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my favorite bit is virgil's mischievous grin in the first photo LOL
#my art#sanders sides tickling#sfw tickling community#sfw tickling#sfw tickle art#lee!logan#ler!virgil#analogical tickles#also logan is wearing a sweater vest because i said so and wanted to draw him in it HABSNHA
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Day 15: Tickle Fight
Logan wakes up in SCP-999's room, and sees 999's sleeping position for the very first time. He is thrown off guard at first...But despite it being 2am, 999 wakes up and seems to want to play with Logan.
Day 15! We're pretty much halfway! I hope you enjoy!
Logan had woken up in the familiar cell. He rubbed his neck and stretched himself out a little bit. Where was he? Was he still in the cell from before? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that there were toys all over the place. The toys looked…familiar. A couple of these toys, he could remember personally playing with.
He looked around the room, and soon fell upon a dome-shaped ball in the corner of the room. Logan raised his eyebrows. That’s a large ball. And…it looked like it was breathing. Was it alive? Or rather, sentient?
Logan got up onto his feet and walked up to the dome. He circled himself around it with confusion, staring at it with all angles. It looked like…SCP-999. But…it was ball-shaped with its beady black eyes facing the ceiling. It looked like the SCP was staring at the ceiling…just contemplating the abstract world around it.
It was…almost beautiful. But also haunting at the same time.
Logan silently jumped and froze when he felt a vibration in his pocket. Logan reached into his pocket super quickly, and pulled out the vibrating object. It was his walkie-talkie! Logan answered the walkie-talkie. “Hello?” Logan whispered.
“Logan. Glad to see you’re awake.” The person said.
Logan looked around, and spoke into the walkie-talkie again. “I’m surprised I’m still here.” Logan admitted.
“Usually one of our staff comes to wake you up…” The staff member said. “But the guy on the last shift left without getting you out.” The staff member explained. “Have you ever seen 999 sleep before?” He asked.
Logan shook his head. “Is it normal for him to be this shape?” Logan asked.
“Yup…it’s quite normal.” The staff member replied. “Are you in need of a snack, or a drink?” The staff member asked.
Logan nodded his head. “Sure. I’ll take a drink.” He told them.
Soon, a water bottle showed up in the room, having been dispensed from a small tray installed inside the wall of the room. Logan took the water bottle with a smile. “Thanks.” He opened the water bottle and took a couple gulps of it before putting the lid back on.
Logan opened up his bag and pulled out the map. Using his phone as a flashlight, Logan checked around the site, and observed the specific SCP’s he could visit if he so chooses. He checked the different numbers, and looked them up so he knew what each SCP was. When he found out that SCP’s nickname, Logan would write it down. He wanted to make sure he knew every SCP in case he visited. Though most of the SCP’s were marked down on his map, Logan had a couple more to do.
His attention was temporarily paused when he felt a little tap on his leg. Logan looked up and smiled when he saw who it was: 999 had woken up, and was now gurgling and clapping its pseudopods together. Logan couldn’t help but giggle as he put his map into the backpack. “Hello there. How are you?” Logan asked.
999 wrapped its pseudopods around Logan and gave him a small squeeze.
Logan grunted with a laugh. “Ihihi know. I missed you too.” Logan replied, patting 999’s back.
999 rubbed its face against Logan’s shoulder and grew more pseudopods from its body. One of the pods fluffed up his hair, making Logan chuckle for a few seconds. The other pseudopod attached itself to Logan’s neck.
This made Logan gasp and squeak, giggling helplessly as he felt the jelly-like pod flutter against his neck. “eeEEheheek! Nine-nihinetyhyhy-nihihihine! Ihit’s too ehehearly for thihihis!” Logan giggled.
“Actually…it is currently 2am.” The staff member mentioned through the walkie-talkie.
“Myhyhyhy pohoint ehehexactlyhy!” Logan shot back.
“This’ll be our first time observing 999 in the middle of the night.” The staff member told him.
Logan placed his hand onto the pseudopod against his neck, rubbing it as he giggled. 999 understood this as ‘time to stop’, and removed the pod from his neck. 999 gurgled curiously, as if asking ‘are you okay?’.
Logan looked at 999 and smiled. “I’m okay.” Logan replied.
999 looked around at the toys that littered the ground, and began contemplating what toy to play with. When the creature saw the rope, 999 grabbed it with its pseudopods and carried it up to Logan. 999 pulled on the rope on either side, emphasizing the idea of ‘pulling on the rope’, before giving it to Logan with a curious little gurgle.
“Hm?” Logan asked, not fully understanding.
999 waved the rope in front of him, prompting him to grab the rope. When he did, 999 started gently pulling on it, almost like he was explaining a game of tug-of-war.
But…Logan let go of the rope in his confusion. “If you wanted it so bad, you could’ve just asked.” Logan admitted.
999 hung its ‘head’ and gave it to Logan again. When he grabbed it, 999 pulled on it with its pods. Logan actually tried pulling back this time, making him excited. When Logan looked up, he quickly saw the look of excitement and…almost playfulness on 999’s face as it pulled. Logan smiled and kept pulling. “tug-of-war, huh?” Logan asked.
999 nodded as it kept pulling.
“Okay. Bring it on!” Logan declared, pulling a little harder.
“Dr. Bright might want to observe this, actually.” The staff member got off the walkie-talkie. “Dr. Bright to Observatory 999. Dr. Bright to Observatory 999.” The staff member said into the intercom.
Logan pulled a little bit more, using his knees as leverage as he pulled. “How…strong are you?” Logan asked, a slight bit of strain in his voice.
999 shrugged its ‘shoulders’ before pulling a little harder.
Logan smiled and pulled a small bit more, having almost reached his maximum strength. It looked like Logan and 999 were matched in strength…because no one seemed to have moved!
“This is a great opportunity to see how strong 999 is.” The walkie-talkie spoke.
Logan pulled a bit more, wrapping the rest of the rope around his hand. “Come…on…comeon…” Logan muttered.
999 was letting out strained grunts too, showing it was actually working hard to pull back. It looked like Logan was a good opponent for 999. There’s gotta be a moment when one of the opponents wins.
“You’re…a lot…ssstronger…than I thought.” Logan admitted.
999 snickered into its little pod as it looked over at the camera in the corner of the room. Strangely enough, this didn’t hinder its strength in the slightest.
Logan pulled on the rope, and gave it a small yank. This yank took 999 off guard, surprising it as it slid closer to Logan. Noticing this, Logan began to take advantage of 999’s slippery body by pulling bit by bit.
“Looks like Logan is getting the upper hand!” The walkie-talkie reacted.
Despite getting the upper hand, Logan could notice the silly little look on 999’s face. 999 was staring at him, almost like it was distracted. Wait…
Then, 999 pulled a SUPER evil move:
It all started with a big yawn, and a smack of its lips…then, it ended with 999 yanking on the rope at lightning speed!
Logan, thrown off guard by this move, was pulled right into 999’s body! 999 quickly caught Logan with its pods around his chest, and snickered almost evilly.
Logan, realizing he lost, looked over his shoulder at the SCP. “Uhhh…Mercy?” Logan asked.
999 only responded with its version of a raspberry on his neck.
“eeeEEEEHEEHEEHEEK! NAHAHAHAhahahaha! Nihihine-nine-nihihine!” Logan yelled.
999 gurgled almost in a teasy fashion, gurgling little bits of gibberish in his ear.
This was more than enough to fluster Logan. “Nohoho teeheeheasihihing ihin gihihibberihish! Plehehehehease!” Logan begged.
999 smiled brightly and started planting kisses onto Logan’s right cheek and neck. Every little kiss made the hair on his arms stand up…not out of fear, of course…but more out of surprise. He’s been tickled by 999 many times now, but he still couldn’t fathom how a jello person was capable of inflicting such funny little feelings on a person so effectively. It was almost overwhelming.
“Ohohokahahay, yohohou wihin! You wihihihin! Ihihi gihive uhuhuhup!” Logan told it.
Though 999 stopped giving him the tickly kisses, the SCP didn’t stop tickling him. 999 only began using the pseudopods to uncover his shirt and tickle his bare belly and sides. It didn’t tickle any less. In fact, it almost tickled more!
“Ohohoho nohohoHOHO! 999 NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan’s laughter almost tripled in seconds! Why was that? Well…maybe it had to do with the pseudopods on his ribs.
“EEEK! NOHOHOHO! NOHOT THERE! NONO-NAHAHAHAHA!” Logan yelled.
999 almost purred in response, loving listening to Logan’s lovely laugh.
“Are the tickle fights too much? Do you need a break?” Dr. Bright asked through the walkie-talkie.
Logan shook his head. “I’M GOOD. IHIHI’M GOHOHOOD.” Logan replied.
“Okay. Let us know if it gets to be too much.” Dr. Bright told him through the walkie-talkie before logging off.
Logan’s laughter echoed through the place for a little longer, before Logan tapped out. And I can say that this man literally tapped out by tapping 999’s head with his fingers.
Thankfully, 999 understood what this meant, and stopped tickling to give him a break. Logan took some time recovering from his tickle attack, while 999 held his hand with one of its pods. Logan gave the pod a playful little squeeze.
When Logan felt rested enough, he got up and started writing about his experiences with 999 that day. He wrote about the late night tickle fight, and the game of tug-of-war that they played. He wrote the notes in his book, before ripping out the papers and putting them together with a paperclip.
With that all done, Logan gave 999 a hug and wished him farewell. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Logan told it.
999 hugged him back and nuzzled into his chest before letting him go. 999 then slid itself over to the middle of the room, and rolled itself into the dome-like shape. It looked like 999 was going to sleep. Logan let him do that and left the room.
Logan put the papers into the mailbox beside 999’s room, and pulled out his walkie-talkie. “My notes are in the mailbox near 999’s room, ready for pick up.” Logan told it.
“Thanks Logan.” Dr. Bright said. “Have a good rest.”
Logan smiled and clicked his side of the walkie-talkie on. “Thank you. You as well.” Logan replied. By the time he made it to his sleeping quarters, he was ready to crash from over-exertion. The poor thing was beyond exhausted. He didn’t even feel like he had enough energy to call the family back home.
Logan crawled himself into the bed, pulled the covers onto himself, and felt his entire body doze off pretty much right away. He had never felt so ready for sleep before. But now…he has. And he welcomed it gratefully.
#crossover#scp foundation & sanders sides#augtickletober2023#day 15#tickle fight#scp-999#cute#midnight at scp foundation#ticklefic#tickletober 2023#ler!999#lee!logan
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Laugh for Me!
Ships: Intrulogical (Logan x Remus)
Word count: 2785
Warnings: Censored swearing, Remus being Remus, mild angst, tickling, pranks, teasing (Let me know if I need to add anyhting)
Remus was unhinged in every way possible, good and bad. Part of the reasoning behind it was just who he was. I mean he is the personification of every morbid, sexual or intrusive thought that danced its way through Thomas’s head so no one could really blame him for being himself. But another part of it was because he enjoyed others' reactions to it, every reaction he got.
When Patton would scream in terror or when Virgil would hiss at him, it all filled him with glee. He loved observing the other sides reactions to his antics and figuring out what freaked them out and what didn’t freak them out.
But one reaction he did love getting from others was laughter, other’s laughing just made his heart figuratively explode in his chest. So after stewing on the fact that he enjoyed making other people laugh for a fraction of a second he created a new experiment and so began “Operation make every side laugh and figure out what makes them laugh so he can exploit it whenever necessary and also think of a shorter name for this operation.”
Surprisingly Virgil was the easiest one to figure out with minimal research, he laughed whenever Patton made a pun and Remus couldn’t tell at first if it was because it annoyed Logan when Patton made puns or if he actually liked them, so he would have to gather more data.
Luckily after some spying, he found that even when Logan wasn’t in the room when Patton made puns, the jokes always made Virgil laugh, quite honestly he was expecting something very different from ‘Charlie Frown’. But he wrote it down in his notes nonetheless as Virgil’s Hysterical Hacker (That's the name he came up with).
Patton was also elementary to figure out, as the happiest side he would laugh at a lot of things. At first Remus thought that Patton’s Hysterical Hacker would also be puns but it occurred to him Patton didn’t really laugh at puns, even if they weren’t made by himself but then Remus made a discovery.
One day as he went to the kitchen to fetch one of his Cock shaped popsicles from the fridge he found Patton sitting in the kitchen on the computer laughing like a hyena of helium, Remus almost had to be concerned if he was breathing or not.
When he asked Patton what was so funny he was shown a twenty minute compilation video of cat videos on youtube. Some cat’s fell into boxes and others played with balls of yarn but regardless it all made Patton squeal so Remus wrote ‘Cat videos’ down as Patton’s Hysterical Hacker.
Roman took a bit of investigating but as it turned out the answer was right in front of Remus' face, it was rooted in his dear twin brother’s love of Disney. One family love night it was Roman’s turn to choose the movie and he went with a Winnie the Pooh movie much to Remus’s, Janus’s and Logan’s displeasure.
Watching the movie was like folding socks level boring but then something caught Remus interest, after the gang tried to catch a ‘Backson’ all of them fell down a hole except for Piglet who then was challenged to find something to get them out of the hole with.
Piglet’s attempts were all stupid and fueled by miscommunication between Piglet and Rabbit. The scene wasn’t what caught Remus’s interest though it was Prince's not so charming reaction that got him listening.
Roman was rolling with laughter throughout the scene which led Remus’s to the ever so boring conclusion that Roman’s hysterical hacker was, family humor. Something that could be found in every Disney movie ever to exist.
Remus still wrote it down though and moved to the next side.
Janus was a challenge, despite having lived with him in the darkisde of the mindscape for most of his life, Janus never really went into hysterics, sure he’d chuckle but that was all Remus usually saw out of him.
But Remus did get an idea, Janus always seemed to be amused at other’s pain or displeasure like when Logan would get a papercut and Patton would insist on kissing it better or when Virgil’s pet spider Kat would escape his room and Patton would jump on the table and scream.
So as an experiment Remus poured a big helping of salt into Roman’s coffee one morning and when Roman began screaming of how it felt like he was ‘drinking the water of cold, unforgiving and salty seas’ Janus went into his deep villainous belly laugh at the scene. While Logan just rolled his eyes and Patton ran up to Roman all concerned like the father figment he was.
(Virgil was still asleep because he’s not a morning person)
That result said it all, Janus’s Hysterical hacker was another's pain/misfortune. Remus beamed as he wrote it down in his notes.
Hysterical Hackers
Emo widow — puns
Daddy — cat videos
Romano Cheese — family friendly humor
Lies and dulls — other’s pain
Logie bear —
But as Remus finished writing he came to a realization, there was one side left to figure out. His boyfriend. Logan.
You’d think that being his lover Remus could figure out his Hysterical Hacker with ease but now that Remus was thinking about it, he hadn’t really seen Logan laugh before. Maybe he had seen him chuckle once or twice but Remus couldn’t even recall a specific time he saw Logan do that.
That realization made Remus feel sad, He couldn’t remember a time his own boyfriend, the freaking light of his light, had laughed.
But that realization also made Remus more determined than ever to complete his research project. He'd make Logan laugh even if it was the last thing he would ever do.
It was time to get serious. Logan as the logical side didn’t spend time doodling on emotions or things like that so Remus had little to go off of. So that meant he’d need to experiment.
Remus cracked joke after joke around Logan day after day but came up empty handed each time.
Remus upped his pranking game on all of the other sides but each time Logan observed a prank happening he would only roll his eyes at the display.
Remus spied on Logan for hours on end but he got nothing even, when Logan was alone he wouldn’t laugh at anything.
Remus kept trying day after day to get Logan to laugh, he kept getting more and more desperate for it. It almost became like a craving to hear Logan laugh; it was starting to drive Remus insane. He just had to hear Logan laugh, he just had to!
After a full week, Remus had run out of patience so that meant he would need to get information straight from the source and not through spying, experiments or research.
“Logan, I need your help.” Remus rose up into Logan’s room with no warning and interrupted the rhythm of clattering keys of Logan’s computer.
Logan turned in his spinnable desk chair to face his boyfriend, Logan’s rise teemed with interest. They had collaborated on many different projects together and it only made sense really, they were a perfect pair for answering questions.
“Yes Remus, how may I be of assistance?” Logan asked, pushing his glasses up his nose.
Remus didn’t hesitate before he started explaining his predicament to Logan.
“So I started this research project a few weeks ago about what each of the sides hysterical hackers are.”
Logan’s head tilted to the side like a curious puppy’s would.
“Hysterical Hacker?”
“What makes each side laugh, like really laugh.” Remus contextualized
“Ok, please continue.”
“So after I figured out the other’s Hysterical Hackers and I moved on to yours but I couldn’t really find anything that makes you laugh even after I did experiments, observations, you know that sciency stuff you're supposed to do.”
Logan gave a hum of understanding before he got up from his desk chair before speaking again. “I must admit I don’t have much of a sense of humor.”
“Well I could tell that much.” Remus joked sarcastically but inside he was bursting with curiosity. He had come to find out what makes Logan laugh but it appeared that even Logan didn’t know.
“But if you wish, I can help you gather more data.” Logan offered and Remus didn’t hesitate before he responded.
“Yes, so where do we start Logie?”
“Firstly I’d like to hear what results you got with the other’s”
“Well P*ssys is family disney humor, papa bear’s is cat videos, Double dee’s is other pain and tickle me emo ‘s is pun of all things.”
Logan's face tinged with a blush and Remus wondered for a minute if it was something he said. Logan didn’t mind Remus’s colorful vocabulary and his usual reaction to it was an eyeroll, so what prompted the blushing?
Logan centered himself and pushed more words out. “I see, well then since everyone’s Hysterical Hacker is different, we can assume that mine is different too.”
“Lo lo are you ok, your face is all red?”
“I’m quite alright Remus.” Logan’s answer however did not satisfy Remus and he didn’t need the snake like lie detector to know Logan wasn’t telling him the truth. So Remus did the only Logical thing.
Remus ran forward full speed at Logan and tackled Logan down to the floor, sitting on his hips and hands pushing down on his belly to keep him down
“Re–Remus what are you doing?” Logan’s voice was up a few ocatives and the blush on his face got redder and spread across his face.
“You are going to tell me why you are all blushy or I will leave at the top of a broken ferris wheel until you confess!” Remus never made an empty threat and Logan knew this all too well.
“I’m fine–just get your hands off–off me!” Logan's voice also sounded a bit strained and Remus could help but wonder why. That’s when he noticed Logan’s belly trembling under his hands and before Remus could truly think it through he began skimming his fingers over Logan’s tummy.
Logan’s lips flattened and he bit down on his bottom lip which was enough for Remus to understand.
“Aww… is the nerd ticklish?” Remus asked in a baby voice that made Logan so flustered he couldn’t even get words out.
But that still answered Remus' question, Remus found a way to make Logan laugh and he’d say now was a pretty good time to exploit it.
Given Logan seemed to be able to hold in his laughter while Remus was tickling his tummy that meant it wasn’t his weak spot and that meant Remus would need to experiment some.
“Where are you ticklish Starlight?” Remus asked, pausing the movement of his hands for Logan to catch his breath and answer. Remus, being smart, also pulled both of Logan's hands above his head and put them both in his left hand freeing his right hand for tickling.
“I am not ticklish!” Logan insisted, which was the biggest lie Remus ever heard.
“Oh ok, so if I were to pinch your side then you wouldn’t react?” Remus' hand went to pinch Logan’s side and Logan’s mouth tightened around itself probably in an effort to not laugh.
“You need to laugh!” Remus stated. “I command you to laugh for me!” With that being said Remus started scribbling his nails into Logan’s side and then it was all over.
“Ahhhhhahahahahahah no no no REEhehehmush nohahahahahahaht there.” Logan’s laugh was so sweet and light and Remus became addicted to it almost instantly.
“No way Jose, now I need to find all of your tickle spots, so you make things easy and just tell me where your tickle spot is or I can tickle you everywhere until I find it.” Both of Remus’s options were not what Logan was hoping for but Remus was so adorable and maybe he would go easy on him if just told him.
All taken into consideration Logan got out in between laughs “Knees” and Remus did not need to told twice.
Remus let go of Logan’s hands and turned around and sat on Logan’s thighs. Remus' hands went onto Logan's knees and gave them each a squeeze, Logan let out a squeal and his leg began thrashing around, trying to escape.
“Someone’s got very ticklish knees.” Remus smirked at Logan as he began to trace circles around them which got Logan giggling. “But I don’t think your knees are what I’m looking for.”
“Wehehehehehell whahahahat are you lohohohahahaking for?” Logan’s speech was infested with giggles and it made the ever so stoic logical side look a little sillier.
“Your Hysterical Hacker of course!” Remus exclaimed, punctuating the sentence with a squeeze of Logan’s kneecap. “If you won’t laugh on your own, then I’ll make you.”
Well if Logan wasn’t flustered before, he most certainly was now. Remus stopped tickling his knees and Logan took the chance to catch his breath because he knew that Remus wasn’t done with him yet.
Remus carefully examined Logan trying to decide on where else to try tickling him. His sides and knees were certainly good spots but not the best spot clearly. Then Remus’s eyes fell on Logan’s feet which were still dressed in shoes and socks.
In all of the time Remus had spent spying on Logan he hadn’t really seen Logan take off his shoes much. Except when just before he went to bed.
Oh Remus was good.
Wasting no time Remus moved down and sat on Logan’s legs and began to untie the laces on Logan’s shoes, it didn’t take long for Logan to catch on to Remus' devious plan.
“No, no Remus! No, not there!” Logan tried pulling his legs out from Remus but with no success due to Remus’s weight being on top of him.
“Actually Lo lo you said you’d help me find your Hysterical Hacker and if you really want to help me then you’ll sit nice and still and let me experiment.” Remus’s voice had gone uncharacteristically flat as he talked to Logan and Logan found himself with no other options than just to sit there and wait.
Once Logan’s socks were off his feet Remus started Gently running his fingers down the arch of Logan’s foot and he was not expecting the reaction that he got.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* HAHAHAHA REHEHAHAHAH *Snort*”
Remus’s finger’s stopped and he looked back at Logan, who was bright red and now had a hand covering his mouth in embarrassment.
“Jesus f*cking christ Logan, did you just snort?” Remus asked in disbelief, were his ears playing tricks on him?
Logan looked away but nodded, Remus shocked expression turned into an ear splitting grin as he squealed to Logan. “Oh my f*ck that’s so adorkable!”
“No it’s not, it's embarrassing!” Logan argued, Remus's gears were now turning. Was this why Logan never laughed? Because he was embarrassed. Well wouldn’t do at all.
Remus grabbed Logan's foot again and began tickling the skin under his toes and that got Logan screaming.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHA *Snort* NHOHOHOHOHOHO *Snort* REHEHEHEHAHAHAMUHUHS.”
“Logan, you listen to me, and listen well!” Remus ordered to the laughing side beneath him. “Your laugh is amazing and you had better start laughing more often and if you don’t then I’ll tickle you until you pass out everyday, ok?”
“YEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSHSHSH OK JUHUHUHSTSTST STSTAHAHAP!”
Remus let go of Logan’s foot and got up off of him. Remus sat and watched his Boyfriend catch his breath and once he saw Logan lay limp on his bedroom floor he spoke to him.
“Hey, you alive?”
“Well no thanks to you.” Logan grumbled back to him.
“It was for science, my laughy Logie.” Remus insisted to Logan.
“Don’t call me that.” Logan though found himself giggling at the silly pet name.
“But it suits you so well.” Remus came down to Logan and gave him a kiss on the cheek which must have changed Logan’s mind because he didn’t argue back anymore.
“Well then I need to go update notes, I love you my laughy Logie.” Remus sunk down and rose back into his room to finish up his notes.
Hysterical Hackers
Emo widow — puns
Daddy — cat videos
Romano cheese — family friendly humor
Lies and dulls — other’s pain
Logie bear — tickling his sides, knees or feet (further research might be needed for my laughy Logie)
#random#remus sanders#sander sides#logan sanders#sanders sides tickles#sanders sides#ticklish!logan#sanders side fic#intrulogical#i love them#logan x remus#my writing#fanfic#fanfiction#lee!logan
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Logan was regretting pretty much everything that had led to this moment. Thomas getting an audition, Roman asking him for help running lines, and even Logan's own decision to create flashcards for the creative side to use while memorizing the lines. He regretted that last one most of all, because it had led to himself becoming distracted and Roman becoming bored-- a dangerous combination if there ever was one.
Especially because Roman response to 'boredom' seemed to be 'mischief', which is why Logan now found himself pinned with his chest against his desk, Roman's chest against Logan's back, and Roman's fingers wiggling devilishly against Logan's sides.
"Roman-- Roman!" Logan said, using every amount of strength within himself to sound stern when in reality he was biting back giggles with every breath. "This is-- not a good use of our time--"
"Yeah, I don't care," Roman replied. "You can talk all you want about schedules and org charts-- snooze, by the way-- or you could save your breath for when I do this!"
On 'this', he grabbed Logan's left wrist and forced it to the table, leaving his side exposed and vulnerable. Logan tried to scrunch in on himself-- he knew what was coming, but there was nothing he could do when Roman latched onto his flank and squeezed.
"Fuck!" Logan shrieked, and that's when Roman knew he got him; Logan rarely swore unless he was close to losing it. "Why why why why wihihihihihy!"
Humming, Roman continued his thorough investigation of Logan's tickle spots, moving his hand up and down his side to find the best spots where his probing fingers would make Logan scream. "Lots of 'whys' coming from someone who thinks he knows everything, Logan. Why do you think I'm doing this to you?"
He paused, letting Logan take in grateful breaths.
"Because you're immature," he hissed.
Another squeeze sent him back into hysterics.
"Because you're boring," Roman corrected. His grin turned wolfish as he leaned over Logan's back, wiggling for a moment to get comfortable. They were gonna be here for a long time.
#sanders sides tickling#tickling#tickle fic#tickle community#lee!logan#ler!roman#what is this? who's to say? 🤷♀️#fun fact this has been a wip in my drafts since uhhh *checks date* june 27th 2022#literally 10 months JDFHDJKS#whatever im gonna try to start cranking these bad boys out faster nowadays. no need for them to gather dust in my drafts forever#my posts#my writing#minific
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Hi! @galactickles so sorry this is super duper late (seriously please don’t hate me, or do, it’s May I wouldn’t blame you) but I was your Squealing Santa!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating it this year. I know people usually do just Christmas stuff for these, but I’m half Jewish and wanted to write about both holidays because I love them both so much. Hope that’s ok :)
Again I’m so sorry 😭😭 I’m a horrible person
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Ship: Logince (romantic)
Warnings: This is a tickle fic. Some capital text. Other than that nothing this is pure fluff.
Summary: High School AU where Roman and Logan are around 16/17 and dating. Roman is Christian and Logan is Jewish. The two decide to spend December showing each other what’s great about their respective holidays. Chaos and tickling ensues.
Merry Chanukkah
Roman and Logan had only been dating for only around six months when winter rolled around. The second the clock struck midnight on November 1st Roman was in full Christmas mode. Christmas was his all time favorite holiday, how could it not be? There were presents, and loud decorations, and cuddling by the fire, and hot cocoa, and the people he loved most. But his favorite person in the whole wide world, his boyfriend Logan, was Jewish. So he didn’t even celebrate Christmas! He’d probably never even had a proper Christmas, and wasn’t that a sad thought to be having at midnight. So Roman resolved that this year he was gonna make Logan experience Christmas. All the good non-religious bits, anyways. Christmas had never really been about God for Roman anyways. He more enjoyed the family and community aspect of it all.
Unfortunately, both Logan and Roman were absolutely swamped with schoolwork and activities for the entirety of November. Roman was starring in the fall play, and Logan was working hard with his team to get their phenomenal rubber band car ready for the Physics Olympics. Between their busy schedules and Thanksgiving, the two barely even saw each other. Come December, however, a rejuvenated Roman set his plan into action: Operation Make-Logan-Experience-Christmas.
Step one: Decorate the house.
On December 3rd, Roman invited Logan over with no explanation. When Logan pulled into Roman’s driveway he was surprised to find the guy looking extremely frustrated as he furiously attempted to untangle a massive string of lights.
“Ro? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Logan inquired as he exited his car. Roman dropped the lights, a huge smile blooming on his face,
“Hey! You made it! I’m just trying-and failing-to untangle these lights…haha. I wanted to show you all the joys of Christmas since, yknow, you’re Jewish and all. So I figured we could decorate my house together and then drink cocoa?” Logan huffed out a small laugh. His boyfriend was adorable.
“Sure”, he replied with a grin, “Hand me the lights”. He then proceeded to untangle them in one smooth motion, smirking when Roman’s jaw hit the floor.
As the hours wore on, the work was getting agonizingly slow. Especially for Logan who didn’t understand the point of putting lights on the house to begin with. It wasn’t practical; why were they doing it? So, when Roman stretched up to wrap a string of lights around a tree branch, Logan quickly wiggled two fingers in each of Roman’s underarms, eliciting a small shriek. Roman immediately whipped around, light pink dusting his cheeks.
“Dohon’t”, he giggled, voice wavering slightly. See, Logan didn’t get mischievous often, he found it childish. But, well, he was really bored. And maybe Roman was cute when he was tickled or whatever, shut up. Roman tentatively reached up again, and again he he found tickling fingers in his underarms, forcing him to slam his arms down with a squeal. The cycle continued a couple more times before Roman finally whipped around and tackled Logan, squeezing his sides with vigor.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROHOHOHOMAN PLEEHEEHEEASE IHIM SOHORRY STAAHAHAHAAP”, he squealed.
“All right, all right,” Roman relented, “but only because we need to finish these decorations”. And as much as Logan hated to admit it, the decorations did end up pretty great in the end. They were loud and obnoxious and garish and PERFECT. This whole Christmas thing was actually pretty fun, and Logan thought the concept of Roman showing him his favorite parts of the holiday was pretty cute. And that’s what sparked Logan’s newest idea: Operation-Make-Roman-Experience-Chanukkah.
Which is how Roman found himself at Logan’s house on December 18, the first night of Chanukkah. Roman honestly didn’t know much about the holiday, so he was pretty excited. Logan’s family, of course, were delighted to have Roman over. Logan’s grandparents, although not fully understanding that the two boys were dating, were supportive and excited regardless. Roman watched as Logan’s dad lit the shammash with a fire stick and Logan got to light the first candle. Not being religious or motivated enough to actually dig out the yamaka’s, all the male family members simply placed a hand on their heads as Logan’s grandfather recited a prayer. Roman didn’t understand a word of the Hebrew, but he enthusiastically exclaimed “Amen!” with everyone else at the end. The family then sat down for dinner, where Roman proclaimed latkes to be his new favorite food and then proceeded to eat half the platter. After an incredible dinner, they sat on the floor for a rousing game of dreidel. Barely 10 minutes in Roman was losing quite spectacularly. Logan’s grandfather was winning again; no one could quite figure out how he always won a game entirely based on luck. Logan himself had quite a sizeable stack of chocolate gelt in front of him. And maybe Roman was feeling a bit mischievous, sue him. So he sneakily-not-so sneakily stole Logan’s stack of the biggest coins and slid it over to his meager pile. Logan merely gave Roman a side-eye and stole the coins back, but the glint in him eye told him Roman was SO getting it later.
And get it he did, because as soon as Roman and Logan were able to sneak away to Logan’s room, out of earshot from the adults downstairs, Logan wasted no time in pinning Roman to the bed.
“Eheheheh what?” Roman questioned.
“You stole from me. Now it’s time to pay” Logan replied dramatically whilst wiggling his fingers in the air. Romans eyes widened comically at the sight,
“You wouldn’t”.
“Oh I would”. With that Roman burst into laughter, which was only strange for one reason: Logan hadn’t actually started tickling him yet, which sent the shorter man into a flurry of giggles himself,
“ihi hahaven’t eheven tohouched you yehet”.
“Shut up” came the embarrassed reply.
“I’m gonna count to 10”, Logan proclaimed, much to Roman’s horror.
“1”
“nonono wait please don’t”
“2”
“Logan wait please I gave it back”
“3”
“It was a joke! I didn’t mean it! Please I’m sorry!”
“10.”
And with that, Roman couldn’t say much else as he had quickly descended into hysterics as Logan dug mercilessly into Roman’s ribs. He couldn’t even complain that Logan had skipped 4 5 6 7 8 and 9. That didn’t stop Logan from talking, however.
“Aww does that tickle? Is my Prince just sooo ticklish he can’t even handle just a few tickles on his wittle ribs?”
“I bet you’re sorry now. Was my gelt really worth this?”
“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”
Roman meanwhile was dying as fingers were now spidering all over his tummy, leaving the poor boy in stitches.
“This will not end until you apologize for the stolen goods”
“Nehehever”
“Fine. I guess I’ll have to use drastic measures”. Logan’s hands began steadily creeping back up, awakening Roman’s ribs from their much deserved nap. They didn’t stop there however, a terrifying fact that Roman was coming to realize.
“No no no nohot there nohot there pleaheahease” he babbled helplessly, “I cahan’t tahake ihihit”
“Aww, but I thought you liked this Ro. Any last words?”
“Fuck you!” And those truly were his last words for awhile as Logan wormed his hands into Roman’s underarms and vibrated his fingers like ticklish shockwaves pulsing into Roman’s core. Roman was in the clouds. He couldn’t feel his surroundings and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could barely hear his own hysterical laughter over the deafening buzz of fire in his nerves. He couldn’t comprehend anything besides how much it tickled. The sensation blurred reality until he found himself wishing it would last forever while simultaneously needing it to stop that second. It was like oxygen that suffocated. He couldn’t stand it, but he needed it, more than he ever thought he’d need anything. But the feeling was quickly approaching “suffocating”. Fortunately, it suddenly stopped. Reality rushed back through him. Dull tingles racing through his body, soft sheets under him, warm and grounding Logan on top of him. Hands were on his face, in his hair, making sure he was okay.
“Thanks..Logi. That was- fuck”
“Anytime Ro” Logan smiled softly before slipping back into his “mad” voice,
“That’ll teach you not to steal from the great professor!”
“Oh yeah?” Roman questioned as he picked himself off the bed and switched their positions with admittedly little resistance from his boyfriend.
“I think you’ve got a lesson of your own to learn teach.” He said before lowering his voice to a low whisper,
“No-one messes with the prince and makes it out unscathed” And then Logan was in hysterics as the tables turned, fingers on his neck, his ears, his sides all tickling with too much vigor for someone who’d just been tickled to hysterics themselves. The sensations were simultaneously too much and too little, altogether overstimulating while his body kept craving more, more, more as he leaned into the touch instead of away, a fact which Roman was all too eager to point out.
“Aww enjoying yourself there Logi-bear? Is the great professor enjoying his wittle tickles?”
“NO! I HAHAHATE YOUHOUHOO”
“Do you now? I’m not hearing a stop~” At that Logan fell silent because truthfully he was enjoying the affection from his boyfriend. That’s what the holidays were about, after all. Not candles, or decorations, or silly games with spinning tops and chocolate. They were about creating silly memories with the people you love the most. And as he was laughing himself horse, Logan hoped Roman would be there to make these memories with him for many more Christmases and Chanukkahs to come. Because Roman brought happiness and laughter into Logan’s life. And Logan didn’t want to stop laughing for a long time. And so he wouldn’t. ;)
I hope this is okay writing wise. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing my best.
Again I am so so so so fucking sorry uhhh happy Easter? Memorial Day I guess?? I’m so mad at myself for this I procrastinated way too long I don’t even have a good excuse anymore.
#tickle fic#my fics#December in May I guess#lee!logan#lee!roman#ler!logan#ler!roman#switch!logan#switch!roman#sandersides tickle#logince#logince tickle
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Which three sides from Sanders Sides would you choose to wreck with tickles, have an evenly two-sided tickle fight with, and tickle you into oblivion? And why?
I would wreck Logan. Listen, he just needs some tickles, okay?
I feel like Roman would be the best to have a tickle fight with. He would be so dramatic and let me win, if I so wanted.
I would choose Janus to wreck me. He can sense lies so, he'd know when I actually need him to stop, versus when I'm just saying "no!" If that makes sense.
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Lee moods part 1 (logans mood)
TICKLE FIC
Notnobot, "Hello people!!! This is my first fanfic with the sanders, so bare with me. I would also like to announce that I will be starting to take requests for fics, no art because I don't do art, I will be making a request thing a mugig that will tell you what you can request, sorry forgot the name of the stupid thing, please remind me if any of you get the chance. Oh, and ENJOY!!!"
Logan was lying on his bed in one of the biggest lee moods a person could endure, fantasizing about the dreaded t-word while he stretched himself out and hung his feet over his bed. What if someone had been hiding under his bed, then slowly started to drag their fingers over his feet. Or what if someone, maybe patton, came into his room just to tickle his tummy until he was out of breath. Those both sounded pretty nice right about now, logan thought.
After about ten whole minutes of swimming in a six foot deep lee mood, logan decided to head to the living room in hopes someone there would be willing to tickle him.
As he walked towards the living room, he could hear someone laughing. He entered the living room only to see roman on the couch being tickled by patton.
"Ehehehe, pahahaAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE" Roman laughed as patton found an extra ticklish spot near his armpits, not noticing that logan was standing on the threshold of the living room door, only able to watch in pure silence.
Patton, on the other hand, did notice logan. "Wanna help? He is a pretty wiggley wiggle worm, could use an extra pare of hands." Patton asked cheerfully. Logan just stood there and started giggling.
Patton, being the one and only tickle monster of the mind palace, realized that logan had been in a lee mood. Oh yeah, he was in trouble now.
Patton stopped his attack on roman the second he realized this. Roman, once he caught his breath, saw Patton's face and knew someone was in a lee mood. He turned around only to see the mind palaces pocket protector, red in the face, giggling.
Both patton and roman had the same mischievous look on their faces. Roman had actually gotten up and picked up logan to bring him over to the couch, and guess what, logan gave absolutely no fight what so ever. All while Patton was wiggling his fingers waiting for logan to be brought over to him to give him the tickles he so very much wanted.
"Lee mood, huh? Well, don't worry, my ticklish friend, you will get the tickles you so very much want and deserve." Roman teased as he flopped logan onto the couch so his tummy was open for tickling.
Patton sat on his legs so he could tickle his tummy, ribs, and sides while roman was standing by his armpits, ready to tickle at any given moment. Logan didn't even protest. All he did was giggle, waiting for the tickles.
"Pick a number, Lolo." Said patton excitedly. For a moment, logan just giggled, thinking about what the number could mean. It could mean the time they tickled him for, or it could be the time he must wait to be tickled.
Logan thought that it was more likely that it was for the time he had to wait to get tickled, so "ehehe twohohoho plehehehase!"
"Two, it is!" Roman said, "Would you like to count down for us logan?" Logan looked at the two with a flushing face. They were really gonna make him do that?!?! Of all the ways to tease him! Well, logan thought, it's only two seconds.
"Ohohkahay," Logan started, "twohohoho, ohohone, zerohoHOHOHO!" Logan laughed. Roman was softly tracing circles inside his armpits while Patton was digging into his tummy. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, but he loved every last second of it.
"Awww, my cute little nerd is all giggly and cute. What more could a dad ask for?" Patton cooed.
"Yes, he is pretty cute, isn't he?" Roman answered,
After about five minutes of tickling, their favorite nerd, roman had to get it really going, for logan's sake, of course.
"Hay Patton, isn't it time for our afternoon snack?"
Patton looked at roman with the most mischievous, sly smile that roman had ever seen. "Oh, how could I have forgotten our afternoon snack?! We must find a suitable snack for today, but what?"
The two were talking as though there was not a laughing, wiggling logan right in front of them. His giggles, laughs, and snorts filled the room. He was truly lost in tickles, drowning almost.
Roman looked down at logan to see he was still holding up quite well for how long they had been tickling him, so why not tickle him a little more intensely, right?
Roman gave patton a sly grin, and in a smooth voice, he said, "Well, raspberries are very tasty and nutritious. Why not have some of those?"
"NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE RAHAHSBEHERRIEHEHES!" Logan protested, not meaning a single word of it.
With that, patton pushed up logan's shirt and blew raspberry after raspberry on his poor tummy.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEH! IHIHIT'S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE!"
Patton stopped with the raspberries but kept his face on logans belly to soak in all his beautiful laughter. Roman, however, had moved down to logan's ribs to keep him giggling, but no longer laughing as hard as he was with the raspberries.
Roman had stopped with his tickling to let logan calm down. Patton went to fetch him a glass of water while roman got him some apple slices. Logan gladly took all the snacks and drinkage he was offered before sitting on the couch leaning on patton.
"So," started patton, "was it all you wanted?" Logan cuddled closer to patton and nodded, with the biggest smile any of them had ever seen logan wear.
He was happy, they were happy, everyone was happy, even virgil! All the laughter had concerned him, so he came downstairs to find logan all smiliey and roman and patton all happy as well. Virgil had joined in to cuddle logan while he was still happy and smiley.
"All tickled out, huh?" Asked virgil with a small smile already forming on his face. Logan looked up at him and nodded, cuddling back into virgil as well as patton. In the end, they all took a nice relaxing nap on the couch.
The end
Sorry, it's short, guys. I didn't have much time to make it. Hope you all enjoyed it, because I enjoyed making it for you! More will be coming soon!!!
#lee!logan#ler!roman#ler!patton#sanders sides#sanders sides tickling#tickling fluff#me in a lee mood guys#sanders sides fanfic
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I still can’t get over the fact that Wolverine (aka Logan) is canonically ticklish like my heart 😭❤️❤️❤️
(I like to think that this was unscripted and Hugh Jackman is actually just super ticklish lmfao)
#tickling#sprite🥤#tickle scene#ticklish!wolverine#wolverine#lee!wolverine#lee!logan#ticklish!logan#jean grey#x men#the wolverine#logan wolverine#sfw tickling#this is too cute#jean x logan
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Share the Burden (Squealing Santa 2022 II)
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Lees: Logan Sanders, Janus Sanders (briefly)
Lers: Janus Sanders, Logan Sanders (briefly)
Written platonic but completely ambiguous relationship
Word Ct: 2k
Warnings: Tickles
Squealing Santa gift for @switch-writer using the prompt "I’m a sucker for Tickle Fights or helping someone loosen up and laugh a little."
I actually really enjoyed doing this, I love their dynamic. I hope I did it justice but please be prepared for them to be horrifically out of character as it has been a good couple years since I interacted with the fandom. I really do apologize for the delay on this, I've actually had it done for about a week and COMPLETELY forgot to post it. That's completely on me. I'd say happy holidays but it is a bit late for that so I'm going to go with Happy January!! I hope you enjoy.
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Janus entered the living room of the mindscape with a deep sigh, an event that was unfortunately beginning to become more and more common. He received a hum of acknowledgement from none other than the logical side on the couch, gingerly typing away at his laptop. That was about the full extent of their interactions and neither had a problem with it. If anything, they valued the connection without the pressure or effort of legitimate conversation. The silent bond the two shared as of late became more and more appreciated with the addition of new deadlines, opportunities, and projects in Thomas’s life but as much as they tried, neither could deny with the constant work they’ve both been doing that they’d become a bit lonely. Not that either would admit it.
“What are you working on?” Janus asked, causing Logan to look up at him in slight surprise at the unusual conversation.
“Oh! Just a schedule detailing the ideal times and dates for all of the ongoing projects right now. It’s far from done as I have been having a bit of trouble in the way of getting personal projects to coincide with the professional ones and on top of that ensure that proper measures are taken to keep Thomas’s mental health in its best condition.” Logan sighed and braced his head on his hand, returning his attention to the laptop, continuing to frustratedly tap away at the keys.
“You do realize that keeping your own mental health in check is important too, right? If you get too stressed out then Thomas won’t be able to function and all of your work will be for nothing anyways.” Janus pointed out with a stern look Logan pretended not to notice.
“I am well aware. However, this is my job and I know you and I both understand the importance of all of us functioning properly.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t share the burden. You’ve seemed more stressed than usual lately. I’m not busy right now. Allow me to help you.” Janus walked to the back of the couch to peer over Logan’s shoulder at the laptop.
“Janus, while I appreciate the offer, I am not in any need of assistance right now. This is something I can handle on my ow-EEP” Logan finished with sentence with a squeak as Janus leaned over the couch to get a better look and braced his gloved hand on Logan’s shoulder.
Janus withdrew his hand immediately and stood up straight, not wanting to cause the logical side any discomfort. “My apologies. Did I hurt you?”. He noticed the red tint slowly creeping up the other’s face.
“I-I. No. No you didn’t Janus. I am fine.” Logan mumbled, uncharacteristically shy and deliberately avoiding eye contact. “That was merely just uh- unexpected.”
While it wasn’t entirely a lie, Janus knew there was more that Logan wasn’t telling him. He figured it was time for a bit of an experiment. After all, Logan was a self-proclaimed man of science. He was sure to understand. One the the most basic rules of the scientific method is repetition to ensure the results are consistent. Sure enough, when Janus leaned over and squeezed that same spot again, the results remained the same: A yelp and a now more intense blush.
“Janus! That time it was on purpose!”
Janus smirked. So that was it. Maybe there was a way to both get Logan to calm down and also… persuade him to accept his offer to lighten the load. “Hmm,” He teased, “Those shoulders of yours seem a bit tense. A massage would help that, would it not?”
Logan wasn’t used to this type of teasing behavior directed towards him from the deceitful side and as a result, was frozen in shocked silence.
“I’m not hearing a no~” Janus said, resting his hands on either one of Logan’s shoulders, giving him time to protest or push him off. To his slight surprise, Logan didn’t. He began to gently wiggle his fingers, sending the latter into a fit of giggles.
“Hehey! Ihahm supossed to behe worhoking” Logan stuttered.
“I don’t suppose this was on the schedule, was it? Oh well. We can do something about that.” Janus suddenly started squeezing and lightly scratching at the sensitive shoulders beneath his hands. Logan was immediately weakened and broke down into peals of loud laughter, giving Janus time to remove his hands to gracefully hop himself over the back of the couch, close the laptop, and set it on the coffee table for safekeeping. “There. Now we have nothing to worry about.”
He regained his position, though this time sitting next to him and reaching over to grab at Logan’s sides. He playfully dug into them, relishing in the joyful laughter from the man next to him.
Logan clamped his hands over his mouth in a, quite frankly, pathetic attempt to hide his reactions. His words were heavily muffled as he spoke. “ThehEHE lahahptohop beheHEHING CLOHOSED dohoesn’t neghahate the existence OHF THE SCHEDULEHE! WEHE sthihill need to fohoholow IHIT!”
Janus clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Tsk tsk, Logan. So argumentative.” He began climbing his hands up his companion’s ribs, causing a dramatic spike in the volume of the laughter filling the room. “For being the logical one, you of all people should understand that it may not be the wisest idea to start losing battles with those who have you in a bit of a..” He paused to briefly scribble deeply where his hands were in their cruel ascent, “..vulnerable position.”
“IHIT’S NAHAHT MY FAUHLT YOU’RE INTERRUHUHPTING MY WORHORK.”
“What a shame. If I’m interrupting something please tell me so I may allow you to get back to it. I would hate for you to get behind because you’re too ticklish to work.” Logan let out a series of, in Janus’s opinion, very entertaining squawks and sputters of indignation at the tease. He never could take the sarcastic reminders of his, as he put it, ‘heightened biological defensive response’
Logan knew he had to stop him now, if his hands got any higher, he was sure to be too weak to do anything and ultimately too tired after this whole plight to get anything more productive done afterwards. He had no choice but to remove his hands, revealing his bright red face.
Janus was about to unleash another tease, no doubt about Logan’s now visible shining smile with rosy cheeks to match it but was foiled when he felt wiggling fingers underneath either arm. He let out a high pitched squeak that he would deny making until he was blue in the face and instinctively clamped down his arms. After the initial surprise, the squeak made way for loud, booming laughter as Logan tormented him and got sweet revenge.
“ThIHIHS IS HARAHARDLY FAHAHIR. I DIHIDN’T GoHOH FOHOR SPOTS HAHALF AS BAD AHAS THIHIS.” Janus was defenseless. Logan’s hands were completely trapped in one of his worst spots and there was nothing he could do but squirm and laugh.
“You’re one to talk about what is and is not fair. Your skewed definition of ‘fair’ seems to me to be whatever you deem benefits you the best.” Logan said with a smirk, now having the upper hand. They both knew he meant no real malice in the words.
“PFT- HAHAHA LOHOGAN-” Janus attempted to speak as he flailed his hands around in what Logan assumed was a weak attempt to grab at the other’s arms.
“That is my name, yes.” Logan decided he may be enjoying having this kind of power. Just a little bit. A tiny infinitesimal amount. Okay. Maybe a lot. “I wouldn’t try fighting it now, Janus. You’re so drained, you can’t even get hold of my, may I remind you, very much stationary arms.”
The sudden drop of intensity in the other’s (still loud) laughter coupled with the two hands wrapped around his biceps, and the same smirk that had been on Logan’s face moments earlier now adorning Janus’s, let Logan know that he may have made a vital misjudgement in the strength of his opponent. Before he had time to think, he was suddenly pushed down onto the couch by his arms and was looking a very teasy Janus in the eyes as he was pinned down via Janus’s prime spot seated on his waist.
“Tricked you, Logan~” Janus dragged his teasing fingers all along Logan’s tummy, already pushing him into hysterical giggles. “How cruel of you to go for such a bad spot of mine when I haven’t had the chance to repay the favor yet.”
“Ihih- hehehe Jahahhanuss-,”
“You’re giggling so much you can’t even speak. How precious.” Janus looked directly into Logan’s eyes as he spoke, only making the nervous, flustered feeling multiply tenfold. He had no choice but to close them. It was that or death by spontaneous combustion. Unfortunately, the loss of his sight made his other senses supplement for the lack. Every nerve in his body felt like it was alight in the darkness that filled Logan’s vision. Every little movement was felt on his skin and every sound reverberated in his ears. Waiting. Preparing.
“How awful would it be if I just…”Janus trailed off.
Logan paused. He waited for the impact. For the sudden jump from tracing to intense tickling. For the screams of laughter he would surely be in. The tension built and built, Logan still giggling all the way through.
Janus’s voice broke the quiet anticipation. “I bet you would despise… this.” He removed his hands from Logan and when the latter opened his eyes, he found them folded neatly in his lap. He chuckled slightly at Logan’s innocent, confused and slightly disappointed expression. “Am I correct in the assumption that you are now in a tad bit of a mood~?”
Logan couldn’t give anything but a flustered nod.
“Well you’ll be delighted to know that I am more than willing to give you what you want.” Logan’s face lightened. Janus only smirked. “IF. And only if you agree to a couple of... conditions.”
Logan gave what can only be described as a pout. He had a pretty good idea what Janus was going to ask of him. “..and what exactly did you have in mind?”
“I think you,” Janus leaned over to ruffle Logan’s hair, usually clean and well kept, now messy and frizzy from the squirming. “Already know. Though I suppose I could make more formal demands for clarity’s sake. One: You will allow the two of us, or on your own if you so desire, to relax and take a break for the rest of today. I know we both need it.” Logan shot a despairing glance at the laptop. Janus grabbed his chin and forced him to look into his bicolored eyes. “The schedule can wait one day. Two: Once our day of relaxation is over, you will accept my assistance on whatever work needs to be done immediately and will consider my help for future and long term projects. Do we have a deal?~”
Logan laid still for a moment, considering his options. He took into the fact that it was probably better Janus forcing his help onto him than any of the others. In this specific instance, as much as it pained him to say, it could even be beneficial. And he figured Janus’s end of the deal could be… pleasant.
“Fine, Janus. I guess we do have a deal.” He reached his hand out to shake Janus’s.
Janus reached his hand out, presumably to return the handshake, but instead, it shot directly to Logan’s tummy, squeezing and scribbling away with expert precision and speed.
Logan all but screamed at the contact. One might think a man as smart as Logan would learn after the third surprise tickle attack of the day but alas, here he was again at Janus’s mercy.
Oh well. It’s not like either of them minded it. After all, they had the whole rest of the day to do as they pleased.
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This was a blast from the past tbh. TSS was actually the fandom that got me headfirst into the tickling community. It was very nostalgic for me to do this despite the god-awful writer's block I hit in the middle of it.
#squealing santa 2k22#ss2k22#tickling#sfw tickling community#lee!logan#ler!logan#lee!janus#ler!janusa#logan sanders#janus sanders
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Salty to sweet
🎂: Sanders Sides
🧁: Virgil, Logan
🍫: Roman, Remus
🍭: Prinxiety, Intrulogical
🍨 fic
TW: foul language and Remus . Just Remus.
Salty to sweet
It was just one of those days.
Both Logan and Virgil were feeling kinda grumpy. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, if Logan had his vocabulary cards correct.
Logan had been in his room working all day and got snippy at anyone who tried to talk to him .
Virgil was listening to his emo music and ignoring everything around him.
This did not sit well with the creative brothers; Roman & Remus, who were each sides respective boyfriends.
The two were currently talking about it in their shared room.
“Ugh! I’m at a loss! Virgil won’t even open his door, how am I supposed to cheer him up!” Roman said in exasperation.
“I don’t know,” started the other twin, “but I think I have an idea of where to start.”
❤️💜❤️💜💚💙💚💙❤️💜❤️💜💚💙💚💙
The plan was fairly simple, however, there was one insy winsy tiny little massive problem.
The twins had to get their boyfriends out of their respective bedrooms and into the living room first.
Roman thought that by telling Virgil he was watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and asking ‘would he like to join?’ Would do the trick, and it did.
However Virgil wanted Roman to make some food and change into his onesie first. Not too hard.
Remus was having a bit more trouble. “Ugh, sword fighting whale penises! He keeps insisting that he needs to work! I can’t get him to take a break and come down!”
Roman winced at Remus’ exclamation before recovering and saying “have you tried offering crofters?”
Silence.
“Come to think of it, I didn’t think of it!” Roman snorts at his brothers corny wording as Remus types the message and hits send, the text sends, and remains read for about 2 seconds before a (likely very eager) reply of “I’m on my way” comes through.
Remus laughs lightly at his boyfriends response before lightly tossing his phone on the couch. Roman , after doing so, texts Virgil telling him that he has the movie ready to play, popcorn in the table, and is up to dress code.
Both boys arrive downstairs at roughly the same time, Logan first, wearing his usual polo shirt, jeans and Necktie. Virgil lagging behind a bit, in his skeleton onesie.
Remus grabbed the crofters out of the fridge and set it on the table with some bread just in case.
“Oh. “ Logan stated , his way of showing surprise. “I was not informed we would be watching a movie. “
“That’s because you didn’t let me finish. I offered crofters and you immediately came on down. “ Remus scoffs, not unkindly.
“Fair point. “ Logan nods and pushes up his glasses.
“So are we getting started or what. “ a grumpy gruff town states from the other side of the room.
“Yep! Let’s settle down on the couch, hmm?”
The wordless response is that both sets of boys sit on the couch.
Sneakily, the twins enact their plan. They snake their arms around their boyfriends, holding them in a way that they couldn’t escape , without being uncomfortable or realizing what’s going on.
“Actually , Virgil. Me and Remus have a surprise for you guys before we start. “
Virgil hums and Logan says “the correct phrasing would be Remus and I”
Remus just responds by saying “hush, nerdy wolverine. “
Then, with a silent countdown, the twins start ‘attacking’ their boyfriends, scribbling at their sides and poking their tummies.
Both boys , suprised, immediately burst out laughing .
“Whahahahat theheheh fuhuhuhuhck? “ Virgil manages through his laughter . “You better hope Patton doesn’t hear you! Or you might be tickle tickle tickled even more!” Roman teases, his smile growing when Virgil breaks out in a light blush.
“Thihihis. Ihihihis nohohot aha vehehehery gohohood suPRHIHISe” he squeaks at the end when Remus squeezes his thigh.
“You are in No position to be rude, teach.”
“Ohoho shihiHIhIt.” Logan responds
“Hey look brother, we turned them from salty to sweet! “ Roman exclaimed
“Indeed we did, but I think we could use a bit more sugar!”
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The boys continued for a while just like that, teasing their boyfriends and playfully scribbling against their ticklish spots, before Roman gets an idea, a very very evil idea .
Giving his brother a look that says “follow along” Roman speaks “Y’know, we added some sugar into this salty dish, but I think it needs a little extra kick.” He says, grinning evilly
“Oh, I agree, what kinda kick were you thinking?” Remus catches on quickly, matching Roman’s grin as they both continue to assault their lovers with tickles .
“Something fruity , that’s for sure “
“Like us!”
Roman sighs, “like us. However, I can’t think of what fruit to add. Do you have any ideas?”
“I was thinking…. Raspberries?”
“I couldn’t of come up with a better idea!”
“Ohohoho nohohoho . Nohohohot thahahat!” Virgil exclaimed , although he didn’t really mean it. He had to admit, if only to himself, laughing this much was starting to make him feel better.
Logan was very much in the same boat . His mood having been greatly impacted.
I hope your ready! In three, two, one, “ Remus started
“PBBbBBbBbFFt” both twins raspberried at the same time .
“AAHHHahahahahahhahaHa! “CRAHHAHap DoHOHont DoHOhoo THaHAHat!” Logan
“No can do!” That was Roman. Remus nods , they both breathe
“PBBbbBbBbbFFfFT”
More raspberries. More laughter.
After a while, the twins stop, leaving two very giggly sides curled up in their laps.
“So, we still up for a movie?” Roman says, lightly shaking the remote .
Both boys just nod weakly.
As the opening song plays, the twins both think
‘Definitely turned them from salty to sweet.’
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This was written in 2021. (Old Fic) Just posting it to log my progress as a fic writer
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The One and Only
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairings are in the tags
Masterpost
Logan had never ever understood how tickling worked. Of course he knew how it worked, study wise, but he never got to experience it before. The others had tried to tickle him before but it was useless. Logan figured it was because he was more of the logical side, thus he wouldn't be able to feel these sort of things. Though, he could feel pain, like when he gets paper cuts. However, Patton wasn't buying it, everyone had to be ticklish... Right? At least one spot, just one! He had never seen Logan's real laugh or smile. Only a smirk or two, that's all. He was determined to see a real grin from Logan. This resulted in random sneak attacks from Patton, trying to find a spot. But as expected, no reaction..nothing. Day by day Patton was loosing hope but he still wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Popcorns' ready!" Roman shouted as he walked over to give a princey bow to everyone, giving them their popcorn in the process.
Logan and Virgil rolled their eyes as they took the popcorn. Roman then plopped himself next to Patton and Virgil, joining all 3 of them in watching Frozen 2. Logan however, wasn't watching the movie as usual. Instead, he was reading a book about the movie. At the scene where Elsa's mother was singing "All is found", Patton jumped out of excitement because kid Elsa and Anna were just too cute! In the process Patton's arms brushed ever so slightly against Logan's arm (the part between the inner elbow and your hand). This made Logan jerk ever so slightly, but enough for Patton to realise it. Logan was fully aware what just happened from everything he had known about tickling. This made Logan's heart race. He didn't want to be squirming or making a fool of himself in front of Patton, let alone the others! He had seen how it affected the rest before and he knew he had a reputation to keep up. A usually formal and serious person giggling? No way. He couldn't allow that to happen. However something about that light sensation felt oddly nice.
"What was that kiddo?" Patton questioned, his eyes glistening with excitement.
"Nothing Patton, just hit an exciting page. That's all. " Logan stated while having the same look, while in reality he was freaking out yet weirdly excited too.
Virgil turned and smirked, "You sure teach? I have a lot of experience when it comes to recognising people getting anxious. You seem pretty anxious to me right now"
"Stormcloud's right Logan, I can see that grip getting tighter on that book." Roman added, also smirking.
For once Logan had nothing to say. Not wanting to continue this conversation, he just rolled his eyes and went upstairs, a small blush starting to spread across his face. Although Logan tried to act cool, everyone already knew, and there was no denying it.
The next day Patton had woken up early because he was really excited. He had seen the blush on his face and had immediately recognise that look. He had experienced it before as well as seen Roman and Virgil act that way. However when Patton tried to unlock the door, it appeared to be locked. Logan was cleaver enough not to leave his door unlocked but Patton had a trick up his sleeve. He went down to the living room and took a paper clip from one of Logan's paper clip drawer and pried it open so that it was almost like a small, long pole. Patton quietly sprinted upstairs and carefully wiggled the paper clip in the lock of the door knob. "Click" Success! The door had been unlocked. Now it was time to wake up the sleeping beauty. Patton twisted the door knob and open the door slowly. Patton's heart pounded excitedly as he saw Logan in the perfect position possible. Logan was on his bed, one arm drooping down to the side , the other next to him. Patton slowly crept towards Logan and grabbed Logan's arm very gently. He then started to trace light circles around Logan's arm. This caused Logan to start smiling in his sleep. The sight was absolutely adorable. Deciding to get down to business, he started to scribble in random patterns across Logan's arm.
"Wait, Pat-TTOOONNN WHAHAAHAATT AARRHAAAHAHA YOAHHAHAAA DOHAAA-" Logan shrieked frantically, shocked from the sudden and immense sensation coming from his arm. As he started to comprehend the situation, his laughter became less frantic and more.. Joyful? He hated and loved every second, he didn't really understand why or how but he did.
"Aww what's wrong LoLo, someone's ticklish? Not gonna lie kiddo you're really cute when u laugh." Patton cooed.
Logan shook his head, a light blush spreading across his face as he tugged at his left arm. His legs frantically flailing everywhere.
After about 30 seconds Patton decided to use what he bought. Patton gave Logan a small break and started digging into his pocket and pulling something out. Logan giggled from the phantom tickles as he tilted his head towards Patton and saw what he brought.
"Since you've never experienced this before, I think I should make this even better by introducing my little friend" Patton smirked as he pulled out none other than an electrical toothbrush. Logan's eyes widened, trying to pull away as the brush inched closer. When it finally made contact with Logan's arm, oh he had lost it. His hands clenched, legs kicked, trying to stop the tingling feeling of the devastating brush. Logan started shrieking, snorting and laughing uncontrollably, things he thought he'd never be capable of, until now.
"Did you just snort Logiebear? That was adorable!" Patton squeeked in amazement.
"Look at those two, teach's smile sure is something." Virgil said. The laugh coming from Logan's room had woken Roman and Virgil up. The two were now standing at the door watching as Logan thrashed and screamed.
"Something extraordinary, kind of like yours stormcloud." Roman commented. Virgil nudged him on the shoulder, a blush forming as he looked away from Roman.
Roman snickered "Hey, it's true, Patton would agree."
Logan then started wheezing and that was when Patton finally stopped.
"Had fun there kiddo?" Patton asked, rubbing Logan's arm. Logan shook his head, his blush deepening.
"Oh come on I know you did, you didn't even try to stop me with your free arm." Patton joked.
"hnrgh.. I guess I did enjoy the experience of gargalesis.." Logan mumbled, showing his softer side to Patton.
"Uh.. Logan? Do you want to cuddle? If you are ok with it of course." Patton questioned.
Logan gave a heart warming smile and opened his hands. "I welcome you with open arms Patton."
Patton happily jumped onto Logan, afterwards realising something. "Was that a pun?"
A chill ran down Logan's spine as he realised what he said. "Uhm. Not an intentional one, please do not ruin this moment for me Patton."
"Ok okahehey" Patton giggled as he layed on Logan. The both of them stayed like this for a while to say the least.
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I love being mean to Logan 😌✨️
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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
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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.
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Logan hadn't realised just how strong Remus was.
Logan squeals, running away from Remus. "No! No go away!" Remus chases after. He wore a feathery outfit, giggling like mad. "I'm gonna getcha~" Logan trips turning the corner to his bedroom, and Remus pounces, pinning his hands above his head. Logan gasps. Remus was strong. Really strong. Stronger than Roman, even. He struggles, but he barely moves an inch. Remus starts running the feather up and down his side. Remus re-adjusts for every little movement Logan makes. It was intimidating. Then, Logan's body seemed to finally realise he was being tickled. "Snrk- nohoho~" Remus smiles wide, manic and happy. "Aaaa dukadukadukaduka" he giggles watching Logan's brow pinch in confusion. "Waihaihaihait... duka?" Remus giggles. "It's called babbling, almighty god of knowledge. Ever heard of it?" Logan flushes red. "I know, Ihihi nehehever heard sohohome one say duka duka behehefore" Remus raises an eyebrow. "Seriously? Oh!" He puts the feather away. "Have you heard about..." he scribbles up and down his ribs. "Kikikiki!!" Logan laughs, and it sounds almost the same as Remus's teasing. "Rikiki! Hehehehe~" He shifts back and forth. "Ohohone thing I nohohoticed is thahat you're very str- snrk- strong. I nehehever n- noticed before." Remus nods. "Yeah. I used to get most of my aggression out through phiscal activity. I still exercise regularly, it's a lot more satisfying than it looks. The no pain no gain attitude is bullshit, by the way." Logan smiles. "Ohohoh... g- good to know. If I mahahay ask, can I join you?" Remus stops tickling, letting him finish. "I've been meaning to work out, but it seems to be a mental block." Remus smiles. "Okay! Do you want to keep going, or..." Logan blushes beet red. "Erm... y- yes please." Remus smiles down at him, pulling the feather back out.
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No Freaking way….
#shut up alex#personal#marvel#marvel universe#x men 97#x men#magneto#bishop#gambit#beast#wolverine#jubilee#rogue#cyclops#jean grey#erik lehnsherr#lucas bishop#remy lebeau#remy etienne lebeau#hank mccoy#henry mccoy#james howlett#james logan howlett#logan howlett#jubilation lee#anne marie lebeau#anne marie#scott summers
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The X-men are literally just what any average queer friend group looks like
#logan howlett#hank mccoy#ororo munroe#jubilation lee#anna marie darkholme#remy lebeau#kevin sydney#lucas bishop#x men#x men 97#marvel
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