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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 months

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Tickle Fight!

[olivia's note: hi gang!!! apologies for this story taking so long to go up, but this is a submission from anne onymous in honor of patton's most recent birthday! anne, you're amazing!]

Roman and Patton had many things in common but one of their favourites was their love for tickling. Roman enjoyed coming up with new methods, teases and games, as well as pushing his endurance and testing his strength while Patton loved making others laugh and playing with his friends. It was the perfect activity for both of them. Which is why Roman wanted to do something fun with Patton today, practically skipping down the hall to his door before knocking rhythmically. "Oh Pattoooon!" Roman called out in a sing-song voice, grinning as the moral Side opened the door. "Hi Roman, what's up?" Patton greeted. "Follow me, Padre. I have a fun surprise planned for us." Roman said extending his hand out to his friend. "Yay! I love surprises!" Patton exclaimed before holding the prince's hand and following Roman to his room. As Roman closed and locked the door behind them, Patton took in his surroundings. Roman's room had a tendency to shapeshift into many things, usually forests and other fantastical layouts but this truly stood out from past creations. It appeared he and Roman had walked into some kind of wrestling ring and the walls outside of it appeared to be covered in soundproof padding.

"Conjoured up this room especially for us so we could have a little playtime. Wanna have a tickle fight?" Roman asked as if he needed an answer, Patton was already bouncing with giddiness at the revelation of what they were doing. "I'd love to! What are the rules?" Patton squealed in excitement. Roman paused. He didn't think this through, he'd better come up with something on the spot. "After a countdown from three, we're free to tickle each other until someone taps out or yells the safeword. You can call for a time-out or break at any time, and I did a little trick with the door so the amount of time that passes in here doesn't pass out there, so we won't be interrupted." Roman said. "Sounds fun! What's the safeword?" Patton asked. "I thought I'd let you do the honours." Roman replied. Patton took a few minutes to think of a word they could both easily remember before ultimately settling on "Thomas". To make things easier, Roman decided to change into something that would make his tickle spots more accessible. He chose a white tank top with some red shorts and removed his socks. Patton went with something similar, a light blue tank top and grey shorts with no socks. After some debate, he allowed Roman to take his glasses and put them somewhere safe so they wouldn't get broken during their game. "Alright, three...two...one...go!" Roman exclaimed.

The two circled the ring, not breaking eye contact as each Side waited for the other to strike. Finally, Roman hug-tackled Patton from behind, bringing them both to the floor and scribbled at his tummy. "Cootchie cootchie coo, cutie-pie!" Roman teased as Patton giggled and squirmed in his embrace. "Rohohohoman, you're cheheheheating! Hahahahaha!" Patton protested. "Me?! Cheat?! How dare you insult my honour like that! Accusing me of such a thing, what could possibly lead you to believe something like that?" Roman queried in a mock-insulted tone. "You're beheheheing too teheheheasy!" Patton giggled. "Last I checked, teasing isn't against the rules." Roman remarked. Patton took advantage of Roman's lack of focus and flipped them over, now straddling Roman's hips and scratching at his armpits. "So I can do THIS?! Tickle tickle tickle, my little white knight! Who's a ticklish little princey? Ah kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton cooed. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO WOHOHORST SPOHOHOTS FIHIHIRST!!! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!!!" Roman bellowed as his arms came crashing down to protect his pits. "Well, how can I move? My hands are stuck." Patton taunted. "THAHAHAT'S IT!!!" Roman yelled, grabbing Patton's hands and pinning them down to the floor, right above his head. Smirking down at the moral Side, he started tasing his hips one at a time, making Patton wiggle like a worm.

"NAHAHAHAHA!!! ROHOHOHOMAN, I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!!" Patton cackled. "A simple "sorry" won't cut it, Specs. That's twice you've insulted my honour, I think a certain Side needs to be taught some manners." Roman said, making Patton blush. If there was one thing that flustered him more than tickles, it was tickles mixed with the idea he'd been naughty. "IHIHI'M A NIHIHICE PEHEHERSOHOHON!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Patton guffawed. "Tsk tsk, I don't think so, Patton. I think you've been a very naughty little Side and need a tickly time out." Roman taunted. "I AHAHAM GOHOHOHOOD, I SWEHEHEHEAR!!!" Patton bellowed. "And now you're swearing? Jiminy Cricket, the audacity–oh, you mean swear as in promise. Ok, Patton, pop quiz. What are the magic words?" Roman queried, taking it down a notch so Patton could talk easier. "Plehehease and thahahank you!" Patton answered through his chuckles. "That's right! And is there perhaps a bonus third option you'd like to share?" Roman asked. "Yohohou're wehehelcohohome!" Patton giggled. "Well done! Such a good little Side you are! And speaking of sides..." Roman trailed off before squeezing Patton's sides, causing him to squeal and kick. Thankfully, with both of Roman's hands tickling his sides, Patton's hands were free to tickle the prince back at the same spot. The two rolled around on the floor as they each fought for the upper hand.

"You cahahahan't dohoho this fohohoreveheher!" Roman sassed through his laughter. "Dohohon't need tohohoho! I juhuhust gotta wahahait untihihil you're tihihihired!" Patton chuckled. Although the truth was, he was getting tired, but he wasn't gonna give up that easily. In a desperate attempt to win, he managed to rip off Roman's tank top and started poking all over his upper body. Just as he hoped, Roman's arms retracted and resorted to trying to cover himself. "Pahahahatton, nohoho plahahaying dihihihirty! Hahahahaha!" Roman squealed. Patton laughed along with his creative companion, completely unaware of what was coming. If Patton thought he could play dirty with Roman to defeat him, he clearly has no idea what having Remus for a brother is like. Trying his hardest to concentrate, Roman quickly lifted Patton's shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, catching Patton off guard and causing him to come tumbling down as he squealed in surprise. This gave Roman a chance to straddle him and pin his wrists with one hand while the other slowly slid Patton's tank top off, the moral Side squirming and trembling as he did so. "Did you really think a little stunt like that would go unpunished?" Roman queried. "My bad?" Patton said, at a loss for words but not wanting to seem like he was ignoring Roman. "Things are certainly about to get bad for you." Roman remarked before blowing another raspberry on Patton's belly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH JEHEHEHEHEEZ!" Patton cackled. "Aww, does little Patty-cakes like the raspberries on his tummy-wummy? Does he want more belly raspberries? Ooh, or should I say "raspbellies"?" Roman taunted, smirking at his own wordplay. "Yehehehes, he dohohohoes!" Patton giggled. Unsure which part he was saying "yes" to, Roman simply kept going. As much as Patton loved raspberries on one of his favourite tickle spots, this tickle fight was becoming very one-sided. Time to get payback. Next time Roman got back up for air, Patton blew a raspberry into the first tickle spot his mouth could reach: his ribs. Roman came toppling down with laughter at the surprise contact and accepted the rightful revenge as Patton covered his ribs top to bottom in a mixture of little and long raspberries. It was pretty fun, until he needed air. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! TIHIMEOHOHOHOUT!" Roman bellowed. Patton stopped immediately. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeah...just need a breather. I'll be good to go...in a few minutes." Roman panted. The two rested on the floor and stared up at the ceiling as they took a well-needed break. Roman even transfigured the ceiling into a summery sky so they could cloudgaze as they relaxed. It was calm and peaceful. For now.

Unbeknownst to each of the two, both Sides had the same plan. As soon as the other was looking a little too relaxed, time to go for the feet. Patton let out a sigh when Roman decided to strike. He was practically lying next to him, upside down from Roman's perspective, making it easy to grab his ankles and go to town. "Hehehehehey! I wahahas gonna tihihickle yohohohou!" Patton whined through his giggles. "Well, what's stopping you?" Roman asked. At these words, Patton grabbed Roman's feet and scribbled up the soles. "Hahahahaha! Nohohow ihihit's a reheheal tickle fihihight!" Roman chuckled. The prince and the father figure laughed as they continued their tickly torment until Patton gave in and let go of Roman's ankles when Roman went for his toes. It wasn't his worst spot, but it was a close second. Through his hyper giggles, he swore he could hear Roman doing "This Little Piggy" much to his excitement. It was one of his favourite tickle games, right up there with "Round The Garden" and "Arms Up". But as Roman's hands went "wee wee wee all the way home", Patton found himself grabbing his hands as they got a little too close to his thighs. Roman was alarmed by Patton's tight grip on his wrists. It didn't hurt or anything, but it was a very firm grasp. He looked up and noticed Patton's face looked...scared?

"I...I don't like having my thighs touched. I didn't have something bad happen to me or anything, it's nothing like that! I just really don't like anyone touching me there. It makes me uncomfortable. Could you not tickle me there? Please?" Patton explained. Filling with guilt at this revelation, Roman moved his hands away. "I'm sorry, Patton. Guess we should've discussed boundaries before we started any of this. Is there anywhere else I should avoid?" Roman inquired. Patton bit his lip and sat up as he thought to himself. "No, it's just my thighs. What about you?" Patton asked. Roman thought for a minute and was about to say that he couldn't think of any uncomfortable spots until he remembered something. "Even though it still makes me laugh, I hate having my bellybutton tickled, it hurts." Roman admitted. "Good to know. I'll stay away from there from now on. No more games of "Round The Garden" for you." Patton promised. "Speaking of which..." Roman said before tackling Patton down and straddling his hips, tracing around his bellybutton with his finger. "Round and round the garden, goes the teddy bear..." Roman sang, smirking at Patton who was squirming and giggling in anticipation. "One step, two steps..." Roman continued as he walked his fingers closer. "I tickle you under there!" Roman exclaimed, gently wiggling his finger in the navel.

"Hahahahahahaha! It's sohohoho tihihickly! Hahahahaha!" Patton squealed. "I should certainly hope so, that's the point...er." Roman remarked, pulling his finger out. "Get it? Because I'm using my pointer finger?" Roman added, wiggling the finger for emphasis. Patton giggled at the wordplay before bursting into hearty laughter again as Roman continued to drive him mad with just one digit. "Hahahahaha! Rohohohoman, stohohohohop!" Patton squeaked. As soon as he heard "stop", Roman removed his finger again. "Everything alright?" Roman inquired. "Yeah. But can we take another break please?" Patton asked. "Sure. And this time, no more sneaky tricks." Roman said. "Deal." Patton agreed. The two once again looked up at the makeshift sky as they settled from the excitement of their little game. They managed to spot the shapes of a dragon, a unicorn, a heart, an alligator, a heffalump and crashing waves in the clouds before Roman spoke up. "Wanna make things a little more fun?" Roman asked. "How?" Patton inquired. With a click of his fingers, Roman showed him exactly what he meant. In front of them was two hairbrushes, a bottle of baby oil, two electric toothbrushes, a pile of all kinds of feathers in different sizes and colours, and two featherdusters.

"Ooh, are you sure, Roman?" Patton asked. Of course he was excited, but he was also feeling nervous at the sight of all those tickle tools. "Sure, why not? And you still remember the safeword, right?" Roman checked. Patton nodded. He debated in his head if he truly wanted this or not. It could be pretty intense, but maybe he'll enjoy it. "I guess we can try it. And we can stop at any time, right?" Patton checked. "Of course we can. Don't worry, it'll be fun. I promise." Roman reassured. "Ok then. But maybe we should take turns to do this." Patton suggested. "Yeah, I suppose if we did it at the same time like before, we might break something. So who's going first?" Roman queried. "Well, it was your idea." Patton pointed out. "So am I first at the tickling or being tickled?" Roman asked. Patton didn't answer. This wasn't as easy as they thought it would be. "I know, we'll "Rock Paper Scissors" for it. Whoever loses gets tickled and the winner is the tickler." Patton said. "Sounds fair to me." Roman agreed. They decided to do best of three. Round 1: Roman won. Round 2: Patton won. Round 3: Tie. Bonus round: Roman won. "Huzzah! Looks like it's tickle time for you, dear Patton." Roman teased. Patton looked away sheepishly and laid down, nervous giggles threatening to escape his anxious grin.

"So, how do we know when it's the other person's turn?" Patton asked. "I guess when the person being tickled says "Thomas" or something like "stop" I suppose." Roman replied, observing the tools and wondering which one to use first. He thought a warm up would be best since he didn't want to actually torture Patton, it was just a game after all. "Let's start off easy, build our way up." Roman said, plucking a long red feather from the assortment of tools. Patton nodded in agreement, relaxed slightly knowing they were being gentle first. His sigh of relief was interrupted by light giggles when he felt Roman flutter the feather around his ears and under his chin. "Does this tickle?" Roman cooed. Patton nodded, afraid that talking would make his giggles stop. "How adorable." Roman gushed, focusing the feather around Patton's neck. It was definitely ticklish, but not as ticklish as Patton hoped. He couldn't help but let out a whine when Roman stopped. "It's ok, I'm not finished yet." Roman assured. He straddled Patton's calves and pulled back his toes, flickering the feather under the digits. No longer just tittering from the tickles, unstoppable giggles erupted uncontrollably from Patton as his toes were attacked.

"Hahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles!" Patton squealed. "Aww, does Patton like the tickly-tickles on his tootsies?" Roman teased. "Yehehehes, I lohohohove ihihit! Keep gohohohoing!" Patton giggled. How could Roman say no to that? As he explored the ticklishness of Patton's toes, he found some interesting reactions. It seemed his big toe was the least ticklish although still very sensitive, his pinky toe made him jump and sawing the feather between the wiggly digits made his laugh go squeaky to the point Roman fell off Patton's legs with laughter. "Oh my gohohod, you sounded like a bahahaby!" Roman laughed. "I sounded like a cute baby!" Patton said matter-of-factly. Roman rolled his eyes at his friend's unintentional sass. "So, wanna keep going?" Roman asked. "Hmm, nah, I think it's my turn now." Patton decided. Roman put the feather back and laid down expectantly. Patton decided to follow Roman's example and grabbed two fluffy blue feathers and a featherduster for later. "Ok kiddo, arms up!" Patton instructed. Roman's eyes lit up and he immediately obeyed. This was his favourite tickle game, he loved a challenge. Patton straddled his hips and began circling the feathers around the pits, expecting some giggles but got steady laughter instead.

"Hahahahahaha! Oh my gohohohohod! Hahahahaha!" Roman chuckled. "Wow, your pits really are a bad spot, huh?" Patton commented. Roman couldn't even respond, too focused on keeping his twitching arms up. Patton could see he was struggling and moved the feathers down to his sides, calming the laughter down to hyper giggles. He occasionally flickered a feather over Roman's tummy, eliciting squeaks and kicks each time he did so. As he kept doing this, he did his best to avoid Roman's bellybutton. He was slightly tempted to give it a cheeky tickle but Roman had told him to avoid it. Little did he know, that's exactly what Roman wanted. He regretted the way he told Patton to avoid that spot, not explaining that he'd be ok with soft tickles there since that won't hurt. Dismissing the rules, Roman got a hold of Patton's hands and moved them over his bellybutton before raising his arms up again. "Go ahead, I know you want to." Roman encouraged. "I can't, I shouldn't, you said it hurts." Patton argued. "With a finger, it hurts. I doubt a feather is gonna give me any pain." Roman remarked. Patton took a moment to consider this. Well, he was giving his permission and could tell him to stop when he needs to. "Ummm...well...ok. If you're sure." Patton agreed hesitantly. "Perhaps you would feel more confident if you were to sing a little song?" Roman suggested. Patton instantly perked up at this suggestion and grabbed both feathers with one hand, circling them around the navel.

"Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear." Patton sang, delighted by Roman's anticipatory giggles. "One step, two step, a tickly under there!" Patton exclaimed as he wiggled the feathers in Roman's bellybutton, causing Roman throw his head back in laughter, kicking and squirming. "Hahahahahahaha! Thihihis feels wahahahay behehehetter!" Roman cackled. His arms threatened to come down but he made the smart decision to interlock his fingers so they couldn't get past his head. "Good to know I can still play this with you, I just gotta remember to use feathers." Patton remarked. After about a minute, Roman's arms finally gave in and shot down to protect his navel. "How was that?" Patton inquired. "Fun." Roman answered. Noticing Roman didn't make any move to take his next turn at tickler, Patton guessed that in this riled up state, Roman wanted more. "Something I noticed during all that kicking earlier, when was the last time you remembered to dust your feet?" Patton asked as he picked up the featherduster and waved it around, causing Roman to squirm. "I-I'm pretty sure people d-don't typically do that." Roman stammered. "Au contraire, mon frere. It's very important to make sure every part of you is nice and clean." Patton said, fluttering the featherduster across his feet.

"Hahahahahaha! It tihihickles sohohoho much!" Roman laughed. "It tickles? Roman, try to take this seriously. Your feet are very dusty and I'm just trying to clean them. But since you'd rather play games than take care of your hygiene..." Patton said, moving the tickle tool away. Against his better judgement, Roman looked at Patton to see what he was planning next. "Looks like someone needs some ticklies on his toesies!" Patton teased, waving the featherduster directly over Roman's wiggly toes. "Hahahahahaha! Pahahattohohon, nohohohot the tohohohoes!" Roman squeaked. "Had enough?" Patton asked but Roman's headshake was enough to tell him that was just a general statement, not actual pleading. "Good, because this is very important. Lots of dirt can get stuck around your toes if you don't dust them regularly." Patton taunted. "Nohohoho one duhuhuhusts their tohohohohoes, you neheheheat freheheheak!" Roman cackled. "Well, that wasn't very nice. Here I am trying to help you and you insult me? Uh-oh Roman, looks like you got some dust behind your ears. I'll get it!" Patton teased, fluttering the feathers over his ears. "Ahahahahaha! Pahahattohohon, stohohohohop ihihit!" Roman squealed. Patton listened and put the tools back.

"You good?" Patton asked. "Yeah. It just really tickled, but in a weird way. It was so ticklish, but instead of laughing hard, I just couldn't stop giggling." Roman explained. "Yeah, that can happen sometimes. Well, my turn for tickles now." Patton said, laying across Roman's lap. Roman smiled down at his cooperative companion. He reached for the baby oil and popped off the lid, pouring the liquid onto Patton's belly but was alarmed when he heard him wince and felt him shiver. "Sorry. It's a little cold." Patton explained. Roman simply nodded in understanding and put the bottle aside. He began using his fingers to help spread the oil around but even just this motion caused Patton to giggle and squirm. Roman couldn't help but skitter his fingers across Patton's ribs and tummy to test the waters. The loud squeal mixed with his kicks and batting at his hands was all the proof Roman needed that this was gonna be great. Deciding not to keep his friend waiting, Roman grabbed one of the electric toothbrushes and turned it on. Patton perked up when he heard buzzing and couldn't help but stare at the "weapon" in Roman's hand, mostly to avoid Roman's cocky smirk and mischievous gaze. "Tickle tickle, little tummy-tum." Roman teased, swirling the brush round and round all over Patton's belly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOHOMAN! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton bellowed. "I'm right here, Patton. Why are you yelling?" Roman teased. Patton didn't bother responding and continued to laugh. "Say, Patton? Do you know how many ribs a person has?" Roman queried. "IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON'T KNOHOHOHOW!" Patton hollered. "Ah yes, that's right. Knowledge is Logan's department. Oh well, guess we'll have to find out ourselves." Roman remarked as he grabbed the other toothbrush and switched it on. He moved both brushes from Patton's tummy to his bottom ribs, making sure to tickle all the way up. "Let's count in twos, shall we? It'll probably save time. Two, four, si–Patton, you're being very loud and your shaking is distracting, can you please stop?" Roman requested. "I CAHAHAHAN'T HEHEHEHELP IHIHIT! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton shrieked. It was taking all of his strength to not push those tickly toothbrushes away. "Fine, I'll try to work around it. Eight, te–wait, was it eight or six? Great, now I have to start all over again." Roman said. It took three more times but they finally finished the game. However, Roman wasn't done yet. He put away the second toothbrush, grabbed the baby oil bottle and poured some into Patton's bellybutton.

"R-Roman, w-what are you d-doing?" Patton stuttered, nervously squirming as the cold liquid filled his navel. Roman said nothing and dipped the brush into his bellybutton, causing Patton to scream with laughter and kick and buck with renewed strength. "Cootchie coo, little bellybutton." Roman teased, barely able to hear himself or the toothbrush over Patton's cackles. "NAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ROHOHOHOHO!!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!!" Patton begged. Roman tossed the toothbrush away and summoned a towel to wipe off the remaining baby oil. This proved to be a bit of a challenge when trying to get it out of Patton's tortured navel as he was so riled up, even that tickled him. Once Roman got it all off, he noticed Patton was taking longer than usual to catch his breath. "You ok, Patton?" Roman asked. Patton gave a weak thumbs up, still not quite ready to speak yet. Roman summoned a glass of water and handed it to Patton who gulped it down gratefully. "Thanks." Patton sighed, handing back the empty glass. "Hakuna Matata. You sure you're alright?" Roman checked. "Yeah, no worries. But I think I'm all tickled out for the day." Patton confessed. "Fine by me, just means we saved the best for last for our grand finale." Roman remarked.

Patton giggled at the creative Side's boastful nature as he pat the ground to let Roman know to lie down again, which he gladly did. "Don't bother holding back, I want you to break me." Roman said. Patton flinched at the use of that term. "What do you mean?" Patton asked. "I wanna be laughing so much, I can't even focus on anything else. I wanna be tickled to the point all I can do is lie there and laugh and laugh, barely able to even speak." Roman rambled dreamily. He must've been wanting this for quite a while. No wonder he suggested all of this in the first place. "But if you can't talk, then how will I know when you're done? What if I go too far?" Patton inquired. "I'll just pound the ground with my hands when I've had enough if I can't say the safeword, I promise. Please, Patton. I really want this." Roman assured, flashing his best puppy-dog eyes. They're not as good as Patton's, but definitely just as effective. "Ok. If you're sure you really want this and it'll make you happy, I'll do this for you." Patton agreed. Roman almost knocked Patton down with the hug he gave him before lying back down. "After all, who better to go to for this than the tickle monster?" Patton purred. Roman's heart leapt at that. Patton just called himself the tickle monster, he's in for it.

"Now, the tickle monster doesn't like his victims dirty, so let's get you cleaned up all nice for him." Patton monologued, grabbing the baby oil and Roman's ankles. "Let's start with these feet of yours. They do a lot of walking to so many places, who knows what they might've picked up." Patton continued as he spread the liquid across Roman's feet, massaging it in with his thumbs. This alone got Roman laughing already. "Ooh, someone's a giggly little guy, huh? And would you lookie here? Looks like you tried to dust your feet, silly billy. Everyone knows it's more thorough to brush." Patton taunted. Roman thought this meant he was gonna get the toothbrushes like he did but was instead horrified when he saw Patton pick up a hairbrush. "Time to get scrubbing!" Patton exclaimed, putting Roman's ankles in a headlock and raking the brush over the prince's feet. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOD! IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Roman howled. "Scrub a dub dub, Prince Roman's not a grub!" Patton sang merrily. "THAHAHAT'S NOT EHEHEVEN THE WOHOHOHORDS! HAHAHAHAHA!" Roman bellowed. "Well you're not in a tub, mister, so that wouldn't work, now would it?" Patton asked sarcastically. He always got a little sassy when he's playing the tickle monster.

"But these brushes won't be as good for those itty bitty toes of yours. There's so many teensy tiny nooks and crannies that you gotta use something smaller." Patton said, putting the hairbrush away and grabbing an electric toothbrush. This gave Roman a feeling of relief until he saw Patton squirt some baby oil onto the bristles. Uh-oh. "Here we go!" Patton cheered as the tool touched down on the ticklish toes, Roman's booming laughter bouncing off the walls. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHYHYHYHY?! HAHAHAHAHA!" Roman cackled. "This is the way we brush our toes, brush our toes, brush our toes. This is the way we brush our toes, so early in the morning." Patton sang. Roman's instincts wanted so badly to push Patton away but his mind and heart didn't want the tickles to stop. He had to occupy his hands somehow to avoid fighting back and found himself...clapping? Well, that's one way of dealing with it and Patton even treated it like applause. "Aww, do you like it when the tickle monster sings to you? Do you want more?" Patton teased. Roman didn't know how to respond to that. It was barely a proper tease, yet he still felt quite flustered. "Lucky for you, the tickle monster loves to sing to pretty little princes like you." Patton gushed, putting the toothbrush down and grabbing a toe.

"This little princey went to market..." Patton began, snickering to himself when Roman let out a very embarrassed squeak at the lyric change. "This little princey stayed home in his castle..." Patton continued. "Pahahahatton, quit ihihit!" Roman giggled. "Who's Patton? I'm the tickle monster, and the tickle monster finds it very rude that you interrupted him. But since he's feeling generous today, he'll let you off with a warning. But any more rude behaviour, and you're in trouble. Now, where was I?" Patton said, picking up where he left off. "This little princey had roast beef, and this little princey had none." Patton sang. He picked up the toothbrush and turned it back on. "No no no no no!" Roman squealed. Patton paused for a moment to give Roman a chance to call for a break or safeword if he needed to, but he remained quiet, looking quite bashful. This was enough to let Patton know he can keep going. "And this little princey went wee wee wee all the way home!" Patton finished, scrubbing the oily electric toothbrush across and in between his toes and all over the sensitive sole. "HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman guffawed. "Please what? Please...get your other foot too? Don't worry, I wasn't gonna let it feel left out." Patton teased. After about five minutes (which felt like five hours to Roman), Patton deemed Roman's feet evenly and thoroughly tickled. Now for the torso.

"I hope you like your nursery rhymes, Your Highness. Because I've picked out this one just for you." Patton cooed, grabbing the baby oil and pouring it on Roman's ribs, across his belly and down to his hips. He tried his best to hold back snickers at Roman's puppy-like whines as he rubbed in the oil. He'd better hurry up and get singing before he's too busy snickering to do so. He raised his hands in the air and made claw-like motions before dropping down to Roman's ribcage. "The itsy-bitsy spider climbed up to Roman's ribs!" Patton sang. "OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Roman shrieked. "Down his tummy he came to tickle Roman's hips!" Patton continued but cut himself off with a squeal when squeezing Roman's hips caused the creative Side to snort with laughter. "Awwww, that's so cute! I didn't know you snort-laughed!" Patton gushed, breaking his tough tickle monster facade. Roman hid his face in his hands, ashamed of the noise he made. "Please just get it over with." Roman mumbled. "Ok, ok. I'll keep serenading you, my sensitive sweetie." Patton said. He raised his hands again but this time he kept them in the air as he continued his song. "Away he went from Roman so his breath he could regain!" Patton sung, smirking down at how Roman kept squirming at the sight of his wiggly fingers. Time to put him out of his misery.

"Then the itsy-bitsy spider tickled Roman again!" Patton finished as he poked, tasered, and squeezed every tickle spot he could think of. Finally Roman's fight-or-flight instincts gave in and he grabbed Patton's wrists. He never pushed them away, he just grabbed them and kept them from moving. "Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty little prince, grabbing my claws like that. The tickle monster's gonna have to punish you for that." Patton taunted, pulling his hands out of Roman's grasp. Roman wasn't sure what Patton's threat was implying, but he was excited regardless. As Patton looked around for inspiration, he remembered where Roman put them. In a wrestling ring with four posts on each corner. "Hey Roman, I wanna try something. Would you mind if I made sure your arms stayed up like a game of "Arms Up"?" Patton whispered. Roman wasn't sure if a headshake or a nod was the appropriate response for approval so he settled for a wink. "Cool! Follow me!" Patton instructed. Roman picked himself off the floor and followed Patton to a corner of the ring. He was encouraged to lie down again and raise his arms up, his hands going past the post. Patton summoned his bathrobe and removed the belt, tossing the garment aside. He carefully tied Roman's wrists together, making sure it wasn't too tight and even checked with Roman to make sure it was secure but not painful. Time for the real fun to begin.

Patton grabbed the baby oil but instead of undoing the lid, he completely unscrewed the cap and began dipping his fingers in the bottle. "Patton, what are you doing?" Roman asked nervously. "There's no Patton here, Your Ticklishness. Only the tickle monster!" Patton exclaimed before scribbling into Roman's unprotected underarms. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOHOD!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman roared. His arms desperately attempted to come down and cover the exposed hollows, but it was no use. "My oh my, how the Roman empire has fallen." Patton joked. After that warm-up, he decided to pick up the baby oil again and practically drowned Roman's pits in it before he grabbed the electric toothbrushes and went for the kill. "AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHAT!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman screamed. "Aww, can the big strong prince not handle the ticklies in his pitsies? Can't the mighty Prince Roman survive the tickle monster's trap?" Patton teased, swirling the buzzing brushes around the oily underarms. "I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT AHAHANYMOHOHORE!!! THOHOHOMAHAHA–!!!" Roman screeched before his laughter went silent. Patton threw the toothbrushes behind him, quickly untied Roman's wrists and grabbed the towel from earlier to dry off the baby oil, gently dabbing to avoid feeling tickly.

As soon as every last drop was gone, Patton summoned a glass of water for Roman which he chugged like his life depended on it. "Thank you." Roman wheezed. "Did I go too far?" Patton checked. Roman shook his head and gave Patton a reassuring hug. "You did perfectly." Roman complimented. Patton beamed and snuggled up to the sweet prince. Roman summoned Patton's glasses back, and placed them on his smiling face. "Thank you. Good thing I didn't wear them, they definitely would've gotten broken." Patton thanked as he readjusted his glasses. Roman nodded in acknowledgement and the room began to shapeshift once again, the ring and walls disappearing as the room changed into a beautiful garden scene. Roman summoned a comfy hammock for them to rest in. "This was a good idea, Roman. It was fun." Patton praised. "Glad you had a good time." Roman said as he playfully ruffled up the father figure's hair. "Can we do it again sometime?" Patton asked. "Anytime you want." Roman assured, his eyes drooping as he struggled to focus. The two cuddled close as they decided to nap away the afternoon together to recover all that energy they lost from their fun.

The End.

#my posts #submission #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #anne onymous

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gigglynerdlogan · 2 years

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Peek-A-Boo! I See You!

(This is a submission from Anne Onymous!! :) Thanks, and hope you all enjoy!)

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Roman couldn't remember how he got himself into this. One minute he's watching Pooh's Heffalump Movie with Patton, the next he's pinned down to the floor and being tickled by the fatherly figure. He seemed to be feeling extra teasy today because he was using every form of baby-talk under the sun, a.k.a the one teasing method Roman just cannot handle at all! "Cootchie cootchie coo, Roman! Tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton teased. Roman managed to pull his wrists out of Patton's free hand that was holding them above his head and hid his face in his hands as an attempt to cover his blush and muffle his laughter, which seemed to cause Patton to stop his tickle attack.

"How odd. Roman seems to have vanished. He was just here. Where has my sweet little prince gone?" Patton joked. Roman giggled and removed his hands. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed, continuing his attack on Roman's poor sensitive tummy. Roman squealed and hid his face again, unable to properly process the tease, causing Patton to stop again. "Where did Roman go? He disappeared again. Where oh where could he be?" Patton fake-pondered. "You need new glasses, I'm right here!" Roman exclaimed, quickly moving his hands away. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed again, wiggling his fingers in Roman's sensitive hollows.

Despite the overwhelming sensations and his own loud, boisterous laughter, Roman managed to put 2 and 2 together. Every time he covered his face, Patton would stop; and when he uncovered his face, he treated it like a game of peek-a-boo. It's a new tease. He made a mental note to warn Virgil since everyone knew he was Patton's favourite Side to tickle. But for now, he wasn't sure how much more he could take on his worst spot. "HAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman begged. "Awww, ok, Ro-Ro. Don't wanna tire out my favourite wittle prince, now do I?" Patton asked rhetorically, moving down to Roman's ribs.

"Ahahand stohohop bahaby-tahahalking! Hahahahaha!" Roman laughed. "But why? Can wittle Wo-Wo not handle a wittle teasing?" Patton teased. "Pahahat, seheheriohously! I'm wahaharning yohohou!" Roman chuckled. "Are you sure you're in any position to make threats right now, Roman?" Patton asked. "I wohohon't wahahatch mohohovies with yohohou for a mohohohonth!" Roman cackled. Patton decided not to risk it and stopped everything. He got off Roman's waist and helped him back onto the couch. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeheah, it just stihill tihickles a lihittle." Roman giggled. "Oof, phantom tickles. It should go away in a minute or two." Patton reassured, rubbing Roman's back. As Roman's giggles turned to yawns, he snuggled into Patton as the two enjoyed a nice nap on the couch.

The End.

#sanders sides tickling #lee roman #ler patton #Anne Onymous #this is adorable thanks!!!#<33 #aww #look at it dear followers and let's show it some love!

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glitchydyke · 1 year

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okay i forgot to turn on anon. whatever . i’m still anonymous in here due to the . intricacies

HELP no it’s okay i will close my eyes and pretend

#who are you ❤️ nobody knows #asks #anne 💗#<- anne. onymous

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trashyswitch · 3 months

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The Search For The Missing Laugh

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D

A special person by the alias ‘Anne Onymous’ has sent me this fanfic to be submitted! And I think today is a better time than any. This is Anne’s fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy. :D Give this person some love!!

Patton had been telling dad joke after dad joke since breakfast. While Roman and even Virgil gladly laughed at his witty wordplay, Logan hadn’t even cracked a smile. Still, that didn’t stop Patton from telling all the jokes he had left in him after Roman and Virgil went to help Thomas with something. “Why were the elephants late for their vacation?” Patton asked. Logan merely sighed in response. “Because they forgot to pack their trunks!” Patton exclaimed before laughing at his own joke. Logan groaned, wishing Patton would just stop. “Aw, come on, Logan. That was funny!” Patton chirped. “Perhaps to you, but not me.” Logan said. “Probably because you have no sense of humour.” Patton grumbled, crossing his arms. “I’ll have you know that I do have a sense of humour, I just don’t find your jokes funny.” Logan informed. Patton pouted. Logan never laughs at his jokes. He never laughs, period. He just wanted to make his friend laugh, but how? Then it struck him. There’s one thing that makes Thomas and the others laugh. It was risky, it may not even work, but it would be worth it if he could pull it off. “Oh dear. I think I see what the problem is.” Patton said. “You need to get better at comedy?” Logan suggested sarcastically. “No. You lost your laugh.” Patton said.

Logan did a double take to ensure he heard Patton right. “Lost…my…laugh.” Logan echoed. “Yes. But don’t worry, Logan. I consider myself a Hufflepuff and Hufflepuffs are good finders. Not to brag, but I have quite the skill of finding laughs and getting them out in the open, so I’ll help you find it.” Patton rambled, pulling Logan into a cuddle and grabbing his wrists to raise them above his head. “Patton, what are you…?” Logan protested but was silenced when Patton gave him a look that filled him with…excitement? Unease? He wasn’t sure, but he stayed quiet and kept his arms up. “Now, the trick is to look for hiding spots on your body. You see, sometimes instead of coming out of our mouths, laughs like to hide in other body parts or just get stuck there. Like the armpits for example, they fit pretty snug in there.” Patton said, poking and prodding the mentioned spot. Logan’s mouth curled into a grin as he tried his best not to laugh. “Excuse me, Logan’s armpits. Have you seen Logan’s laugh today?” Patton asked, as if this was a normal situation. Logan almost snickered at Patton’s silly behaviour. Him talking to his body parts as if they could talk back was so ridiculous, it was almost worse than the tickling.

“Hmm, guess they don’t know. Maybe your ribs know. The ribs are a really good spot since there’s so many rib bones to fit between.” Patton narrated, spidering his fingers up and down the logical Side’s ribcage. Logan was now biting down on his lips in hopes that if he doesn’t laugh then Patton will give up and leave, but the fact he was practically narrating everything and doing something as silly as trying to have a conversation with his body parts wasn’t helping. Not to mention he’s never been tickled before, so he wasn’t used to it and had more difficulty fighting it off. “Hi there, Logan’s ribs. Logan lost his laugh, do you know where it’s hiding?” Patton inquired, gently scratching between each rib. He was disappointed by the silence, certain that Logan would’ve cracked by now. But he wasn’t giving up. “Guess my guessing skills are a little off today. Better keep trying. You know, the toes are a pretty good hiding spot too. Laughs can hide under or between them.” Patton said as he released Logan from their cuddle and moved down to his feet. Patton wasn’t sure if Logan was taking a break and getting his strength back, or forgot he could simply leave because he didn’t protest or make a run for it as he put his ankles in a headlock and removed his socks.

“Pardon me, Logan’s toes. Are you hiding Logan’s laugh by any chance?” Patton asked, wiggling his fingers under the sensitive digits. Finally, the dam burst and Logan broke into a fit of surprised laughter. “HAHAHAhahaha! Nohohoho! Pahahattohohon! Hahahahahahaha!” Logan squealed, wiggling and fruitlessly attempting to pull his feet back. “Yay! You got your laugh back! But it doesn’t sound like it’s coming from your toes, it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere else. Oh well, guess we gotta keep looking!” Patton exclaimed. Logan was so embarrassed. After seeing him in this state, Patton will never take him seriously again. Oh well, that’s a future problem. For now, he hasn’t laughed like this in a long time, might as well try to enjoy it. “Another great place for a laugh to hide in is in the bellybutton.” Patton said as he moved his tickly hands up the back of Logan’s knees then across his thighs and over his hips until he reached his belly, enjoying every snicker and giggle that came out of Logan along the way. “How do you do, Logan’s bellybutton? Were you the one hiding his laugh the whole time?” Patton asked as he straddled Logan’s thighs, moved his shirt up and began circling his finger around the mentioned spot. Logan couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out as he squirmed in anticipation, never feeling so flustered in his life. Boy, was that statement about to be made wrong.

“Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear…” Patton sang, holding back snickers of his own when Logan covered his mouth to muffle his embarrassed squeal. “One step…two step…” Patton continued, walking his fingers closer to the naval before noticing Logan’s hands shot under his glasses to cover his eyes. Using his free hand, Patton gently removed Logan’s glasses and placed them on the coffee table. He didn’t want them to get broken during their fun. “There. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. A tickly under there!” Patton exclaimed, wiggling the digit in the bellybutton. “GAHAHAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, WHYHYHYHY?! HAHAHAHAHA!” Logan bellowed, thrashing around and pounding his fists on the couch. “Yup, this is definitely where all your laughs were hiding. Better make sure we get them all out so this doesn’t happen again. Good thing that song usually lures them out.” Patton commented, not that Logan could hear him over his own loud boisterous laughter. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the unbearably ticklish sensations in his navel, astounded that something as simple as a wiggling finger there could make him laugh this much. It was…exhilarating. And exhausting. Thankfully, Patton finally stopped. But he wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot.

“I think we’re making some real good progress. Your laughs are coming out just fine, but there’s still a few stubborn ones still stuck. Good news is, sometimes they come out of hiding for a good joke. Knock knock!” Patton said. After catching his breath, Logan decided to indulge Patton against his better judgement. “Who’s there?” Logan asked. “Me, the dad joke king, here to tickle his way into your heart! Tickle tickle tickle! Cootchie cootchie coo!” Patton replied, tickling nearly every and any tickle spot on Logan his hands could reach. His ribs, his armpits, his tummy, even around his neck and ears. “Thahahahat’s nohohohot evehehehen a johohohoke! Hahahahaha!” Logan protested through his non-stop laughter. “Then why are you laughing so much?” Patton teased, watching Logan squirm side to side. As he observed the unusual wiggling closely, it appeared like Logan was trying to untuck the rest of his shirt, rendering his sides vulnerable. “Awww, does little Logi want his Sanders Sides tickled? All you had to do was ask me nicely!” Patton teased, lifting his shirt all the way up to his ribs and squeezing his sides. Jackpot. Logan practically melted at the touch. He occasionally squirmed, but he stopped trying to wiggle away and his laughter was bubbly and happy.

“Hahahahaha! Ihihit tihihickles! Hahahahaha!” Logan giggled. “Aww, does it tickle? Does it feel tickly and make you giggly? Is Logan a ticklish little cutie?” Patton teased, kneading and spidering over Logan’s sides with a few squeezes and pokes mixed in. Logan couldn’t help but squeak and squeal at the changing tactics, Patton seemed to completely randomise the order so he couldn’t predict what was next, each new surprise method seeming to tickle more than the last. “Boy, all this laughter-looking has made me hungry. You know what I’m in the mood for?” Patton asked. Logan shook his head, no idea what was coming. “Some raspberries!” Patton exclaimed before blowing into Logan’s belly, making the logical Side burst into belly laughter. This was somehow more ticklish than the bellybutton tickles yet not as unbearable, and definitely more fun. However, it was just as hard on his lungs. “AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHATTON, PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!!” Logan cackled. “Aww, just one more?” Patton fake-whined. He was just joking, but Logan seemed to actually be considering his rhetorical request much to his amusement. “Fine, just get it over-WIHIHIHIHITH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Logan shrieked, surprised by the unannounced raspberry on his tummy. “Ok, I’m full now.” Patton said when he finished, getting off Logan.

Logan curled into himself, letting the remainder of his giggles out as he caught his breath. Even though Patton had stopped, it was like he could still feel the phantom vibrations and tickles on his body. He’d never admit it out loud, but that was amazing. Once his breathing steadied and he could think clearly again, he remembered his glasses on the coffee table and put them back on, surprised to see Patton holding out a glass of water. “Oh. Thank you.” Logan said, taking the glass and sipping carefully as Patton sat next to him and rubbed his back. “You good?” Patton asked. “Yes Patton, I’m perfectly adequate.” Logan replied, putting the glass down. Patton pulled him into a hug which Logan cautiously reciprocated. “Don’t worry, Tickle Time’s over, only Cuddle Time now. But it’s good to know that now I have a way to make you laugh.” Patton remarked. “Well, there goes my dignity.” Logan sighed. “Huh? What do you mean?” Patton asked, letting go and facing Logan. “Patton, don’t patronise me. I know that after what just happened, it’s highly unlikely you’re ever going to take me seriously again.” Logan huffed. After that harsh confession, Patton’s expression went from confused to concerned very quickly.

“Why would I do that? Just because you’re ticklish, doesn’t mean you’re any less smart than you were before. It doesn’t change anything. Besides, I’m ticklish, Roman’s ticklish, heck, even Virgil is ticklish, but that’s just because we’re a part of Thomas and he’s ticklish. It’s just natural, it’s no big deal. You’re still the smartest person I know and I’m always gonna listen to you.” Patton assured. Logan was quiet as he took a minute to process what Patton said. “I know you don’t consider yourself a feelings-y kind of Side, so if it makes you feel better, I promise not to tell the others about any of this.” Patton added. “Thank you, Patton.” Logan said. Patton pulled Logan into another cuddle and laid down. Logan returned the embrace and rested his head under Patton’s chin. “Now that the moment of concern has passed, do you suppose you could perhaps once again stimulate my sides with gargalesis?” Logan asked shyly. “Is that fancy-talk for “please tickle me”?“ Patton teased. Logan blushed and nodded. Patton smiled and wiggled his fingers into Logan’s sides, making the logical Side giggle and snuggle into him more. Little did they know that Virgil and Roman were back and watching them from the top of the stairs. Roman initially took his phone out to get some blackmail material but Virgil snatched it, making Roman pout. The two watched on quietly as their resident glasses geeks had their moment.

The End.

#submission #fluff #not mine #laughter #ler!patton #lee!logan #logicality #tickle fanfiction

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val-victory · 5 months

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was all that anon hate you? I don't like you but you never struck me as a transphobe

Buddy... Dedenne the Kidd... Listen to me. This one is important.

Let me get one Thing straight. That Anon is a fucking Asswipe. I do not respect Shitters who hide behind Anonymity.

That Anon tried really hard to imitate me, but failed hard. I never said that Brats should never become Trainers, i was advocating for a better comprehensive Education that included Skills such as Survival and Nursing. Most Trainer Schools focus on battling too much.

If i wanna Beef, i'll beef you directly with my Face and Name attached. I do not care for arguing behind a Gray Voltorb called Anne Onymous.

There are Reason's for why i dislike you, your constant self Pity about being a Failure, your lack of Determination or Courage. And you making me a Target for your little Baby Community. But i don't have any Problems with your Gender.

P.S. Ohh, you're trans? That's metal af 👍👍👍🤟

P.P.S. sorry for the late Answer. I was asleep. My Schedule is kind of messed up at the Moment.

#rotomblr #rotumblr #pokemon irl

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water-pokemon-appreciator · 25 days

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Hi, my name is Ann Onymous, and you broke my heart five years ago when you just ignored me because you didn't have rotomblr </3

Im sorry ann. it will happen again

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lovelyemerald · 8 months

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Glad you liked my fic on Olivia's Tumblr with the core four Sides being "hungry for raspberries". Think the break I took improved my writing, but now I got another problem: too many ideas to work with and can't focus on one, lol

~Anne Onymous

Ah your welcome! I love fanfiction and reading it! Breaks are always healthy and stuff. I hope you come out of it better! And have fun writing!! :3

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gamequeenanya · 2 years

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(Sorry to Anne Onymous but it won’t let me add tags to your post. I was going to say that your Virgil Cat is adorable!! :))

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kanene-yaaay · 2 years

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Tickle The Giggles Away (Submission)

Warnings: This is a submission! Any and every credit for the story goes to Anne Onymous. Here we have Lee!Patton and Ler!Virgil. Raspberries. Around 1.000 words.

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Patton wasn't sure why he was so giddy today. Since the moment he woke up this morning, he felt so giggly and happy. At breakfast, he almost spat out his cereal laughing at an accidental pun Logan made. When having a childhood shows marathon with Roman, he was bouncing with giggles the whole time. Even in the evening when Virgil walked into the living room to find Patton lying on the couch just giggling to himself, he was still cheerful. "Someone's in a good mood today." Virgil commented. Patton looked up at Virgil with bright eyes and a beaming smile. "Virgil! Come cuddle!" he exclaimed with grabby hands. Usually Virgil would hesitate or protest Patton's cuddle offers (then always give in) because he had an image to uphold but he just couldn't resist how happy and cuddly Patton looked right now. Virgil rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders before lying next to Patton for a cuddle.

"So, why are you so perky today?" the emo asked the father figure. "I don't know, I just woke up like this." Patton giggled. "Just don't let Logan see you like this so late, otherwise he'll lecture you about calming down before bed and all that." Virgil said as he casually started spooning Patton, squeezing his sides. Patton laughed and squirmed in response. "That tickles!" he giggled. "Oh, sorry Pat." Virgil apologised. "It's ok." Patton reassured. "Oh, so you LIKE being tickled, huh?" Virgil teased, tasing Patton's sides. The fatherly trait squealed and laughed as he nodded. "You know, it is getting late and we'll all have to go to bed soon. Which means if you're ever gonna get any sleep tonight, you're gonna need to get all those giggles out. And what better way to do it than letting me tickle all those giggles out? You in?" Virgil asked normally, as if there wasn't a giggly wiggling man in his arms. Nevertheless, Patton nodded, giving Virgil permission to continue.

Virgil went from poking and scribbling over Patton's sides to spidering all over his tummy with both hands, immediately causing the dad character to burst into a fit of laughter. "Hahahahaha! This is reheheally fuhuhuhun!" Patton chuckled. Virgil swore his heart was going to burst. Sometimes Patton was just too precious. Virgil slowly began to move his wiggling fingers from Patton's tummy to his armpits. The melodious giggles that soon followed were no short of adorable. "Ehehehehehe! It's sohohohoho tickly!" Patton squeaked. "That's kind of the point, Patton. This would be really awkward if it wasn't." Virgil remarked. Patton didn't even respond to Virgil's comment as he was too lost in his giggles to say anything. "Hey! Earth to Patton! I'm talking to you!" Virgil teased as he started scribbling his fingers all over Patton's ribs, causing him to squeal and laugh with renewed strength. "Hahahahaha! Sohohohorry!" Patton replied.

"Had enough yet?" Virgil asked. "Nohohoho! Mohohore tickles, plehehease!" Patton answered. "Your wish is my command, Giggles." Virgil said. He had to admit this was fun for him too, not just Patton. It felt good to just goof off and be playful. Feeling the silliness really start to hit him, Virgil took a large breath and blew a raspberry right on Patton's neck. He certainly wasn't expecting the very loud cackles that soon followed. "GAHAHAHAHA! VIRGIHIHIL, PLEHEHEASE!" Patton bellowed. Not hearing a "stop", Virgil repeated the action. "OKAY, OKAHAHAY! I'M DOHOHOHOHONE!" Patton shrieked. Virgil immediately removed his lips from Patton's neck and stilled his fingers. "Did I go too far?" Virgil asked, worried he might've pushed him over the limit, but Patton shook his head "no".

"How do you feel?" Virgil asked. "I feel all loopy." Patton giggled, but his giggles turned into a yawn. "And sleepy." Patton confessed. "Ok then, Sleepyhead. Let's get you upstairs to bed." Virgil said as he tried to get up, but Patton clinged onto him. "Nooo." he whined. "What if I carry you?" Virgil offered. Patton nodded with a sleepy grin. Virgil cradled Patton and carried him bridal style upstairs to his room. He summoned both their onesies onto themselves and tucked Patton into bed, removing his glasses carefully. Virgil was about to walk out when he felt Patton grab his arm, causing him to turn around. "Stay?" Patton asked quietly, doing his best puppy-dog eyes which caused Virgil to sigh. "Ok. Just for tonight." Virgil whispered. He climbed into bed with Patton and the two of them cuddled as they soon fell fast asleep.

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Kanene's notes: I AM SO SOOOOFT RIGHT NOW NO ONE LOOKS AT ME!! No, but, like, I am totlly WEAK for soft Moxiety and then you go and write such a lovely thing? Patton clearly having so much fun and being so open about it with Virgil being all teasy and caring too? My heart is meeeeelted I am telling ya! x33

#Lee!Patton #Ticklish!Patton #Kanene's submission #Ler!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Anne Onymous' fanfic #Anne Onymous is precious #Submission #OKAY BUT I REALLY LIKE THIS KIND OF SCENARIO <333 A bean being all giddy and giggly and then receiving tickles because of that??#P r e c i o u s #You can pry them being cute from my dead cold hands x3 #Raspberries

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carryforthtradition · 2 years

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Old/New Year’s Time Nosh

#Ann Onymous #Happy New Year #stew

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iangallaghersdaily · 3 years

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Good morning Rita stranger, happy sunday!

... 10 years later:

Well happy Sunday to you too, Ann....onymous person who I've never talked to before, ever. (🥰)

Are you telling me that precious little bean and that tall, handsome loved up husband are in fact the same person?!? No that can't be right. Absolutely huge if true.

Unless....

The evidence is undeniable! It's been confirmed: precious bean and handsome husband are indeed the same person, and we all love him a normal amount 🧡🥰🧡🥰🧡🥰

#anna <3 #pink--and--white #answered

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oliviaischillin1204 · 8 months

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Hungry For Raspberries

[olivia's note: hello gang! time for another wonderful offering from the incomparable anne onymous! thank you anne!!!]

Today had been a rather tickly day for Virgil. Not that he minded, of course. Tickling was pretty common in the Mind Palace, but today really...took the biscuit? Took the cake? Took everything in the bakery, or however the saying goes, Virgil couldn't remember. It first started this morning when Roman was given the dreaded task of waking Virgil, who always slept in until noon if you let him.

Virgil buried his face in his pillow, giggling madly as he tried not to think of Roman who was hovering over him with wiggling fingers. "Come on, Virgil. If you don't come out, the tickle monster's coming iiin!" Roman teased in a sing-song voice. "I'm gay!" Virgil squealed, his voice muffled by the pillow. "That's not what we meant and you know it." Roman said, sitting down on the bed. "We?" Virgil asked, looking up at the creative Side. "Yes, "we". As in me...and the TICKLE MONSTER!" Roman exclaimed, scribbling his fingers all over Virgil's ribs, causing the emo to squirm and giggle.

Safe to say, Virgil definitely didn't oversleep this morning. And that was just the beginning. Later on in the living room, he kept putting his feet on the coffee table which annoyed Logan to no end. Finally, he had enough and grabbed Virgil's feet, placing them on his lap.

"How many times did I tell you to stop putting your feet on the coffee table?" Logan asked. "Four." Virgil replied. "And how many times did you listen?" Logan queried. "Zero." Virgil answered. "Hence why it is your own fault for what I am about to do." Logan said, tickling the arches of Virgil's socked feet. "Ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!" Virgil apologised. "Somehow I doubt that highly. Perhaps your punishment should be more precise." Logan reasoned, slowly slipping off Virgil's socks. "Uh-oh." Virgil giggled. ""Uh-oh" indeed, Virgil. Allow me to tell you the story of five little piggies. And since I know you just adore this story, I might even tell it twice." Logan said with a sly grin as Virgil hid his face in a couch pillow. He was pleasantly surprised that Logan would play "This Little Piggy" with him given how serious Logan tends to be and how that nursery rhyme is for children.

So yeah, quite a busy morning. As for right now? Virgil was currently in a very tickly cuddle with Patton on the couch. He was smothering Virgil's neck and ears in kisses and nuzzles while squeezing his sides. As Virgil squealed and wiggled in his embrace, Patton thought he could hear a "stop" among his giggles. "Sorry kiddo, are you not in the mood?" Patton asked, stopping everything. But Patton couldn't be more wrong. His neck nuzzles and tickly kisses were the best, but all the previous attacks put Virgil in a really big lee mood. One that couldn't be cured with gentle tickles. Virgil wanted something a little more...intense. "Actually, umm, I was just wondering if you could maybe, uhhh, move to a different spot?" Virgil asked shyly. "Oh, ok. What about your armpits? Is that better?" Patton asked, scribbling in Virgil's sensitive hollows. "Eek! Hahahahaha! Nohohoho, nohohot thehehehere!" Virgil giggled. "What about your ribs?" Patton asked, poking and prodding at Virgil's ribs. "Ahahahaha! Gehehetting wahaharmer!" Virgil squealed. "Oh, I see. You want the tickle monster to give you tummy tickles, hmm?" Patton teased, skittering across Virgil's tummy with both hands.

"Ahahahahaha! Yehehehes, buhut nohot lihike thahahahat!" Virgil cackled, pushing Patton's hands away. "Not like what?" Patton asked. "Not with...not that way." Virgil said. "You mean with my hands?" Patton guessed. Virgil nodded. "Oh. Well I'm sure Roman has some crafting feathers we could borrow. Or we could use this new feather duster Logan just got, oh my goodness, he got me with it yesterday and it was so tickly, I didn't even know I could be that ticklish. I think I could even tickle myself with it, but of course Logan would argue that your brain anticipates–" Patton suggested but Virgil interrupted. "No f-feathers either, just...I mean...God, why is this so hard?" he stammered, burying his face in his hands in frustration. Virgil and Logan always struggled when it came to asking for tickles, Roman and Patton were the only ones who could shamelessly ask. One time Roman upright asked Virgil and he almost choked on his coffee.

"Maybe try texting it to me. That way you don't have to say anything." Patton suggested. Virgil took out his phone and started to type. But it turns out just writing the word and having to look at it can be just as difficult sometimes. Thank god for emojis. Just one problem: there's no raspberry emoji on his phone. But there was a strawberry emoji and a mouth emoji. That should do it. Patton's phone buzzed as he got the text but his face screwed up in confusion as he read it.

💜Virgil🌩:

👄🍓

"You wanna get a snack first?" Patton asked hesitantly. Virgil facepalmed and groaned. Take 2. This time he had to be more direct. Patton's phone buzzed again and Patton thankfully didn't look as confused as before at this one.

💜Virgil🌩:

👋❌ 🪶❌ 👄✅

"Ahhh, I think I get it now." Patton said, pushing Virgil's shirt up and straddling his thighs with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Virgil covered his eyes with his arms to avoid eye contact with Patton. "Ok kiddo. Ready?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and Patton blew the biggest raspberry he could into Virgil's belly, making him scream with laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOD! HAHAHAHAHA!" Virgil shrieked, kicking and squirming like crazy. When it finally ended, Patton caught his breath while Virgil giggled happily from the phantom vibrations that made his tummy tingle and gave him butterflies. "Was that fun?" Patton asked, smiling as he noticed Virgil's eyeshadow had turned purple and glittery. Virgil nodded then suddenly covered his belly protectively with his arms, giggling more. "Had enough?" Patton guessed. "No, I just thought how much it would ti...how bad it would be to experience three r...to have three at once." Virgil confessed, curling into himself. "Think you can handle it?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded.

"Logan! Roman! Virgil's hungry for raspberries!" Patton called. Logan and Roman rose up into the room with amused expressions. "You're still in the mood for tickles?" Roman asked. "Was my storytelling not satisfactory? I was even generous enough to do it twice." Logan teased, causing Virgil to squeak and hide his face in his hood. "I'd suggest moving from the couch to the floor for this, Virgil." Patton advised. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, Virgil walked away from the couch and laid down on the floor. "So, how are we gonna do this?" Virgil asked hesitantly. "How about Logan on your left, Roman on your right and me in the middle?" Patton suggested. Virgil nodded in agreement and the others got into position. Logan knelt down by Virgil's left side while Roman sat by Virgil's right side and Patton went back to straddling his thighs. "Let's do a warm up first. We should see if you can handle two at once before diving into three." Patton recommended. Virgil held back a whine and nodded. Without any warning, he felt two raspberries being blown on the sides of his bare belly.

"HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEY, NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR! AHAHAHAHA!" Virgil bellowed. Roman and Logan gave each other a smug look while they caught their breath. Meanwhile Virgil giggled like a mad man and squirmed from the phantom tickles as he recovered. "Still think you can handle three?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Just in case, we should come up with a safe word." Logan recommended. ""Panic" works for me." Virgil suggested. The others nodded in agreement and prepared themselves. "Ready Virgil?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and braced himself. "Ok, on three. One..." Patton started. "Two..." Logan continued. "Three!" Roman finished. They all took a deep breath and blew right into Virgil's belly. He screamed and cackled and kicked and bucked like crazy. "NOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHANIC!!!" Virgil screamed. Everyone stopped immediately and Logan went to the kitchen to get some water for Virgil.

"Thahat...wahas...soho bahad." Virgil gasped. "Was it still fun?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Here, Virgil. This should help you." Logan said, handing him the glass. "Thanks." Virgil replied, drinking the water gratefully. As he continued to catch his breath, Patton couldn't help but feel slight envy. Oh well, there's an easy fix for that. "My turn!" Patton exclaimed, lying down with his arms up. The others gave Patton a fond look before surrounding him in a similar fashion to before with Virgil: Roman and Logan by his sides and Virgil straddling his thighs after finally composing himself. "Any specific instructions?" Virgil inquired, moving Patton's shirt up to reveal his sensitive tummy. "First I want just one on my belly, then two at the same time, and then all three of you at once. Please." Patton instructed. "Got it. Safeword?" Virgil asked. Patton thought for a moment before blurting out "Kitties!"

""Kitties" it is. And if you forget or can't say it, just bang on the ground like a wrestler tapping out, ok?" Virgil suggested. Patton nodded, eagerly awaiting the tickles. Virgil decided not to go first considering he was just tickled senseless a minute ago, so he gave Roman a subtle nod and he gladly did the honours. Thankfully, Patton still seemed to enjoy himself. "YAHAHAHAHAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he squealed. Virgil smiled down at the giggly father figure as Roman got back up for air. "Would've gone first, but I need to give my lungs a break." Virgil explained. Patton nodded in understanding but was soon cackling like mad as Roman and Logan once again went for the surprise tactic. "HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHOHO TICKLY! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton cackled. "That's kind of the point, Padre. This would be really awkward if it didn't." Roman pointed out after he stopped.

"Still certain you want to go through the final round?" Logan checked. Patton nodded eagerly. "Ok, if you insist. On three?" Virgil suggested. Patton shook his head. "Ok, I guess we're diving right in." Virgil said. And just like that, Patton felt three raspberries being blown on his ticklish tummy and completely lost it. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! KIHIHITTIHIHIES!!!" Patton shrieked. The sensations stopped immediately and Roman went to fetch Patton a glass of water. "You good, Patton?" Logan asked. Patton nodded, still catching his breath. "Here." Roman said as he gave Patton the glass. "Thahanks." Patton gasped before swallowing it down slowly. The others watched him for about two minutes to be sure he was definitely alright. "I'm ok, don't worry. Just needed a second." Patton assured. "I must say, this activity is actually quite amusing. I'm tempted to try it myself." Logan confessed. "You should try it, Logan. It's really fun." Patton said. "Well, it is my job as Thomas's logic to understand things, so, very well." Logan reasoned, blushing hard.

"Don't bother with the singular one, I'm already aware of how it feels." he added, lying down comfortably. "Ok. Safeword?" Virgil asked. "Crofters." Logan said. "How original." Roman teased, straddling Logan's thighs. "Don't get cocky or I'll make your turn figurative hell." Logan warned. "Isn't that the whole point of this?" Virgil asked, settling himself down by Logan's left side. "Touché–HEHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Logan cackled in surprise as both Patton and Virgil blew on his belly. "I wish you could see this from my perspective, because this is hilarious." Roman remarked as Logan recovered from the surprise raspberries. "Roman, be nice." Patton scolded. "You still good to go, Lo?" Virgil checked, relieved when the logical Side nodded. "Care for countdown?" Roman inquired. "From five will do." Logan said. "Alrighty then, in five..." Patton started. "Four, three..." Roman continued. "Two, one!" Virgil finished, before everyone blew on Logan's belly, shattering his composure. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!! CROHOHOHOFTERS!!!" Logan shrieked, causing everyone to stop and Virgil went to get him a glass of water.

"You alright?" Patton asked. Logan nodded and sat upright, trying to calm his breathing. "Here you go." Virgil said as he handed Logan the glass, watching him sipping carefully. As soon as he was done, Roman spoke up. "Looks like we've saved the best for last." he said, lying down confidently and pulling his shirt up. "Don't bother with warm-ups, just dive right in!" Roman requested, raising his hands behind his head. "Are you sure, Roman?" Patton checked. "Yeah, it's pretty intense, dude." Virgil warned. "You should at least try two at once before just submitting yourself to three." Logan advised, straddling Roman but was met with a glare. "Alright, if you're positive about it. Safeword?" Patton asked. "Disney, obviously." Roman replied. "Fitting. Would you like a countdown?" Logan asked. "From ten." Roman answered. "Ten?! Jeez." Virgil exclaimed. "What can I say? Anticipation is half the fun." Roman said. But he didn't just mean his own anticipation. Roman smirked as he watched the others impatiently count down from ten and decided to tease them by saying they were counting too fast and must start all over again. Finally after ten agonisingly long seconds, touchdown.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman bellowed. "That's the point, Roman. This would be a fruitless endeavour otherwise." Logan said as everyone got back up for some much needed oxygen. Patton went to get Roman a glass of water but Roman stopped him by grabbing his ankle. "Agahahain." Roman giggled. "You wanna go through that, again?!" Virgil asked in disbelief. Roman nodded. "Uhh, well, if you're sure, Roman. I guess we could do it again." Patton said hesitantly, kneeling back down. "Should we go down to two at once this time?" Logan suggested, causing Roman to shake his head and looked almost offended. "Very well, then, if you're certain. Shall we count down again?" Logan asked. Roman shook his head again. The others didn't bother with responding and just blew more raspberries on his belly again. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOHOD!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman cackled. The others stopped to catch their breath and Patton once again tried to go get a glass of water for Roman, but the prince stopped him once again.

"One mohohore." Roman giggled. "Are you kidding me?!" Virgil yelled. "Roman, if we do this too much, it could have serious repercussions such as loss of consciousness, bladder failure or even-" Logan protested but was interrupted by a kick and glare from Roman, causing him to roll his eyes. "Fine. Just don't say we didn't warn you." Logan said. "I thought I had it bad earlier, but you're like a masochist today." Virgil commented. Against their better judgement, the three once again blew into his tummy and Roman lost it. His laughter went silent as he banged his fists on the floor. Virgil was the only one who remembered the tapping out backup plan and stopped, pushing Patton and Logan away from Roman. Patton rushed to the kitchen to finally get that water while Logan and Virgil guided Roman through his breathing. Patton arrived with four glasses, receiving a rather puzzled look from Virgil. "Uh, I don't think he needs that much water, Pat." Virgil said. "It's not just for him, the other three are for us." Patton explained, passing out the glasses. Roman desperately gulped down his water while Logan, Patton and Virgil merely sipped away slowly. After about five minutes, Roman was finally fully calmed down.

"You ok, Princey?" Virgil asked. "Yeah, I'm alright now." Roman assured. "We warned you to not push yourself too far." Logan said. "But I was having fun." Roman whined before letting out a yawn. Patton giggled before finding himself yawning too. "Hey Roman, you got enough energy to help me summon something?" Patton inquired. "Sure, what do you need?" Roman asked. Patton whispered in Roman's ear, causing the creative Side to hold back giggles. His ears weren't usually ticklish, but those three rounds of raspberries pumped up his senses from one to one hundred. Nonetheless, he understood Patton's request and gladly delivered. The room was now covered top to bottom in blankets, fairylights strung across the ceiling and pillows scattered across the floor. Logan and Virgil couldn't help but smile at Roman's handiwork. "I thought we could use a cosy blanket fort to take a nap in after all that." Patton explained, summoning his cat onesie. Logan and Virgil wanted to protest but couldn't fight back their own yawns. Roman and Virgil summoned their onesies while Logan summoned his blue pyjamas. "Come on, Logan. If I'm doing this, there's no reason you shouldn't." Virgil argued. Logan wanted to protest but found himself too tired to do so and summoned his onesie. The four Sides cuddled up together under the blankets and enjoyed a well-deserved afternoon nap.

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