#bimbeez

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damn shawty whoooaaaaaa

pairing?: tommyinnit and original enby oc. not romantic

genre: kinda fluffy, kinda comedy, a wee bit angsty with tommy

trigger warnings: tommy gets in his own thoughts and does a mini brain spiral, not too intense though and i dont think anything else happens so. :} but lemme know!

timeline may be off i ouuhguhgohg listen. im tryin my best BLSKDBF

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It was a hot summer’s day, the sun beating down on Bimbeez’s back. They’d traded their striped sweater and jeans for a white tank top and shorts, they’d been expecting to be working hard that day. Yesterday, Tommy and them had agreed that, despite how much they didn’t want to, they’d go grinding for wood the next day. And now there they both were, chopping and swinging away at the oak trees near the Pogtopia base.

It’d been a couple of hours already and while they both had gathered a significant amount of logs, they still had a long, long way to go. Tommy flopped down against one of the logs they’d yet to drag back to base. He ran a hand across his forehead, slick with sweat and grime. “Beez, we outta stop for a bit.” Bimbeez nodded silently, taking their place next to Tommy. “Too fuckin’ hot to be workin’ like this.”

“You got that right.” Bimbeez let out a groan, spreading their limbs out over the tree and through the soft grass. “Can’t believe we got stuck with this, this sucks.” They used the bottom of their tank top to wipe away the work from their face, hoping to get mostly clean. They took off their heart-shaped glasses, once again using the fabric of their shirt to wipe them clean. Their stark black eyes shimmered with the light reflected off the tinted shades, making the light on their face a bright pink.

“We should get someone else to do it for-” Tommy stopped, his mouth curling into a mischievous grin. “Beez, what if we kidnap someone to do it?”

“Tommy, that’s terrible!! No way.” They placed the glasses back onto their face, breaking into nervous laughter from his suggestion.

“No, c’mon Beez, listen! We’ll take someone, and use them to grind for wood! We’ll take their stuff hostage”

“Tommy, no! We aren’t kidnapping anyone. Plus, Wilbur would, like, kill us.”

“Pfft, what?? Beez, no he wouldn’t, Wil- He’d get it, he’d understand, right?” Tommy tried to stop the peels of laughter that poured from his mouth. He’d turned to Bimbeez at this point and was nudging their arm.

“No he wouldn’t, dude! He wants you to lay low, you’re exiled.” They huffed along playfully. Their tone grew more serious, though. “I mean, if Schlatt found out you’d kidnapped a L’ma- … Manbergian citizen, then…”

Tommy rolled his eyes, clearly NOT having it. “Beez, Schlatt’s a bitch, alright? He- he couldn’t take us if he tried.” He struggled to get the words out, too excited about his new idea.

“Tommy I’m not kidnapping someone with you, I’d be killed.” They shook their head and rested back against the log. The fatigue of their afternoon was starting to settle in their limbs, though, and the idea of someone else taking over for them sounded pretty appealing… No, they decided, it wouldn’t happen. One, there was no way it would work, and two, Schlatt finding out about their involvement would mean exile, or worse. They couldn’t risk it.

Tommy had continued blabbing about his hostage plan when Bimbeez noticed something far off in the woods. They leaned forward, squinted, tried to make out the figure, and they gasped. “TOMMY look!!” Their yell turned quickly to a harsh whisper, as to not scare away the figure. They pointed over to it and bounced where they sat. “It’s a caaat!! Yooo it’s a calico she’s so pretty holy shit.” They spoke quicker, starting to flap their hands.

Tommy, excited now by Bimbeez enthusiasm, also started to flap along with them, beaming. Finally, something fun to do. “Ohhh shit!! Wait, you got fish on you, right?”

“Uhhh. No.” Beez grimaced, thinking. “Wait okay. Okay. Keep an eye on her, okay? I’ll be right back-” They sprang up and started towards the river near the base. Hopefully, they’d find a salmon in there and bring it to the cat. Tommy didn’t even get the chance to object before they were already jumping into the river, their squeals and laughter heard all the way from where Tommy sat. Well, so much for doing something fun.

He sat restlessly, staring hard at the cat sitting so far away. Everytime she moved he tensed himself, ready to get up and give chase, but she never moved. He overheard the splashing of Beez in the river, and their occasional cry of frustration as they worked to catch some fish. Whatever… 

He thought back to what Bimbeez had said before. About Schlatt. He guessed he was lucky to have loyal friends like Tubbo and Bimbeez, friends who’d go against the President’s wishes just to spend some time together. But something felt wrong, really wrong. They were endangering themselves. For him. Well, also for Techno and Wilbur, but they weren’t really around whenever Tubbo, Beez and him went on “adventures.” Bimbeez even said they were kinda glad that Wilbur and Techno weren’t there to bother them while they worked, something he hadn’t noted at first. What if something happened to them? Because of him? He hugged his legs close to his chest, bouncing a foot against the ground. The cat still hadn’t moved. He wondered as to how she’d gotten all the way out here. Unless there was a village or a swamp nearby, there was no reason the cat should be out in an oak forest…. Maybe she was all alone. She’d gotten lost, she’d gotten… shunned away. Maybe she was like him. Exiled. Separated from their friends. Lonely. He sighed out, sprawling out against the wall. At least he had a family. The poor kitty had nothing. Or maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was just a kitty, who didn’t feel alone or upset or abandoned. He envied that mindset. If his thoughts would just stop racing like that…

“Tommy I’m back!!” Bimbeez stamped up to the blonde boy from behind, releasing a handful of slimy, still squirming fish into their original seat.

“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK DON’T TOUCH ME!! WHAT THE- THEY’RE SLIMY!!!” Tommy yelled, torn from his thoughts. Thank God for the distraction. Bimbeez hopped over to Tommy’s side of the long, grabbing one of the fish and spearing it with their sword. They continued this process, ensuring that all of the fish had stopped moving.

“Okay, here’s the plan. You sneak around behind the cat, and I try to take her from the front. You catch her if she tries to run off, got it?” Tommy nodded, a wide grin lined on his lips. “Cool cool! Here, take some of these.” They handed half the fish they’d caught to Tommy, who fake gagged as he took them. “Just in case she escapes.” Bimbeez stood up, crouched to a lower level. Tommy copied the action. Then silently, as if in some great escape, they creeped towards the cat.

Tommy made sure to diverge from Bimbeez’s path, crossing behind a tree and around another, until he was finally behind the cat. Beez was slowly making their way over to the kitty, a decapitated salmon held in their outstretched hands. They whispered and cooed to the cat, hoping to gain her trust. The cat stared at Bimbeez, wide-eyed. She looked ready to bound away at any moment. Bimbeez, once she was only a few feet away from the cat, set the fish down on the ground. “Here kitty, kitty, eat up.” Their voice was a couple octaves higher, they spoke to the cat as if she were a baby. The kitty, still suspicious, creeped a little closer to the fish. Beez looked up to Tommy, beaming proudly, and Tommy gave them a thumbs up back. The cat sniffed at the fish, took the tail into its mouth - and dashed away.

“GET HER!!” Tommy lept after the cat, his long legs aiding him in chasing the kitty. Bimbeez followed soon after. They bounded and weaved through tree roots and rocks and hilly structures, trying their best to keep the cat in sight. But they were no match for the cat. Their previous exhaustion hadn’t left them, hadn’t freed them from its burning grasp, and they were falling fast. Beez was the first to collapse, tripping over a twisted root and completely eating shit. They lay on the ground, too weak to stand, and they called out to Tommy to keep going. He didn’t acknowledge, just kept running. Shortly after, they heard an “oh fuck” and a loud thud. They’d lost the race, and now the cat was gone.

Bimbeez sighed out, solemn from the loss. Somehow, they managed to tug themselves off the grass bed beneath them and make their way over to Tommy. They plopped beside the boy, who still laid on his side from when he’d fallen. “Damn it.” They panted every other word. “We lost her. Jesus, that sucks.” Tommy did nothing but nod in response, completely defeated for all of two seconds. The two sat for a while in silence, trying to catch their breaths and regain the strength to stand.

That is, until they heard movement in the grass. Beez peered up from their moping and let out a small gasp. The calico had returned, padding softly over to the two. Beez was stunned. The kitty sat close to Bimbeez, her tail flicking from side to side. She mewled and Bimbeez covered their mouth with their hands. The meow caused Tommy to look, who gasped upon seeing the cat again. “Holy shit, there she is!!” He tried to keep his voice to a whisper but he just couldn’t contain his excitement. Beez grabbed a fish out from their inventory and handed it to the kitty, shocked into silence. She took the fish from Bimbeez’s hands and began to eat. Beez, taking a leap of faith, stretched their hand out and started to delicately pet the calico. She tensed, stopped her eating at first, then she relaxed and let Beez pet her. Beez sighed out, the happiest they’d been in a while.

“Hi kitty… Let’s get you back to the base, huh?”

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They’d set the calico up on a new bed Bimbeez made just for her. Beez was sitting right by the bed, watching the cat snooze off her meal, despite them desperately needing a bath. Tommy sat behind them, converting half of the wood into planks. He couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head. About Tubbo, Bimbeez, Schlatt… He had to ask, just to get a sense of clarity for himself. “Hey, Beez?” Beez sat up with a hum and looked over at him. “Why do you come out to see me?”

Beez gave a huffy laugh in response. “Well, ‘cuz I think you’re cool, duh.”

“Well I get that, I just-” Tommy paused. He needed a moment to collect his jumbled thoughts. “-I mean, why do you risk so much just to see me?”

This made the enby pause and reflect a little. “Hm. Well, I think that’s pretty obvious too! I like you a lot. I like seein’ you and hangin’ out, I don’t care enough about the law to let it stop me.”

“I’m just so scared,” Tommy regretted the words the second they left his mouth, but it was too late to take them back. He continued. “I mean, if something were to happen to you two… It’d be my fault, right?”

Beez’s mood softened. They curled their legs up to their chest, staying silent for a moment. “Not really. Like, it kinda would be our fault. We were the ones sneakin’ out, you know?”

“But you wouldn’t be sneaking out if it weren’t for me!”

“Tommy, it’s okay, I promise!” Beez sat up a little and held out their hands to the other teen. “I wouldn’t come out here if I was that worried about it. I promise, we’ll be okay. Me and Tubbo.

Tommy couldn’t say anything in return. He wanted to believe them, he wanted to so badly, but he had a terrible gut feeling about all of this. But when he looked at Beez, he saw total confidence in their face, something he wasn’t used to seeing. With a hesitant sigh, he took Beez out-stretched hands. They smiled at him and squeezed gently on his digits. “It’ll be okay. We can fend for ourselves.”

“I know.” Tommy closed his eyes and tried to come to terms with everything once again. He felt someone ruffle his hair and he shooed them away, opening an eye and expecting to see Bimbeez looming over him. But it wasn’t.

“What are you two doing in here?” Wilbur went to his side of the dugout cave home, popping open a chest. “I thought I told you to collect wood.”

“We did,” Bimbeez beamed, and gestured behind them. “We got distracted though.” The cat had woken up by now and was making herself busy, cleaning her back. Wilbur nodded to the cat, humming to acknowledge it. He quickly returned to his work, though. Beez sighed, rolling their eyes. “Disappointing reaction, but that’s fine. We haven’t named her yet, I thought we could all name her together.”

“Well, I’m not gonna be here long, so it’ll be up to you and Tommy.” Wilbur closed the chest, adjusting himself and heading out. Both teens sat in empty silence for a bit. God, this sucked.

“Okay, whatever, forget him.” Beez laid a gentle hand on the kitty and pet her. “We’ll just name her ourselves.” 

“Her name is Shawty.” A cackle came out of Beez mouth. They shook their head.

“No no no, Shawty- Shwawty’s good-”

“SHWAWTY???”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HELLO?”

“YOU SAID SHWAWTY YOU FUCKIN’ IDIOT, OH MY GOD-”

“I DIDN’T!! I SAID SHAWTY YOU KNOW I MEANT SHAWTY-”

The two argued back and forth at increasing volume, interrupting each other and thoroughly pissing each other off. At some point, Beez tried to play-tackle Tommy but was thrown off by number one, his surprising strength for a string bean, and number two, his push that drove Beez away. They took this as a challenge, jumping in for another tackle. The two were full on play fighting, laughing and pulling at each other’s hair and screaming the whole way along. The awkward, dead air of Wilbur’s appearance was gone now, replaced by nothing but unrestrained fun.

Tommy was the first to give. Although a tough fighter, he couldn’t stand up to Beez’s superior bulk over him. They both just flopped to the ground in a heaping pile. The sun was just now beginning to set: setting the sky with orange, pinks, purples, beautiful palettes. It had been a bit of an odd day, but nothing couldn’t be made better with friends, right? That’s how Tommy felt anyways. In this moment, lying on the floor with one of his best friends, he couldn’t have felt more happy.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah, Beez?”

Beez looked at him, and grinned with glee. “Let’s name her Shawty.”

Tommy grinned back. “Shawty it is.”

A/N: have a good day :] ALSO THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE TOMMY RELEVENT MOMENTS SO. :( we’re coping bro