come on!!"

"I'm just kidding...sorta."

Roman and Anxiety teleported inside of the mind palace. Princey faced his room with a reluctant look on his face. "Well. If you can believe it I'm actually glad you came to help me, because we have a lot of loads to carry."

"How much clothes do you have?"

"All the clothes. I have all the clothes."

"Obviously."

"Alright well you better help me. I'll just place it outside your room and then you can figure out what to do with it from there." Roman half strutted half sulked to his room from the hallway leaving Anxiety only a small amount of time to put his plan into action.

If there was another thing besides his name that Anxiety had been keeping from his fellow sides for a long time, it would be his area of control over the mindscape. One of these areas is duplication, where he takes one item and duplicates it making two of that same item.  Anxiety had not had enough practice with this power to tell if there was a difference between the real and the fake, but he figured it wouldnt matter much because no one would be suspicious. Or that Logan wouldn't be supicious, to be exact.

Anxiety quickly took out Logan's notepad, made sure no one was looking, and duplicated it by using both hands to pull the copy out of the original. Both notepads were still the same size, had the same marks, and were wrinkled in the same places.

"Perfect..." Anxiety muttered under his breath as he put the real notepad back into his pocket. He turned around to go put the copy in Logan's room when he was met face to face with Patton who had his hands full of presents and a card. Both traits were equally surprised to see each other and the states that they were in.

"Jason Toddler! Are you coming?" Roman called out from his room.

"Yeah. I'll be right there. Patton wanted to say something."

Roman audibly sighed. "Okay."

Both Morality and Anxiety broke eye contact and ran into Logan's unlocked room. Their next conversation was full of whisper shouts.

"Patton what are you doing here!?"

"I could ask you the same thing kiddo."

"I'm returning Logan's notepad. He dropped it."

"Thats funny considering the fact, that you were just holding two notepads in your hand. Did you steal it from Logan? Thats not very nice."

"Patton! I-er-ugh fine! I did, but don't tell anyone else about this, especially Logan."

"But, Anxiety its not right. How would you like it if somebody took something of yours?"

"Look. Here it is!" Anxiety winced slightly as he held up the fake notepad. He hated that he was lying to Patton, but he had already gone great lengths to take it out of Logan's possession. He couldn't stop now. "I'm just putting it back." Anxiety set the notepad on the far right of Logan's desk confirming his words.

"But what about the-" Whoosh. Logan had just materialized in the mind palace cutting Morality short. The increasing thumps of footsteps confirmed Logan's approach. The two intruding aspects shot each other panicked looks as Anxiety teleported out of Logan's room and back into the hallway, leaving Morality to arrange his presents on his own and escape in the nick of time.

Anxiety and Morality stood out in the hallway as naturally as possible as Logan ran into his room and shut the door.

Anxiety sighed and looked Morality. "Don't tell anyone about this." He glared sternly and walked off towards Roman's room, but stopped suddenly. "Please. Please don't tell anyone."

Morality sighed sadly. "Okay."

Anxiety kept walking. "Coming Princey."

"Finally! Here's my clothes since you were so keen on making sure I didn't cheat." All of Roman's clothes began flying from outside of his room and bouncing off Anxiety's room door. Had Morality been in a better mood, he might have laughed. He tried to focus on what Logan's reactions to his presents might be as he tried to get his mind off of his edgy son. His thoughts weren't enough.

2:15 pm.

Anxiety had been in the comfort of his room for a whole hour without getting interrupted. He was changing and making himself and his makeup look more presentable especially after everything he had been through today. This included the Outfit War and moving all of Princey's clothing to his room. Speaking of clothes, the pile stacked almost as tall as the ceiling itself. And all the colors just seemed out of place in the dimly lit, dark room. They almost hurt Anxiety's eyes just to look at them.

After he was finished with getting ready, he plopped on his bed and scrolled through tumblr for the umpteenth time. He put his free hand in his pocket lazily when he felt something rectangular. Logan's notepad! He had completely forgotten about it. With his curiosity rekindling again, Anxiety put his phone down and pulled out the real version of Logan's notebook and began to flip through it.

Most of the pages had been taken up, and it seemed as if there were different sections of the notepad set aside for different purposes. The first section held a ton of random facts and trivia. Typical of Logan. The second section was filled with questions that when answered they were scratched out. Anxiety spent some extra time in this section looking for questions pertaining to him. He spotted one.

What is Anxiety's real name?

It wasn't crossed out, thankfully. But no where else in that section could he find a question that pertained to his role in the mind palace so, he moved on.

The third section was full of Tic-Tac-Toe, connect the dots, and other strategic pen games. These were apparently all of Logan's attempts to defeat himself. Anxiety was more freaked out by this than impressed, so, he moved on again.

The fourth section were doodles. Doodles of mostly dogs. Just page after page of dog doodles. So many dog doodles that Anxiety had began to wonder if Patton had stolen it from Logan himself. Anxiety checked Logan's handwriting to clarify and sure enough, Logan was the owner of all these dog doodles, not Patton. He flipped through each page carefully until he got to something that stunned him. It was a doodle of Patton playing with a dog. It wasn't a bad drawing either. It looked just like him.

Anxiety turned the second page. Another doodle of Patton playing with a dog. And a third. And a fourth. Each one better than the last. Until he got to the 17th page. There was a picture of just Patton and it looked so realistic. Anxiety had no idea Logan could draw that good. He was speechless.

He carefully turned the next page to see another page full of doodles, but these doodles were hearts. Anxiety could tell it took Logan a very long time before he was able to draw a heart right, but once he did, he drew them everywhere. The last page of the section was another doodle of Patton, sitting inside a heart with a big smile on his face. This slightly melted Anxiety's dark heart, as it made him think of the Fatherly aspect and how good he had been to all of them.

He turned the page and found himself in the next section...except...it was very repetitive. And humorous.

"The prince is stupid."

"El principe es estupido."

"Prinsen er dum."

"Princeps stultus."

Just the same phrase in a multitude of languages for about six sheets of paper front of back. Anxiety laughed and took a picture of each page on his phone. Maybe he'd use one or two.

The next section was vocab words. They were devised into categories of Learned and Needs Learning. Most of the words on Logan's lists made Anxiety laugh so hard that he was having trouble keeping himself quiet. Just imagining Logan trying to pronounce and use all these slang words drove him into a fit of giggles. He finally decided to move onto the final section of the notepad: THEORIES.

This is what Anxiety was initially aiming for. He began to flip through the pages looking for what exactly Logic thought about him. Let's just say...Anxiety got more than he bargained for.

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Undeniably Important Chapter 9: Coincidences?

I’m bored and hyped up and cannot study for the life of me, so have chapter 9 everyone! Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 -- Chapter 8

2:45 pm

Anxiety could not believe his eyes. Everything that Logan had theorized about him were real situations that he could testify to. From the Fight or Flight response, to the feeling of nervousness, and even the butterflies in Thomas's tummy. Logan had even gone so far to say that Anxiety could quite possibly represent Thomas's body as a whole. Involuntary functions included. Some of the descriptions the Logical trait gave, made Anxiety slightly sick to his stomach, but at least he was giving a thorough description of his investigation.

Logan even referenced a curve. Something about relating productivity to Anxiety and that he is needed in performing everyday tasks. Anxiety didn't fully understand it, but it wasn't his job to.

The darker aspect continued to skim his theory. All the information was there. Logan truly did believe that Anxiety was more than just anxiety. He had described it all so well that even Anxiety himself was beginning to believe that he was more than what his name suggested. The darker trait found himself slightly smiling as he read more of the information on the page, but suddenly his face fell as he realized what he had done.

He hadn't trusted Logan's words. Anxiety needed proof, but sometimes in friendships proof is what breaks the bond more than strengthening it. But, there were times Logan was just as mean to him as Roman was. Maybe, Logan deserved it. Anxiety closed the notepad and looked at it sorrowfully lost in his own thoughts. Now, no one could trust him. Not even Patton.

He had let down the one aspect that actually believed in him. And now...he might lose a potential friend. He knew what he had to do, but surprise surprise! He was anxious. Don't get me wrong, Anxiety is no coward. But when it comes to facing challenges, it takes him awhile before he musters up enough strength to own his actions. And facing Logan? Granted he was the logical trait and he couldn't feel much anger, but you never wanted to be on his real bad side.

Anxiety shuddered. He thought about the different ways he could approach the situation, but they all seemed to end at the same place: complete loss of trust. In frustration, he gently tossed the notepad to the other side of the bed and was about to go back to his music, when he gave the notepad one final glance. In the end, he was very glad that he did. It was not only his saving grace, but everyone else's.

From that one glance he gave, he noticed the notepad had opened to a page that lied in between the blank pages towards the back of the pad. Written on that page was one single word. A word that spoke volumes to the one reading it.

Choices.

Anxiety's eyes widened. He was only a second ago trying to comprehend why Logan would write something completely out of the ordinary in such a random place, but then something struck him.

It wasn't Logan's handwriting.

It was his own.

A half an hour earlier...

Logan roused slowly. He had taken a short rest after opening Patton's presents and putting them in their proper places. Now that he was awake, he could begin to get ready for the dinner tonight. He thought about the tie that Patton had given him in one of the gift boxes. It was a deep blue with pictures of all breeds of puppies and dogs on it. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, he really liked that tie. Now, would he ever wear it would be the next question to ask.

He thought for a moment. Patton gave him the tie and the fatherly aspect was probably expecting him to wear it tonight. Logan's thought process was as follows: he was given a gift, it is impolite to refuse a gift or not use the gift for its intended purpose, and because they were going somewhere somewhat fancy, it was acceptable to dress occasionally. There. He had reasoned with himself that it was ok to wear the gift.

Logan got dressed into his normal 'teacher' outfit, but instead of his signature blue tie, he replaced it with the gift tie. He straightened himself up and looked in the mirror. The dog tie didn't look half bad on him. It was very eye catching though and Logan was slightly nervous of the comments he would receive from Roman and Anxiety. But as long as Morality was happy, it shouldn't matter too much.

In letting his mind wander, Logan had not realized that he was smiling into the mirror. When he saw his lips curving upward, it scared him so much he hopped backward an inch. He shook his head in disbelief and reaccepted his straight face. After combing his hair, he sat down at his desk and reopened his notepad. He had already looked through it once before he fell asleep, but he just wanted to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. Seeing it out of his possession this morning had really nerve-racked his brain.

He flipped through the Theories section and opened it up to a page with no label. This was something that he had begun writing this morning before the Outfit War. The events of the previous night like his encounter with Anxiety and the spilled milk had caused him to ask a question that many overlook in their day to day lives. Wanting to remember where he left off from earlier, he began to read quietly to himself so he could regain his train of thought.

3:03 pm.

"The human being can be divided into roughly four parts: the mind, the heart, the spirit, and the body." Anxiety read.

"Each has their own, unique role and are very different from each other. But there is one thing that they all have in common: they can all be affected by the same outside sources."

"These outside sources could be mental, physical, emotional, and even spiritual in some scientific cases. Here is an example of a physical outside source. If someone were to be punched by another person, a bruise would appear and their body would be noticeably affected, but so would the person's mood and thought process. The person then will have to think of a way to respond to the situation they are in and decide if they will fight back, run away, or take an alternative course of action." Anxiety scratched his head thoughtfully.

"An emotional outside source could be hurtful or encouraging words. When heard, they either build or tear down one's ego, affecting the mood, thought processes, and eventually the productivity of the body for usually the remainder of the day."

"All four sides of the human being are needed every second of every day and often work together like a team. There are times, however, when it is not an outside source, but an internal source that affects the person. These sources are but not limited to: negative thoughts, internal injuries, disabilities, sickness, and the list goes on. When these occur, it normally has a larger impact on the person, because it puts a strain on the relationship of the four parts. When uniting to fight an outside source, the human has a better chance of survival because the foundation is holding strong. The same cannot be said when fighting an internal source because if just one of the four is acting up, the results could be damaging to the human. Or even fatal if one of them happened to no longer exist."

Anxiety let his mind rest for a second as he turned the page. This was a lot of information to take in. Logic certainly owned up to his name.

"The human brain is built to learn, gather information, and rewire itself accordingly to its surroundings and the situations it experiences. It does this through the different problems it encounters. Normally, the problems that happen outside of the human being are the experiences that shape them into who they are today, however; This is only true if all four sides are considered one human being. If, for some reason, the four parts are 'allowed' more leeway, they can begin to explore their limits on their own without needing the other sides' help or approval. Essentially, it just means it is easier for the human to break apart inside because harmony is not as easily obtained."

"In the case of Thomas, we are still Thomas and he is still us. We only figuratively gained a conscience because he personified Roman, who was able to work inside of Thomas's imagination and create the mind palace. The mind palace is the loop hole inside of the pocket dimension. Roman was not able to expand Thomas's imagination directly to accomodate us, but the mind palace had already existed between the fourth and fifth dimensions. (see chapter 5 for explanation on this part) Patton's, Anxiety's, and my parts of the brain registered the mind palace not as imagination, but as a bridge to the fourth dimension and to other unknown areas of Thomas's mind. This is why we he can summon us voluntarily, or we can 'pop' in on him when he leasts expects it."

"But because we can do all of these fascinating things, we need to be careful. I have been able to find no sources that state that other people were able to achieve this sort of understanding. Thomas must be a special case. His decisions influence the real world on a very large scale, but now ours can too. We can act unbeknownst to Thomas, even though he is involuntarily controlling us. This means that everything happening inside the mind palace can be considered an internal source. Not only that, but outside sources also affect his sides more than they would have originally. It is undeniably important that now more than ever we practice good teamwork and be responsible for everyone's-"

The writing stopped there.

Anxiety felt as if he had ridden a roller coaster that just stopped working half way up the drop-off. Be responsible for everyone's...what? Wait. No.

He rummaged through the blank pages of the notepad until he found the one page the pad had opened to earlier.

Instead of tossing the notepad in frustration like he did earlier, he chucked it at the wall in complete bewilderment. Thump!

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

1 minute earlier...

"It is undeniably important that now more than ever we practice good teamwork and be responsible for everyone's-" This was where Logan had left off. Satisfied that he remembered where he was going with his newest theory, he picked up a pen and wrote the last word of the sentence.

"...choices." He was about to write the next section when he noticed something odd. The ink hadn't come out of the pen and onto the paper. There was no evidence he had even tried adding another word. He raised an eyebrow, tried shaking the pen, and then preceded to write the word again. Still nothing came out. This was a pen that came from one of Morality's gift boxes, so it should be very new and easy to work with, unless it was a prank.

Logan rolled his eyes and grabbed a random sheet of scratch paper from his desk. In the corner of the paper, he drew a heart with the pen. To his surprise, the ink came out perfectly fine. Logan scratched his head.

"Strange." He whispered to himself. Again, he tried to write the same word on his notepad. Again it didn't work. His gaze shifted between the pen and the notepad.

"Is this a joke?" His mouth slightly agape as he stared at the page in utter disbelief, but was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard a muffled thump.

Thump!

"WHAT THE HELL?!" It was Anxiety's muffled shout coming from his room. As expected, Logan could hear Patton's door swing open and his footsteps while running to the darker aspects room. The conversation between Anxiety and Patton could not be heard clearly, because Logan was still in his room. Patton was more than likely just checking to make sure Anxiety was okay.

Logan refocused on the notepad in front of him. He had to get to the bottom of this new mystery. He checked the clock in his room.

3:16 pm.

Logan grumbled. He didn't have enough time to do a thorough research process on the notepad before dinner, but at least he could get started on it. After pulling out several things he needed from various places around his room, he began the process of deductive reasoning. He tried to think of all the possible probabilities that this effect would have been caused by. But little did he know, he was still missing one important piece of evidence. Anxiety still had the real one.

4:17 pm.

Thomas was sitting on his couch when a car pulled up into his drive way and sounded its horn. He jumped off the couch, grabbed his wallet, grabbed his keys, and walked out the door making sure to lock it behind him.

"Hey Sanderstorm!" It was Joan. "You ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Thomas walked up to the car and got into the back seat with Leo.

"Where we going Thomas?" Talyn looked behind the passenger seat at their friend.

"Mahzu Sushi and Grill!" Thomas said confidently.

"Alright. Here we go!" Joan drove off and the friends laughed all the way to the restaurant.

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P.S. (I’m very proud of how this chapter turned out!)

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Not off Hiatus yet but...

I got 2 exams out of 3 done. Blegh. I'm going to post two chapters of undeniably Important tonight and start working on Part 3 of Surgery, along with a stupid little oneshot I badly wanted to write a couple days. Oh how I missed writing.

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Indecisive Interactions

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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The Assuring of Insecurities

Hehee! Hey everyone! This is a collab with the amazing @royal-sanders on tumblr of sorts (You'll see later why), but this is by far the longest tickle fic I've ever written! I just kept writing and writing until finally I got to a stopping point! It's almost 4,000 words! WTF!? Anyways. <3 you guys and hope you enjoy!

The Assuring of Insecurities

(Ships): Pre-romantic Logince, hinted Moxiety

Words ~ 3,919 ~

Warnings!: Insecurities about physical appearance, slight angst, light crying. Lotsa Crofter's and teasing galore, and yes...tickling.

(I’m gonna tag @apologieslogan because I kind of used their prompt in this tickle fic! I hope you like it friendos!)

Six Jars of Crofter's. Roman had six jars of Crofter's and had only bought Logan one. The logical aspect sighed incredulously as he tapped the door of the jelly cupboard in annoyance. Of course the prince would want the delicious treat all to himself. Then again Roman was salty for not getting his own jam, so could Logan really blame him? Welp, he did anyway regardless if the prince had an excuse or not. But, Logan couldn't help but wonder if the prince had another reason for giving him only one jar.

Now that Logan was out of his only jar of Crofter's, he had quickly grabbed one of Roman's and leaned on the counter to spoon it into his mouth, hoping the prince wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, not a minute later the royal waltzed into the room, but thankfully his back was turned to Logan. He seemed too preoccupied with singing a disney song and fighting imaginary beasts on top of the furniture to notice Logan had already eaten a fourth of one of his Crofter's jars.

Logan continued to spoon out the treat, keeping a close eye on Roman and continuously moving out of his range of vision. His little trick worked, until he wasn't watching where he had shoved the spoon, only for it to make a loud clinking sound as it hit the edge of the glass jar. Roman stopped his tracks as soon as he heard it, and whipped around to find a petrified Logan, rooted to the floor with the stolen jar in his right hand.

Roman could tell that the jar wasn't one of his, as he saw Logan finish the one he had gotten for him yesterday. "You just couldn't stay away from it, huh Logan?"

Logan sank immediately. Those words that the prince said struck a nerve within Logan's cold heart. It was almost like Roman was shaming his addiction of Crofter's or that's what it felt like. Logan took a quick glance at his own stomach before replying. He had tried to hide what amount of weight he had gained since Thomas had found Crofter's, but he wasn't sure if he was successful. And the fact Roman had only given him one jar, raised his suspicions that the prince had found out. "For your information Roman, if you had given me more than one jar, then I wouldn't have to steal from your own collection." Logan replied coolly.

Logan heard Roman scoff, as he jumped off of the couch and begin to stride towards him. "But even you know I have my limits in conjuring objects. You should be grateful you even got one!" Roman yawned into his hand before he reached the logical aspect in front of him.

"The only limits you have is your respect for others." Logan sneered at the side in front of him. It was morning and he was not having any of Princey's crap, especially with this new found sense of insecurity that had been creeping up on him for weeks now.

Roman stopped his gait a yard from Logan and frowned. "I do too have respect for others! If there's anyone who doesn't have respect, it's you for my stuff!" Roman pointed accusingly at the held Crofter's jar that still had the logical aspect's saliva covered spoon it. "Speaking of stuff, hand it over!"

Logan, without breaking eye contact with Roman, dipped his spoon into the jar, scooped out a heaping mound, and shoved it into his mouth, practically taunting Roman with his physical answer.

"Why you...! Give it here!" Roman rushed a hand to grab it from Logan, but the logical aspect was quick to maneuver out of the prince's way, and quickly shoved another spoonful in his mouth.

"I am eating right out of this Roman. Are you sure you want to share germs?" Roman gaped as he regained his footing.

"Excuse me Mr. We-are-the-same-person! I want my damn Crofter's jar back!" He lunged at Logan only to miss again and crash into the refrigerator, causing a couple magnets to fall off.

"You have five others in your cupboard specifically made for Crofter's! Get one of those!" Logan made his way over to said Crofter's jar cabinet and motioned to all five of them. "Are you having trouble counting my dear prince?" Logan began to tease lightly.

Roman growled and whined at the same time, backing Logan into a corner of the kitchen. "But I don't want to open one that's already opened! You gotta share with meeee!"

"Well did you share with me? I believe it's only fair when the rich share with the poor." Logan began holding the jar out of Roman's reach, chuckling slightly at Roman's antics.

"What are you Patton now?!" Roman yelled frustratingly, trying and failing to grab the jar from Logan's hands. But, he gradually stopped trying when his gaze had switched to Logan's unprotected armpit. The logical aspect could practically see the wheels turning in Roman's head as he was coming up with a plan.

"Logan? Are you ticklish?" The word widened Logan's eyes as he quickly yanked his arm down and made a jump to the left shoving, Roman out of the way.

"Absolutely not!" Logan took another step backward, panicking that Roman was actually thinking about resorting to that to get the oh so precious half gone Crofter's jar back.

"I think your reaction begs to differ." It was Roman's turn to chuckle as he ran at Logan who, quickly ran behind the other end of the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. It was then the two sides began to play chicken around it.

"Give me the Crofter's Logan! And I promise I won't tickle you!" Roman and Logan were stalemating on either side of the counter, waiting for the other to make a move first.

"That's a worse lie than any of Deceit's!" Logan quickly looked for a way past the prince quickly spotting the entrance of the corridor to the common's off to the left. He ran towards it, only looking back to check if Roman was following him, which to his confusion he wasn't. It gave Logan a false sense of security, because just as he was about to run into the Commons, a certain shadowy figure of a prince rose up catching the logical aspect by surprise and by his arms.

"Aaaah!" Logan's voice cracked as he yelped when he smashed his nose directly into Roman's chest. His fear was only confirmed by the deep chuckle emanating from Roman's throat.

"R-Roman. Don't..." But his plea was dismissed by the creative aspect hoisting Logic up onto his shoulders with a hefty scoop. "R-Roman no! I-PUT ME DOWN! Fine! Ill put it down. See?! See? I put the jar down! Now release me!" Logan set the Crofter's jar on the closest table that Roman passed by on his way to the Commons. He continued to squirm, hoping Roman would take pity on him, but to no avail.

"Ah wonderful. Im glad I can finish it later. But for now, I'm more interested in this ticklish theory that you seem so insistent to decline, nerd." Roman smirked as he felt Logan's fists beat helplessly against his back as he carried him through the violent squirms, all the way to one of the couches in the commons. Upon arriving, the prince quickly dropped the nerd onto said couch and quickly sat on him, preventing escape.

Logan struggled underneath the prince's weight, but at this point he knew he was done for. His gaze wandered up to Roman's eyes which sparkled with mischief, as the prince was quick to pin his hands under his knees. "Comfortable?"

"Absolutely not." Logan gritted out. "You knew...You knew I was gaining weight and this is how you decide to 'help' me?!" Roman looked quite taken aback at this outburst.

"Help you...what?"

"Don't play dumb Roman. You gave yourself all the Crofter's because you saw how addicted I was. Well you certainly aren't helping me now, by holding me down and...tickling me against my will. I'll just face the facts because I can't win against you. Not with Thomas's Chemical Engineering degree, and certainly not with any of this!" Logan spat.

Roman quickly let go of his hands, seeing Logan had reached his breaking point. "What...what on earth are you talking about? I didn't notice you had gained weight! And if I did this is hardly the way I'd reveal that sort of information to you, Logan." The prince did take a quick glance at the logical aspect's belly, he hadn't noticed until just now that it was slightly pudgier than what he remembered.

"Is that so?" Roman could see small tears forming behind the dark rims of Logan's glasses. "Well the history of your actions say otherwise." Roman scratched his head, unknowing of what to do in the situation. At this point it looked as if Logic could be shattered with so much of a wrong word on the Prince's part. And it only reminded Roman of his own negative thinking and what he's been doing to himself. It was no wonder why Logan took something without asking. He wanted to prove a point.

"Well. What are you going to say? That I'm a hypocrite for not following my own health plan? You might as well because it's a fact."

"It's not a fact, Logan." Roman finally said. "It's actually a falsehood. Weaknesses are common in everyone. In every human and in every aspect of every human. I know because I have many of these weaknesses myself and they are hard to accept. One of them is how I look and I knew if I was in your shoes I would be just as distraught. But do believe me when I say I wouldn't go that far to shame you. Especially if it was about something that we both love. We are a part of the same person Logan. Despite how much we fight, I still care enough not to do that to you. Because you do have some feelings, whether you want to admit it or not."

Logan groaned at the thought of feelings, but shoved the thought off as he searched Roman's face for sincerity. "So...you...do not think any less of me?"

"How could I Logan? You are still my equal. Although we continue to one-up each other it's not for reputations sake. Well...maybe it's partially for reputations sake, but it's also because we have differing opinions and we want those opinions to be heard no matter what. Nothing's changed between us. I am honest to god sure of that."

Roman watched Logan as relief filled his body. "I...apologize for jumping to a conclusion. I was mostly peeved because I thought you had noticed."

"Not at all Logan. I promise that's not why I didn't get you more than one jar. I was honestly..." Roman noticeably gulped as he did his best to swallow is pride. "...honestly just being a jerk." And wanting your attention. Roman wanted to add that last part, but he kept it to himself knowing Logan would absolutely refuse any attempts at courting if he was in this state of mind.

Logan chuckled and wiped away the small tears that had almost formed in his eyes. "At least we can both agree on that."

"Hey! I still have you captured, I'll have you know!" Roman growled, this time a little more playfully.

"Yes about that, can you let me go now?" Logan struggled once again in the prince's grasp.

Roman rubbed his chin. "Hmmm...now that I think about it I'm not sure I want to. You have gotten a bit of meat on your stomach, yes?"

"Yes...?"

"And you are quite insecure about it..."

"......yes..."

"But what if I told you, you didn't have to be?"

"What?" Logan's eyes went wide as Roman began peeling up his shirt. "Wait! Wait what are you doing?" Roman caught Logan's hands as they tried to push his shirt back down, and he began admiring his stomach.

"Oh that's adorable. See here Logan, there are tons of college professors and scientists that have this sort of tum and even more. And are they treated any different by their students and peers?" Roman began to soothingly rub Logan's tummy in circles, feeling the slightly loose skin move underneath his hands.

"Ye-well...um...I suppose not...but...I don't want to be compared to Patton. I'm not cute like him, I'm supposed to be seheherious. Don't tickle." Roman stopped rubbing to look Logan dead in the eyes.

"Aha! So you are ticklish!" Roman began to pick up the speed on his stomach.

"N-no! That's not what I said." Logan tried again to protect himself, but this time it was a half-hearted attempt, and Roman could tell.

"But it's what you meant. People only ask to 'not tickle' if they are ticklish themselves! Isn't that right my dearest professor?" Roman was now drawing soft circles on his sides causing Logan to arch his back and guffaw out a strained chuckle.

"Nngh fine! I am. I'd better be getting a second Crofter's jar after this." Roman chuckled at Logan's attempts at hiding his giggles that were threatening to spring forth.

"It depends on how much tickling you want to withstand. How about this. You let me tell you all the great things about having a belly like yours, and I will give you two more Crofter's jars." Roman's hands slowed, giving Logan enough brain power to think.

"This doesn't include the one I've already eaten out of does it?" Roman groaned and rolled his eyes. "Fiiiinnneee. No it doesn't." Logan gave just a bit more thought.

"Alright. Make it quick though." Roman smirked as he leaned closer to his now accepting captive.

"Why would I make it quick? Tickles like these are meant to be enjoyed." Roman pressed in a little, now rubbing the sides of his stomach with his thumbs.

"Ehehenjoyed!?" Logan tried to stop his hands from going to protect his belly from Roman's onslaught.

"Well yes. Especially when I'm showing you, that a serious teacher like you doesn't need to be embarrassed about something as cute as this." Roman gave his tummy a gentle poke allowing a small giggle to escape Logan's lips.

"See? That's the first thing! Adorable giggles from adorable tickles. Sometimes pudge like this can make you even more ticklish than you already are." Roman began softly rapid poking his belly, sides, and ribs all over.

"Thahahats nohot a peheherk!" Logan was now squirming, finding Roman's actions both ridiculous and intriguing at the same time.

"It is if someone were to enjoy that sweet sweet laughter of yours! Like I do. And yes I do intend to hear more of it. Now, another great thing about having a belly is the amount of warmth you give off!! And all that warmth is just great for hugs." Roman pressed his hands against Logan's tummy and squeezed lightly, sending a jolt through Logan's body.

"Noho! I'm nohot Patton! Patton's the ohohohonly one that gihiHIVES HUHUGS! STAHAP!" Roman thought, continuing to squeeze the entrapped sides up and down relishing in the small squeaks he was getting from him in each pinch.

"Well Virgil would say otherwise. He's told me the hugs you give are grounded in reality and to him that is very comforting. And isn't Logic supposed to ground the rest of the aspects in reality?" Logan was smiling too much to pout, otherwise he would have.

"I hahate whehehehen youhho are rihihihght."

"No you don't!" Roman teased in a sing song voice as his fingers moved to pluck Logan's ribs lightly. "You just might maybe, possibly, slightly dislike it. But you also don't like being wrong, which is one of those weaknesses that we talked about earlier. But lately, you've done good at accepting that we are all part of a human who has faults himself. And for that I am proud of you Logan." Had Logan not been laughing so much, he would have made a sarcastic Disney reference that would have offended Roman more than anything else.

Roman continued smirking through his onslaught on Logan's stomach. "Ah! Another thing a tum is good for is more room for Crofter's!" He paused when Logan gave a slight glare through his laughter. "Alright alright! I won't do that again! I promise! I swear an oath on my sword. I'll move on to the next piece of evidence. It's good for a pillow!" Roman stopped his tickling to lay his head right on Logan's stomach, dramatically humming in content. "Ah so warm..."

"Youho ahare ridiculous..." Logan gave a small gasp as Roman cupped his love handles and continued using him as a pillow. "Are we quite finished?" Roman giggled.

"Hee hee nope!" The fingers on his sides quickly shot up into Logan's unprotected underarms and began wiggling in his armpits. "My you are just ticklish all over! More giggles for me!"

"Thihihis isshihint evehehehn pahahahart of Myhihihi abdohomehehen!!!"

"True! But, your laughter is so addicting I cannot get enough of it!" Roman took a glance at where his head was laying on Logan's stomach. "Hmmm...say Logan? Do you happen to know what a raspberry is?" Logan's eyes went wide with fear.

"Thahahahat ihihis a tahahactic used in CHILdren. NOT ohon serious adults!" Roman hummed again and took his hand out of one Logan's armpits and began swirling around the rim of his belly button with the pointer finger.

"Hmm...I think you want one." Roman teased grinning up at him from his chin's resting place on his stomach.

"DOOHOHO NOHOHOT!" Logan pushed at Roman's face, but it was too late. The prince had already blown a couple raspberries all around the logical aspects tummy. He was about to deliver one to Logan's navel, when he thought better of it.

"Say Logan is your bellybutton ticklish?" Logan shook his head violently, too overcome with giggles to accurately respond.

"Hee hee. You sure, because I'ma touch it!"

"Noho! Do not!" Logan fought against Roman's tickle attempts half-heartedly.

"I'm gonna press the button!" Roman lowered his finger teasingly to Logan's dip.

"Nahaha! Stahahahap!!" Roman slid his other hand to Logan's side to distract him from pushing his finger out of the way.

"I'm going to boop it!" Roman lowered his finger more, grinning as Logan was quite literally flailing with anticipation. The prince decided to end it quick.

(Credited to @royal-sanders beautiful artistry)

"Boop!" He shot his finger the rest of the way into Logan's navel and began to wiggle gently. Logan quickly snorted and dissolved into higher pitched giggles than normal.

"Ahh!! So it is ticklish!! Tickle tickle tickle!" Roman picked up the pace on his swirling finger noticing how pink Logan's cheeks were getting as he tried to cover up his own blushing face. "Daww...none of that Logi Bear. You can't be that embarrassed about this tickle spot that much can you?"

"Stahap teahahahsing youho MOHOHOROHN!" Roman gasped at the name.

"Moron! Though I am proud of you for learning the correct terminology and using it at the right time, but I am no moron! I oughta punish you for that! And what will it be? Oh I know!" Roman lowered his face again and held his lips right above Logan's belly button. The logical aspect quickly shook his head, the eyes sparkling with laughter were betraying his actual movement.

All too soon, Roman blew the biggest and fattest raspberry on his belly button, once again throwing Logan into giggly hysterics. It was then Roman decided that Logan had enough and began to rub the tickly feelings away, continuing to admire the pudge in the process.

"And a final thing that's good about pudge?" Logan rested his head against sofa arm, panting as he watched Roman's final movements. "There's more of you to kiss for a future romantic partner." Roman bent down and kissed his stomach once causing the breathless Logan to raise an eyebrow.

"Fuhuhuture romantic partner? Roman, Virgil and Patton are already dating. I have no chance with anyone else." Roman made a strangled sound with his throat.

"Excuse me!? What am I? Chopped liver!? I am sitting directly on you!" Logan onced Roman over.

"I am aware, but your actions especially today have shown me you are more annoyed with me than...the other thing..."

"Its called "Trying to get someone's attention" Nerd! Never heard of it? Yes I was being a jerk, but I also...wanted your eyes on me." Roman muttered out the last part quietly as if he was the one embarrassed about his actions now.

"Roman, if you want my attention depriving me of Crofter's just so I can steal it and have a cognitive distortion of my own is not the best way to do it." Logan folded his arms across his chest giving Roman a 'Look-who's-right-now?' sort of glare.

"I know! I know." Roman hung his head. "But I redeemed myself didn't I?" He looked up to Logan who seemed like he was in deep thought.

"Perhaps...I havent decided yet."

"What do you mean perhaps?! I just don't want to lose this chance I have with you." Roman pouted and reluctantly moved off Logan to sit on the couch next to him, for which Logan was eternally grateful.

"You haven't Roman. At least not yet. But, now that I know you hold certain romantic feelings for me, I need to figure out what I myself...ugh...feel."

"So you don't dislike me? Even after all that?" The Prince winced waiting for Logan's answer.

"I am more annoyed than anything. But despite all that, there might be something there...I just need time Roman." Roman nodded hopefully.

"Then time is something I can give you!"

"Wonderful." Logan deadpanned. "I do want to thank you for helping me see past what I had originally thought about myself, and also for...I guess making me laugh." Logan reluctantly shared the last part of his confession with the prince. "It doesn't happen as often as it should. Just don't do it every day, or in front of the others."

Roman chuckled happily. "Alright alright. I'll have mercy on you."

"Thanks." Logan replied sarcastically, the small smile on his face betraying the tone of his voice. "Now that that's all out of the way, may I have my reward no-?" Roman put a finger to his lips, shushing him.

"Soon. Soon my dear Logan. I don't want to get up right now."

"That's alright. I can get myself." The logical aspect made a move to get off the couch but was pulled back down by Roman.

"Nuuuuu! Stay with me!!! I'm lonely and want to cuddle. If you leave with the Crofter's jars I won't see you again until lunch! And maybe not even then because your belly will be full!" Logan rolled his eyes but sat back down and let the Fanciful aspect engulf him in a hug from behind. They were soon laying down across the couch with Roman spooning Logan and planting kisses along his neck.

It's not that Logan didn't like the shower of affection, it just felt odd that the mightier of the aspects would choose him as a romantic partner. Ever since Logan found Crofter's, the logical aspect had been slightly worried about his appearance as he continued to eat more. But if he had someone to share that love of Crofter's and the small insecurities he had with, managing his loves and fixations might become a little easier.

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From Boring to Bearable

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.

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Vulnerable Information

Hello everyone! I’m sorry once again that this isn’t a request. I have them almost ready to go I promise. Thank you for being patient with me. This is just to hold you guys over until I get done with stupid finals!! Anyways please enjoy this tickle fic I threw together last night for my friend @tinysidestrashcaptain! (She is so awesome and a really go writer! Go follow her and check out her stories.) I’m also gonna tag another amazing tickle fic writer @ticklyfandoms and you should also follow them because their content is beautimous!

Love you all and thank you so much! Hope you enjoy!

Vulnerable Information

(ships): Logicality

Words ~ 2,499 ~

Warnings: Tickle fic, some angst at the beginning, very teasy at the end

It was one of the moral aspects clumsy weeks. Patton had been dropping just about everything he touched. From breakfast yesterday morning, to Roman’s sword collection later on, and finally just now he dropped an entire stack of papers he was helping carry for his boyfriend Logan. As he watched the papers fly everywhere across the mindscape, Patton’s emotional threshold about had it. He broke down, sobbing right there in the middle of the hallway, unable to follow Logan down the steps he had traveled down not a minute before.

Logan heard the sudden exasperated cry from his boyfriend upstairs and he instantly abandoned his own stack of papers he was carrying. He raced up the steps until he saw the papers flying past. The logical aspect frowned knowing exactly what had occurred. Patton had managed to yet again drop something else. Normally he would be angry, but the last thing that Morality needed right now was his wrath. Logan took in a deep breath as he walked around the corner and swept away the enormous loose pile of papers that was covering his wailing boyfriend.

“I’m *hiccup* sorry Logan!! *hiccup* I can’t do *hiccup* anything write.” He picked up a pencil trying to make a pun, except he dropped that too causing himself to cry more. Logan frowned sadly as he tried to lead his boyfriend off the floor, only to see him to slump back down again.

The thump the moral aspects’ rump made when it hit in contact with the floor alerted the other two aspects of Patton’s current distressed state. Roman and Virgil were in the kitchen not a moment later, helping pick up the loose leaves without question. Logan tried one more time to pick his sobbing boyfriend off of the floor and this time succeeded, wrapping one of the moral aspect’s arms around his own shoulder.

“Take care of dad, Logan. We’ll clean this up.” Roman nodded with Virgil in agreement, and the logical aspect thought, knowing the two probably wouldn’t put them back in alphabetical order like he had them. He shrugged the matter off however, knowing his boyfriend was more important than any sort of information he could filing at the moment.

Silently thanking them, he exited the room with the moral aspect leaning onto him like his life depended on it. Seeing his boyfriend in such a state as this about broke his heart in two. Logan then led him, runny-nosed and teary-eyed, to his own room, opening and closing the door behind him. Before Patton knew it however, he was picked up bridal-style and placed on top of Logan’s bed, his eyes transfixed on the ceiling, and then his love’s  face came down to his level.

Patton felt his tears and cries began to slow as the logical aspect began to wipe his eyes and his nose lovingly with some Kleenex™. Logan then pressed a gentle comforting hand to his face, watching the emotional myre slowly relinquish its hold on his boyfriend, until all that was left were gentle sniffles. Patton finally turned his head, but was kindly shushed by Logan.

“My dear Patton. You do not need to apologize for the papers. I understand it has been a hard week for you. Do not worry about what I need to do. My primary focus right now is taking care of you.” Patton sniffled once more and sighed leaning his head against the logical aspect’s hand for grounding and reassurance. Logan smiled and signaled for his boyfriend to scoot over.

“May I lay with you dear Patton?” The moral aspect lifted his head, giving Logan a small smile as he made room for his boyfriend beside him. Gingerly, Logan laid down beside him, and immediately grasped the hand closest, raising it up to his lips kissing it gently. Patton gave a tiny giggle and a final sniffle, as the sadness finally subsided from his eyes and facial features. Logan gave content sigh of relief and stared into Patton’s beautiful brown eyes, his own lighting up as Patton’s happy smile returned.

“T-thank you Logan!” He wiped his nose with his cardigan once more, before cuddling into his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around Logan’s sides. The logical aspect flinched slightly, but allowed himself to be trapped by the moral aspect.

“Anytime my beloved.” After about five minutes of an absurdly long hug however, Logan began to squirm out of Patton’s grasp, to which the moral aspect whined persuasively.

“Nooooo...stay with meee...please?” Logan rolled his eyes fondly.

“Patton. I would cuddle with you, but I have work to attend to.” Patton only squeezed tighter.

“Nooooo!! Work can wait!!” He nuzzled his face into the logical aspect’s chest, causing Logan to raise an eyebrow.

“Are you positive you only want me to stay Patton? Or is there something else you were getting at?” Patton stopped moving in his grasp for a second to think of his answer, before desperately shaking his head.

“No I just want to spend time with you.” The little giggle at the end of his sentence betrayed his true thoughts to Logan. The logical aspect chuckled at this.

“I am not sure I believe you, dearest. I think I’ll ask again. Was there something else you wanted?” He pushed himself down until he was eye-level with his boyfriend, their noses touching and Patton’s arms now wrapping around his neck.

“Nope!” Patton blushed knowing full well he would be found out eventually by his preceptive boyfriend and found out he was not a moment later.

“I’m not quite sure I believe you Patton. Perhaps we should test your null hypothesis, if I reject it...then there should perhaps be some consequences involved, don’t you think, Patton?” The logical aspect rested his fingertips, starting at Patton’s wrists and slowly began to travel their way down his arms stroking slowly. Logan didn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend once, even as his giggles began to increase. Once he felt the sleeve of Patton’s shirt he stopped, watching Patton squirm closer and not away from him.

“Patton?”

“Eheheh. Yes Logan?”

“I believe I found out what it is that you wanted.” He gave him a knowing smirk slowly making tiny circles with his thumbs on the undersides of his arms, that were still currently wrapped around his neck. Patton began to give a series of soft squeals, as he did his best to keep his arms around the logical aspect’s neck. “But...for research purposes, I need you to tell me what you want.”

Patton shook his head defiantly unable to speak from the delightful sensations coming from Logan’s strategic hands.

“Now Patton. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you can deliberately tell me what it is you want right now and I will give it to you. I can assure you that this course of action will cause you to blush less in your cheeks than the hard way. The hard way entails my hands resting right where they are and a large amount of verbal teasing, until you decide to comply, telling me what it is you want.”

Patton grinned through his giggles, deliberately choosing the hard way from Logan’s perspective.

“I see the hard way is the path you have chosen. Do you wish to continue? Because there is no escape once you have made your choice, dear Patton.” Logan’s hands gripped Patton’s arms, preventing escape. Patton blushed and closed his eyes, shaking his head furiously.

“As you wish then.” Logan began to move his thumb once again, only this time in a quicker and lighter fashion. “So...I will state my hypothesis in question form and you must repeat it back as a sentence if it is true. Patton Sanders, do you enjoy being tickled?”

Patton’s eyes widened as he shook his head vigorously refusing to open his mouth. The speed of Logan’s thumbs quickened as he let out a low and growly chuckle.

“Lying will get you nowhere. How am I able to get results if your stubbornness inhibits your ability to cooperate? Allow me to try again. Do you, Patton Sanders enjoy my fingers gently wiggling against your skin, the rush of adrenaline as I squeeze your tummy, and the tiny kisses I apply to your sides?” Patton’s laughter flushed with his face, growing redder by the minute at Logan’s teasing voice. The moral aspect once again shook his head through his laughter, continuing to deny the logical aspect’s words.

“Patton you are only making this harder on yourself.” Logan began lightly squeezing the area under his arms now. “I will state my hypothesis once more, do you Pat-”

“YEEHEHEHS!! Yes I do!!”

Logan raised an eyebrow in victory. “Oh? Do what Patton?” He left his thumbs there hovering just outside of Patton’s armpits.

“Ihihihih doo like it!”

“What is this ‘it’ that you like, Patton? Please. Do tell.” Logan smirked gladly he was finally getting the upper hand of the battle.

“I LIKE BEING TICKLED!!” Patton practically yelled it and arched his back of the bed, badly wanting Logan to stop hovering and get on with it, but Logan moved his thumbs away just in time.

“Well why did you not say so in the first place, my dearest Patton. So...is there anything in particular you would like me to do with this piece of information?”

Patton shrunk back and made eye contact with his boyfriend, surrendering himself to his vulnerability. “...tickle me? Please?”

Logan smiled fondly as his fingers creeped back towards their target. “With pleasure, dearest.” It only took his digits a second to enter into the defined arches of his armpits, wiggling his index fingers lightly and stimulating as much area as possible. Patton shrieked at the touch and held Logan’s body firmly, refusing himself to respond to the fluttering touch.

Logan chuckled at his boyfriend’s antics. “You are quite adorable in this state, Pat. I know you adore the act of gargalesis and your responses to my touches are quite entertaining to watch. Could you tell me how much you are enjoying this...by...let’s see here...a show of hands? Raise your arms to the sky dearest Patton. It is my intention to maximize your pleasure from this stimuli.” Patton’s chuckles heightened as he shakily stretched his arms to the sky, doing his best not to clamp down. In response, Logan slowed his tickles too, until it was only gentle stroking and gentle giggles. It was then that Logan attacked in the deepest part of his armpits causing an enormous amount of laughter to bubble out and Patton’s armpits to come clamping down.

“You seem to be quite ticklish here my dear Patton? Are you enjoying yourself? Would some verbal teasing put your over the edge per se, however? Tickle tickle tickle my dearest Patton. I know you like it!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!”

“No? I thought we just established that you did...perhaps a different area is in need of a tickle however.” Logan smiled fondly. “Where should I tickle you next? Your ears? Your nose? Your ribs? Or your toes?” He gently stroked a fleeting finger over each body part as he named it, soaking up the tiny giggles Patton expelled from his lips. “Perhaps your belly would suffice for now.” As Logan reached his hands down Patton’s arms flew off of Logan’s neck as he tried to protect his tummy, shying away from Logan’s touch.

“Ah ah ah. None of that Patton. Hands down at your sides please. You know you are going to enjoy this.” Patton’s face couldn’t blush anymore as he complied slowly lowering his hands to his sides and letting Logan lift up his shirt, slowly.

“Eheheheheheh!! Go faster!!”

“What? Am I not allowed to tease you?” He slipped his index finger gingerly into his bellybutton wiggling it a bit, before lifting up the rest of his shirt and proceeding to gently squeeze across Morality’s abdomen. Patton’s whole body shook with laughter as he gripped the bed sheets, enjoying all of his boyfriends touches. “You are truly adorable Patton.” He then moved from squeezes to subtle scuttles all about his tummy, scratching at various speeds and intensities.

“AHAHAHHHAHAHAHAH!!!” Patton tried not to squirm, but his self defense mechanisms were fighting against his freewill. Logan slowed down his tickles until it was only two index fingers drawing obscure equations on Patton’s bare belly, his laughter subsiding into tiny giggles.

“Lohohogan?”

“Yes Patton?”

“Can you...please tickle my sides?”

“Why yes of course my dear Morality! Thank you for asking.” His fingers then lightly trailed to either side of his stomach beginning to flutter again at a more intense speed. Patton’s laughter skyrocketed once more as he almost jolted off of the bed. “Judging by your responses, you must be very sensitive here. Perhaps some kisses are in order.” Patton’s laughter when silent as he felt Logan’s lips trailing up and down his right side, peppering him with kisses and blowing the occasional teasy raspberry. He switched to his other side soon after, giving it the same treatment fondly. He ended his escapade on Patton’s belly, with one final gigantic raspberry, right on the top of his navel, causing a silent shriek to course through the entirety of Patton’s body.

Patton thought his tickling session was over after that glorious ending, but he was wrong. Logan’s lips then shot up straight to his neck, peppering the area with kisses and sending the moral aspect back into happy hysterics. He nipped with his mouth and tickled with his fingers, soaking up every beautiful sound that gave way out of Patton’s mouth. He only stopped however when he felt the joyful tears trickle down off of Patton’s face and onto his own cheeks.

He retreated and memorized the way Patton looked after a tickling session, hair tousled, eyes happy bright, and his smile. Oh goodness his smile is what got Logan everytime he looked at the moral aspect. It was like a whole world of opportunities was waiting for him, and all Logan had to do was explore it. In how many ways could he get Patton to smile like that? He could only wonder because he was sure the possibilities were endless.

It took him a few minutes to regain himself, the ghostly tickles beginning to subside leaving a yawning and tired Patton in their wake. He grabbed out towards Logan once again, pulling him back into his embrace and dozing off quietly.

Thus Logan found him in the same position again, but this time he didn’t want to move Patton. He too found his eyelids growing heavy and his personage tired. His real work that he needed to do had already been completed, as far as he was concerned. Perhaps this is what the moral aspect had needed all along. Logic quickly filed away the new found information in his mind, that if Patton was ever having another clumsy week, all he needed was a good tickle.

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Hey Guys...

Soooo...I had a chat with a friend and I have some orginal works that I’d like to share. But I honestly doubt anyone would be interested. But if this post gets 75 notes, or I hear from enough people by Saturday, I’ll consider making a separate side blog for my own orginal works. 

This blog will remain purely Sander’s Sides Don’t worry, but if people ask enough about my stuff I’ll give the basic setting and rules of my world, then work up to the blog. I’ve been working on this since I was in 9th grade. I just want to know if anyone’s curious. Thank you.

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His Healing Touch

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

SPOILERS:

Gabriel and Mephisto are basically sides of Virgil and Roman respectively. They represent the sides of themselves that they do not like and try to cover up on a daily basis. Mephisto is a wizard deemed evil at first, but the sides gave him a chance and is acting friendly for now. Gabriel is an Angel and we believe he represents Anxiety’s flight part of his fight or flight reflex, but we aren’t quite sure yet. He can fly though.

Alright. Please enjoy fic I wrote!

His Healing Touch

Ships: Mabriel/Gaphisto

Words: 1,982

Warnings: Tickle fic, hurt/comfort, small amount of angst

“There. That is wormwood.” Mephisto pointed down at the peculiar root-like plant growing oblong out of the ground below. With a flap of his wings, Gabriel hummed in acknowledgement before lowering himself and the wizard down to the earth. With their soft land, Mephisto gracefully let himself down from his boyrfriend’s arms. A frown crossed the face of the angel at the sudden disembrace for he wanted the pleasant hold to continue longer than that. Sadly though, he did not take Mephisto as one for long bouts of cuddles.

“...briel? Gabriel.” He was shaken out of his thoughts by the low voice of the wizard. It entranced him, captivating his sight into focusing on the figure before him who was bending down to gather strange plant. He walked towards the other and they met him in the forest clearing, only a foot’s interval between. At this distance, it took everything in Gabriel’s power not to press a longing kiss to the man’s lips. Mephisto must have noticed the angel’s breath hitch as the gap minimized between their forms. Giving a small huff, he decided to ignore the angel’s breathless state.

“Gabriel. I need you to take me to the heart of the forest. If I want to make the elixir I will need a certain type of rare fruit that grows there: The albino dragon fruit.” Gabriel barely heard the wizard’s words but managed to set himself up for flight. With a small amount of hesitation, Mephisto climbed back into the arms of his boyfriend as they both took off for flight.

Minutes passed and Mephisto was well aware of Gabriel’s dazed state. They had already flown through about two clouds by accident, both of which left the green-robed side slightly annoyed with his flight pattern, luckily they both landed unscathed. However, they found the only albino dragon fruits left resided at the top part of the tree. Not wanting to fly again anytime soon, he kindly asked the angel to go up and get one for him.

Gabriel left the ground at his request and reached the height of the tree with ease. Once he collected the object of interest, he was about to reverse his direction when a sentient branch above him smacked the angel clean out of the air and down to the ground.

It all happened so fast in front of Mephisto’s eyes. He had enough reaction time to brandish his staff and slow the angel’s fall, but it wasn’t enough. The cry of pain Gabriel released as he hit the ground, caused a small amount of worry to enter the wizard’s widened eyes. He rushed to his side and witnessed the damage done to his boyfriend. The albino dragon fruit rolled to the ground, laying disregarded and pushed aside for the moment.

After analyzing how he fell, Mephisto determined that Gabriel had fallen with his left wing to be the first thing that touched the ground. The down from his feathers saving the important parts of his body, but the wing itself was most definitely injured. The wizard wrapped the angel’s arm around his shoulder and lifted him off the ground, the soft whimpers of pain from the angel most prominent as the weight of his body was taken off the wing.

With struggle, Mephisto managed to walk a stumbling, whimpering Gabriel over to a tree to which to rest his back on. “Let me see your wing, Gabriel.” The angel violently shook his head no, but after seeing the wizard’s very unamused face, he reluctantly complied. Roman’s side instantly began his work, setting the bones back in place, doing his best to ignore the cries and pleas from his boyfriend. After his wing was completely stretched out, Mephisto glanced to his his face only to find his heart softening at the amount of tears that were shed in pain.

“I’m sorry Gabriel. But, this is needed for the healing process. I will give you a break while I brew a healing potion.” Gabriel nodded in acknowledgement still unable to speak because the pain was too great.

Afternoon turned into night and finally Mephisto was able to gather all natural resources in order to create the potion of healing. He came back to the tree of dragon fruit to find Gabriel had gained enough strength to start a campfire by gathering wood. The angel sat next to the fire, back rested against the tree and shot him a pained smile. Mephisto exhaled a sigh of relief and joined his counterpart at the campfire.

They began to fill the silence making small talk of their more prominent sides and the spunky dragon witch Marmelade as they waited for the potion to finish brewing. After five minutes, It changed color, signifying it’s finish and silence befell the forest once again.

Mephisto only spoke up again after collecting the liquid into a flask, sitting down next to the angel’s injured wing. “I’m going to need your wing again, I’m afraid.”

Gabriel’s winced and a look of downcast appeared once again on his face, reluctantly stretching out his wing for the wizard to heal.

As predicted, Gabriel began to whine while the wizard preened his feathers with the ointment, starting at the scapula and working his way across from the tip of the wing. With each row of feathers he finished, the groans of the angel lessened. It was about his fourth row down when he noticed something strange: the sounds coming out of Gabriel’s mouth were no longer related to pain. He was giggling.

Mephisto turned his head toward Anxiety’s side to see the still small smile and tiny chuckles eliciting out of the other’s mouth. The wizard watched his boyfriend carefully as he continued running his hands through the soft feathers, the giggles becoming more prominent with each stroke he made. Mephisto inwardly smiled as the realization dawned on him.

“Ah...I see.” But the wizard made no effort to change his hand motions as he continued to apply the healing potion. Very soon, the giggles of Gabriel turned into subtle laughter. He wiggled around doing his best not to pull the wing out of the wizard’s grasp, but it became more difficult with each stroke.

Eventually the wizard’s hand found the spot he deemed most sensitive on the angel’s left wing and let his stroking fingers linger there for a bit longer than they should have. Gabriel noticed and instantly pulled his wing out from the wizard’s grasp.

“H-hey! What are y-you trying-g to do?”

Despite the mischievousness growing subtly inside the wizard’s mind, his face remained neutral if not slightly agitated that the angel interrupted the healing process.

“Gabriel. I am trying to heal you.” A corner of the wizard’s mouth twitched up slightly before settling itself back down into a frown.

“Yeah you were, but you began to tickle.” The angel flapped his healing wing, feeling the lingering tingly sensations replace the pain. Mephisto said nothing and glanced down to the remaining potion in the flask.

“Unfortunately, I will have to apply the rest of this or else the potion will have no effect and your wing will return to it’s agonizing state.”

The angel looked at his wing and then back at the wizard before extending it back out to him cautiously. “Fiiiiiiine.” But as soon as the wizard tried to grab at his wing, Gabriel’s flight response kicked in and he jerked his wing back in again, another adorable bout of giggles escaping from his mouth.

Mephisto gave a silent huff of amusement as he watched his boyfriend recoil before him. “Gabe. You cannot avoid this.”

“Nohohoho! You’re gohohohnna tickle me again-n.” The angel clutched his wing protectively against his chest.

Mephisto finally let a tiny smirk play on his lips. “It is not my fault your wings are sensitive. If anything you should be thanking me for replacing the pain and healing you at all. Now if you excuse me I’m going to finish the healing process.”

Gabriel gave a soft squeak as he reluctantly let the wizard take his wing from his clutches. The angel hid his head in his hands, bracing for the tickly feeling once again.

Mephisto began immediately, running his hands through his feathers row by row and dropping the potion as he went, rubbing it in. The heart of the forest was instantly filled with Gabriel’s shaky laughter. The wizard continued as fast as he could through the process, but found himself deliberately tickling the spots where he heard Gabriel’s laughter the most melodious. He watched his boyfriend’s antics to keep himself from escaping or fighting back with a glint of humor in his eyes.

The angel had thrown himself on the ground and beat it, trying all he could do to manage the tickles that Mephisto was dishing out. This continued for five more minutes until the wizard had covered the rest of his wing in the potion. He released him without a word and sat down to watch his boyfriend regain control of his lost sanity with a satisfied smirk illuminating his face. It was wiped, however, when he heard the sloshing of liquid in the flask still in his hand.

Looking down, he found that there was still some he needed to apply. He blinked in irritation, but an odd sound from the angel, caused his focus to shift.

“Ohohohohohowwww.” A strained bout of crying laughter pursed the winged aspect’s lips as he tried to massage the ghostly tickles away and clutch his stomach at the same time.

“Ow? Where else are you hurt, Gabe?”

“My stomahahahach’s hurting frohom lahaughing soho hahard.” The angel had little energy to spare.

“Oh...perhaps I should apply the rest of the healing ointment there too.” Mephisto couldn’t hold back his grin any longer as Gabriel’s eyes widened at his statement. He let his amusement show, casually walking up to the tired angel on the ground. Gabriel squeaked as the wizard knelt next to his trembling body and reached for the hem of his shirt.

“No! No nohonononononono!!” Gabriel tried grabbing his wrists and pushing the wizard’s hands away from his tired body, but he was too weak. “Meph please don’t!”

“I need to apply the rest or else the potion won’t take effect.” With fondness growing in his eyes, his fingers found their way under and began to work their magic. Gabriel’s laughter reappeared higher pitched as he felt the potion phase into him through his tummy and Mephisto’s fingers working on rubbing it in.

He scuttered his digits to his ribs, sides, hips, bellybutton, and armpits, all the while listening to the beautiful sound of his boyfriend’s laughter. Until finally, the last drop had been spilled and phased through his skin. Only then did Mephisto still his hands and take his fingers out from under his boyfriend’s shirt, admiring his handiwork.

Gabriel had been tickled so much that he was crying. Tears streamed down his face as his entire body quivered with the fading, exuberant laughter pouring from his mouth. With his work finished, Mephisto stood up and returned the empty flask to its right place in his satchel. He then offered the giggling angel a hand off the ground, to which Gabriel took and rose to his feet. Due to lack of energy though, his fully-healed wings slumped to the ground and he leaned on the wizard in front of him for support.

Mephisto gladly took the flier into his arms and wrapped him in a loving embrace, silence finally falling all around them. It was broken, however, by a soft, demanding statement from the angel.

“You owe me a kiss.” With an ear to the wizard’s chest, Gabriel could hear the sound of the wizard’s following chuckle ring from the depths of his lungs.

“As you wish...Gabe….” And a kiss was shared under the stars of the night sky.

[romanssippycup]

Undeniably Important Chapter 1: A Liquid Beginning

This is my very first Sander’s Sides Fanfiction that I have ever done. I currently have ten chapters and would like to make more, but I lost motivation once Sander’s Sides Appreciation Month took over my life. XD I will post the first 10 chapters and please let me know if you all want me to continue. I still have a lot of ideas for this fanfic. This was inspired by @prplzorua‘s Innerworks, but I wanted to go with a more scientific and dimensional approach on the sides.

There is Prinxiety and Logicality, but that won’t be apparent until future chapters and it is NOT the main focus of the story. There is a strong brotp between Logan and Anxiety though that starts off from the beginning. (Please note this was written before Anxiety’s name reveal.)

The story is not actually about Logan, but more of the situations between the side’s interactions. I tried to keep them all in character as much as I could. There is a lot of science as you will see in future chapters. Also please critique me on my writing from about 2 months ago. I want to see how much I’ve grown!

(Also if you want to read the actual story on wattpad, click this link.)

Also big shout out to @mewsicalmiss as we helped each other on our fanfiction. Go follow them for their awesome content!

Taglist: (Computer’s being stupid will reblog sometime with taglist)

Without further ado let’s get into it:

Words: 2,187

9:03 pm.

Logan decided that the most logical way to finish his busy day was to warm down with his favorite book: The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. If he had to count the amount of times he read it, this was probably his 32nd. Or was it his 33rd? No it was definitely his 32nd. He kept a good mental record of everything and he was sure he would have remembered if he did.

The couches in the living room were Logan's optimal place for relaxation. He could have picked any one of the three couches surrounding the tv, but for the night decided on the sofa whose back faced the kitchen. Little did Logan know that if he had chosen a different couch, the events that followed may never have taken place.

Logan was about to get to his favorite part of his book when he heard the fridge door open and close in the kitchen behind him. This stumped him as he knew that both Princy and Morality were either asleep or close to it because Thomas wanted to be in bed early tonight. No...could it be? He turned his head from the couch to spot the darker trait, walking back to his room from the kitchen with a glass of milk in hand; hence why Logan heard the Fridge.

"Hello Anxiety." he stated dryly.

Anxiety didn't even see or hear Logan when he had entered the kitchen or opened the fridge door so hearing his name being called upon from behind him spooked him out quite a bit. So much so that he jumped and spilled his milk.

"Ahh!!" Anxiety jumped and his milk spilled onto the carpet from the side of his glass. He sighed, irritated at the wet spot on the floor. "Dang it Logan! You scared me half to death."

From behind him, Logan stood up quietly, put his book down, and went to the kitchen to grab the paper towels and carpet cleaner.

"My apologies Anxiety, I was uninformed that you were unaware of my presence." He said as he knelt down to clean the carpet. Anxiety stabilized his glass of milk by taking a sip and licking the rest of the spill from his hand and the outside of the glass.

"U-uh its fine I guess..." he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. "I thought I was the only one awake. I usually am..."

"Ah. I see..." Logan responded as he finished wiping up the rest of the mess and began to spray the carpet cleaner on the stain. "Tonight Thomas has a lot on his mind and this has caused me to help him plan for tomorrow and a few days in advance. I was just warming my mind down with a book before I go to sleep. Morality and Prince have already agreed to let Thomas go to sleep early tonight. Maybe you should do the same...unless you have some unfinished business to deal with." Logan had finished up cleaning the mess and was now holding the dirty paper towels in his hands.

Anxiety looked down at where the mess used to be and then back at Logic dumbfounded at what he just did.

"Well...I usually just worry...It's my job..." He was slightly uncomfortable with the situation and telling his true reason for staying up so late.

Logan nodded at his answer. "Understandable, the milk should help however. It has been found to do more than just neutralize stomach acid. One of its main functions is to relax the body and help it maintain homeostasis while sleeping." he stated matter of factly expression unchanging.

Anxiety looked at his milk and then took a drink. After swallowing he waited for a minute and then looked at Logan as if to say, "it didn't work."

Logan gave an amused laugh. "Expect it to take effect in about 15 minutes, then you should have no problem falling asleep." he turned back to the kitchen to throw the paper towels away leaving Anxiety to ponder everything that just happened.

"Logan?"

"Yes Anxiety?" Logan threw away the trash and returned the carpet cleaner to its rightful place underneath the sink.

"Thanks for cleaning it up, but why?"

Logan walked back toward him and explained the situation through his eyes. "Simple. I said hello. My greeting frightened you and thus spilled your milk. Your hands were full and if you had tried to clean it up yourself, you would risk spilling more of your milk. I was not doing anything important and spills need to be cleaned up right away, so I decided to clean it up myself."

"But I spilled it. Isn't only 'logical' to let me clean it up?"

"Perhaps, but efficiency is key. It would have taken you much longer to clean it up, because of your current status." Logan motioned to the milk in his hand. "But also, lets not forget the amount of stains you've left behind because you 'forgot' to clean them up." Logan eyed him suspiciously.

Anxiety smirked and looked at the ground guiltly, admitting his previous actions.

"Plus I believe Patton is rubbing off on me and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not." Logan and Anxiety shared an amused chuckle. "About the milk though, did you know that it would help you relax? Or did you just decide against a carbonated drink tonight?"

Anxiety raised his head slightly. "I knew that whenever Thomas drank milk I felt no need to-ya know- bother him. I thought that maybe...I might sleep peacefully too. For once.."

Logan's expression was still unchanged. "It seems as you have made a correct beverage choice then, have a good night."

As Logan turned back to the couch, a door down the hall opened and hall light was flicked on causing the two aspects to jump back as their eyes got used to the blinding light.

"Did somebody say my name!?" Patton jumped out of his room in his kitty onesie with a teddy bear doing a ta-da pose.

Before the other two aspects had time to groan, another door opened and out walked Roman in a frog onesie.

"Shush Morality! I am trying to get my beauty sleep."

Logan and Anxiety exchanged panicked glances. Crap. They were both up.

Morality jumped for joy. "Yay! We are all awake now! Lets watch a movie."

"What?! No! Its 9:10 pm! Logan and I both agreed Thomas would go to bed early because of all the things he has to to do tomorrow. You even agreed with us Morality." An agitated Princy declared while motioning to Logan.

Anxiety immediatly downed the rest of his milk. He was not going to put up with this tonight.

"I knnnnoooowww." Morality pouted. "But Im wide awake now."

Suddenly, Thomas materialized in the middle of the hallway. "Sorry guys. I just had some caffeine." He sheepishly admitted.

Anxiety groaned. Logan facepalmed. Princy was annoyed. And Morality just stood there vibrating like a chihuahua.

"What!? Thomas! We had just-"

As Princy bickered with Morality and Thomas, Logan carefully whispered to Anxiety. "Anxiety...is there any milk left?" Neither wanted to deal with hyper Morality, especially Logan.

Anxiety didn't take his eyes off of the argument in front of him and slowly nodded. He slinked silently into the kitchen with Logan following close behind. Anxiety silently opened the fridge to not disturb the quarrel in the hallway and grabbed out a somewhat full carton of milk.

"Help yourself." He mumbled after he had poured himself a second glass. "I am not dealing with these idiots tonight."

Logan huffed in amusement as he reached for a glass in the cupboard and began to pour himself a glass of milk. "Milk is not a drug Anxiety, its just a natural relaxant. And don't drink too much. Or you might get a stomach ache."

"Since, when have you started to worry about me? Wow, Morality has rubbed off on you. You gotta dad joke to share too now?" Anxiety pestered Logic waiting to see a reaction.

Its safe to say that Logan was not the least bit amused. "Only if you 'share' that love poem you wrote." Logan shot back.

Before Anxiety could even think about reacting, Thomas, Princey, and Morality walked out of the hallway to the living room loudly bickering over which Disney Movie to watch. It was obvious Princey was immediatly sucked right in to the movie night idea. He turned Logan's way and mouthed the words "I'm sorry." to him.

Logan groaned and downed his glass of milk immediatly. "What were you saying about drinking too much?" Anxiety took another chance to poke fun at him.

Logan shot another glance at Anxiety, but was quickly interrupted by Morality.

"Heya kiddos! We are gonna watch a disney movie. I think Thomas wants to watch Treasure Planet. Oh is that milk?! I guess you can say all the vitamins and minerals it has in it is a real-"

"Don't you dare!" Logan pointed a finger at Patton.

"BONE-us!!"

Anxiety chuckled as Logan fumed.

Morality chuckled too. "And remember kiddos! Don't drink too much milk or it will give you a stomach ache."

Anxiety had to cover his mouth with his hand to keep from laughing out loud. The annoyed facial expression that Logan portrayed was absolutely priceless.

"Oh my god! You HAVE turned into dad! You even said the same thing as him." He mumbled through his hand.

Logan didn't say anything and put the milk back inside the fridge and went to the far left couch. He looked completely defeated. So much so that Anxiety had almost felt sorry, but he really wasn't. This was just too funny.

Not wanting to have to deal with a pouting Morality, Anxiety reluctantly joined in on the movie night and sat in the only seat open which, unfortunately for both of them, was right next to Logan. He normally would slink away to his room, but he wanted to trust what Logan said for once, about the milk being a natural relaxant. If Logic was correct then he would be long gone about 15 minutes into the movie. If it didn't work he would never let Logan live it down that he was wrong. Either way Anxiety won.

Logic didn't even flinch when Anxiety sat down next to him. He had his book in his hands again and had continued reading from where he had left off when Anxiety had spilled his milk.

"Okay! Movies ready to go!" Thomas grabbed the tv remote and turned on the tv to the Main Menu of Treasure Planet. Princey came back with a large bowl of popcorn. Logan reluctantly closed his book and decided to be attentative.

"Okay! I am ready! Let us begin!" Princey sat with Morality on the opposite couch as Anxiety and Logan were sitting while Thomas sat on the couch in front of the TV by himself.

Thomas hit play, the lights in the living room dimmed, and the movie began.

Anxiety was watching but soon found himself failing to keep his eyes open. He yawned once and let himself drift off to sleep. The milk had helped him relax.

Part 2

[cefstickles]

Tickled Pink

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

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

Tickled Pink

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

Words ~ 1,803 ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“See Logan? Virgil agrees with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s all yours Patton!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAPPPP!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Patton. I promise...not only to you, but...to all of you.”

[romanssippycup]

Undeniably Important Chapter 3: Restraunt Restraint

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Chapter 1 -- Chapter 2

8:10 am

Thomas had sat down on his couch waiting for his aspects to spring up from the mind palace. He had sent the summon about a minute before and expected a quicker response.

"You called?" Princey sprung up striking his fanciful pose.

"Hey Princey! I'll talk about what I called everyone for once they all get here."

"Alright. As you wish Thomas. Patton is just turning off the stove, he will be up soon."

Thomas gave a bewildered look. "You guys eat breakfast too?"

"Well yes of course. We need energy same as you."

"What did Patton make for breakfast?"

"Bacon and Waffles."

"And you didn't invite me!?"

"Well it seemed as if you had your breakfast under control."

"But that sounds much better than Oatmeal and a granola bar." Thomas whined slightly. "Did he make it for all of you?"

"Yes. Patton usually makes breakfast. I create lunch for everyone. Dinner is quite random. It really depends on the night." Roman scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Has Anxiety or Logan ever cooked?"

Roman's face fell slightly at the mention of the trait he had hurt earlier that morning. "Yes. Logan does cook. His meals are exquisite. Anxiety, on the other hand, has only ever cooked once and it wasn't anything fancy, not that he really is fancy."

"I heard that." Anxiety popped up on the stairs.

"Hey Anxiety." Thomas half waved to him.

"Hey Thomas." Anxiety greeted him with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"Well, its true you aren't that fancy. I mean all you made was Mac n' Cheese."

"Yeah, but its better than that carrot cake you 'attempted' to make."

"Logan liked it."

"Yeah. And only Logan."

"Speaking of the teacher, where exactly is he?" Thomas inquired. "He's usually one of the first ones here."

"Having a mental breakdown in his room." Anxiety stated while looking at his fingernails.

"What?!" Thomas was shocked and Princey looked down at the ground feeling very guilty.

"I'll let Roman tell you why. He still needs to apologize." And with that Anxiety sunk back down.

"Roman. What happened?" Thomas looked sternly at Princey.

"Well-"

Suddenly Morality entered the conversation. "Princey was singing this morning and played a really funny prank on Logic, but Princey took it too far when he said that it didn't matter because Logic couldn't feel anything anyways."

Thomas gasped. "You said that?!"

Roman looked at his feet. "Yes."

"And you didn't even apologize?"

"I also thought that didn't matter because he wouldn't understand the mushy 'I'm sorry' business. He hasn't understood it in the past." Roman assumed his fanciful pose.

Thomas rubbed the bridge of his nose in disbelief.

"Then I told him to do it anyway. Logan may not understand feelings, but he does understand when someone says something mean and means it. He understands logical emotions such as trust, honesty, and loyalty. I know that's more of my department, but Logic is always included in building friendships. He understands the cause and effects of people's choices." Morality stated.

"Wow. That...makes sense. Okay Roman. When Logan gets up here you will apologize."

"Oh alright. I suppose I should." Roman clicked his tongue in obvious regret for his mistake.

"That was a fun movie night last night though." Thomas changed the subject to get Princey's mind on something else.

"Yes it was fun! It was too bad those two fell asleep so early. That was the first time I saw Logan ever sleep out in the living room. He must have been tired." Patton scratched his chin.

"His sleeping position was hilarious." Roman pointed out.

"It was almost as if he was sleep reading." Morality giggled.

"He's such a nerd I swear." Roman chuckled.

"An important nerd though." Thomas pointed at Roman warningly.

"Yes yes alright. You do need him Thomas."

"And so do you Princey." Morality teasingly and playfully punched prince in the shoulder.

"Yes I suppose I do need him too."

"What was that Roman?" Logan appeared and gave Roman a slightly haughty look.

"Hey Logan!" Thomas and Morality both said at about the same time.

"Salutations." He waved back.

"I was just saying how you were a nerd and-" The looks Roman got from Morality and Thomas slightly destroyed his ego.

"Okay! Okay! Fine. Logan I am sorry. Yes I played a silly trick on you and I am not sorry for that. But what I am sorry for, is pretending that I knew who you were and how you would react."

"Yes. Your apology is accepted Roman, but you said something else right before I appeared."

"Ugh! Fine. I and Thomas both need you." Princey huffed. He had been defeated.

"'Thomas and I'. But, thank you for apologizing Roman. So often we sides tend to hurt each other's... "feelings", because we hardly know anything personal about our counterparts. Perhaps if we spent more time together, that wouldn't be the case." Logan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

The room went silent. Morality, Roman and Thomas were obviously thinking about what Logan had just suggested.

"We have spent time together. That's when everything goes downhill and we get hurt." Anxiety reentered. "This morning was a perfect example."

"I don't think Logan is just talking about movie nights and board games, Anxiety." Morality chimed in.

"Yes and we wouldn't be rolling down hills either Anxiety. That practice is very unsafe."

"Ugh. Again with taking me literally." Anxiety slinked back and leaned against the wall.

"I love that you're all trying to think up of ways to get to know each other better, but I kind of need some help right now." Thomas slightly butted in as he wanted his situation dealt with asap.

"Oh yes of course, Thomas. That is what we are here for." Princey's ego had resurfaced.

"What can we do for you Thomas?" Logan added.

"I'm just nervous."

"Because you're going out with friends today and they told you to pick the restaurant this time. I know because I saw it on Logan's to do list. Yeah, you should be nervous Thomas. What if you pick a place only you like? They will think you're selfish." Anxiety attacked.

"Nuuuuuu! That's not true!!!" Thomas began to worry.

"Calm down kiddo. Let's not jump to conclusions here. We all know what your friends like, so we can make a judgement based on that." Everyone turned to Morality.

"Since when have you become Logan?" Roman scoffed at Morality.

Anxiety threw up his eyebrows in surprise and Logan had his hands over his mouth in utter shock. "I am very proud of you Patt-"

"We all know your friends like bagels!"

Everyone sighed in disappointment.

"I'm pretty sure only you like bagels Morality." Thomas responded.

"Dang. So close." Logan put his hands down and on hips looking very disappointed.

"But I did like Patton's idea." Thomas thought. "Logan?"

"Yes Thomas?" He turned his head toward his 'host'.

"Could you give me a list of all the possible places we could go that my friends would enjoy?"

Logan snapped and his writing tablet and pen appeared in his hands. "Give me a half an hour and the list will be ready." Logan motioned to Thomas and he sank back down into the mind palace.

"I guess you will call us in a half an hour then?" Princey asked.

Thomas shrugged. "Unless you want to stay and we can start a disney movie together."

"Don't you have chores to do Thomas? You haven't even done laundry in like three weeks." Anxiety huffed in disgust.

"Ugh. Oh fine. Might as well do that before I go out today. Thank you for reminding me Anxiety."

"Your...welc-?"

"Welp! I'm gonna go put the leftovers away. Haha!" With that Patton sank down.

"I too believe I have some unfinished business back in the mind palace, anyways. Toodles!" Roman followed Morality's lead leaving Anxiety and Thomas alone.

"Are you...doing okay Anxiety?" Thomas broke the awkward silence.

"Why does it matter to you?" Anxiety snapped back at him.

"Because whenever you aren't feeling okay, neither am I. I just wanted to empathize with you...even just a little?" Thomas asked sheepishly.

Anxiety looked around at all the places his fellow traits would be, looking for lingerers.

"Ugh. Fine. Look, it wasn't a good morning for me or Logan. I am just really annoyed at everyone right now. Can I go?" Anxiety pointed downward with a very irritated look on his face.

Thomas threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "Sure."

"Thanks..." Anxiety quickly left the real world leaving Thomas alone to do Laundry.

8:32 am

Logan was finishing up his list that Thomas had asked him to write when he heard a knock at his door.

"Who is it?" Logan asked in his normal voice.

"It's your dad, kiddo." Morality sounded as chipper as usual from the other side of the door.

Logan rolled his eyes, stood up, and opened the door. "Is there something I can do for you Morality?"

"Oh nothin' really. I just wanted to let you know I did the dishes for you." He smiled wide.

"But...it was my turn to wash the dishes." Logan was slightly confused.

Morality laughed. "I know Logy. I knew you were busy on Thomas's restaurant list, so I thought you could use one less thing off your mind. Right?" Morality held his arms open wide as if asking for a hug in return.

"Its just Logan." Logic blinked not moving a muscle.

Princey teleported next to Morality.

"Now what I believe Morality wants you to say, Logan, is thank you."

"Thank...you-?" Logan was now very confused.

"Your velcro!"

Silence.

"Morality it's your welcome." Roman looked at him about as confused as Logan now.

"Oh I knew that. I was just thinking velcro might hold your tie in place better, Logan. A small sticky patch that can be put on and removed easily from your clothes might do the trick. I know you hate it when it's messed up." Morality motioned to Logan's necktie.

Logan looked down at his tie and then back up at Morality. "That...is actually a very useful tip. I might just do that Morality. Thank you."

"Darn it Morality. You ruined the moment. It was a good Disney joke too."

"After this morning Princey, I don't think anyone wants to hear anymore Disney jokes."

The three aspects turned to the opposite, protruding corner of the hallway to see Anxiety leaned up against it.

"How would you kn-"

The door that Logan was holding open was now shut and locked from the inside.

"Just saying." Anxiety pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the living room.

Princey and Morality followed him.

"Was Logan's mental breakdown really that..." Once they rounded the corner to enter the living room, Princey's voice trailed off as he realized that Anxiety was no longer there and he was just talking to empty space.

"...bad...?"

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