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Chapter 21: Stupid Games

Chapter Word Count: 4,950

1) mentions of date-r*pe drugs 2) Cheating? not really but it's complicated 3) Language lmao people got some curse words 4) My sanity being gone.

Gonna be honest here, I dropped off the face of the earth and forgot to post

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“Mouse?” Hearing Sona’s voice when the bathroom door opened was such a relief.

Without your phone (Seokmin took it for safekeeping), you were unsure how long you were sitting in the stall, collecting yourself. You had been replaying the entire confrontation and how it could have gone terribly wrong at any given moment. It took no time for the anxiety to go away but it took longer for the anger to simmer down.

You told yourself you would have done worse if given the opportunity. Part of you wanted to grab the back of his head and slam it into the counter but that would have been too much.

“I’m here.”

You unlocked the stall and stepped out, meeting the firm but concerned face of Sona leaning against the sink counter. Crossing her arms, Sona gave you a once over and relaxed her shoulders.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“When I step out there, how bad am I going to hear it?”

“Pretty bad, bosses are a teeny bit on edge.”

“So I’m fucked?”

“Oh, definitely.” She patted the counter beside her and you stepped over, checking yourself in the mirror. “Now spill before we go out there.”

“Got in a guy's face for spiking someone’s drink. Basically told him that I’d hang him by his balls if he tried, might have let my anger get the best of me, then took his ID and gave it to the guys.”

“Hm, think I could ask Archivist for the camera footage?”

You snorted, finally breaking into a faint smile. “Only if you get it to me after.”

“Deal, let’s get you out of here before half the team walks in here.”

“Oh joy.”

With one more check in the mirror, making sure your dress was pulled down comfortably, Sona led the way out of the bathroom. There was a second guard outside, walking behind the two of you towards the stair before Sona led you up and reality hit the moment their eyes landed on you.

“For the record,” You put your hands up in defense, “I want to say that I handled my anger really well and that could have been a lot worse if I didn’t.”

“Mouse, you threatened to hang him by his balls.” Mingyu and Seokmin didn’t look amused.

“To be fair! I was running on alcohol and anger.” You held up your hands to defend yourself.

“You choked a guy.”

“And he deserved more.”

“Enough.” Seungcheol finally spoke up, putting his hands up before pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s handled. Let’s just take the fact that she stopped someone from getting drugged in Ruby and nothing serious happened.”

That…dialed everyone back somewhat. Seokmin was on you in an instant, taking your hands and checking you over for any sign of injury. Joshua joined at his side, placing a hand on your back, letting himself run his eyes over you just as Seokmin did.

“I’m fine.” You pulled your arms back, looking over their shoulders to Seungcheol then back to the two of them. “Don’t bullshit me when I asked this, does ‘it’s handled’ mean what I believe it does?”

Both of the men before you shared a look, something you couldn’t read in their eyes. Joshua looked over his shoulder then back to you.

“Yes.”

You let your eyes flutter around the room, wracking your brain. There was something gratifying in knowing that he wouldn’t be on the streets anymore.

“Good. I hope they make it hurt.”

“Can you stop side-eying me?” Mouse asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Seungcheol’s car – a black Rolls-Royce Ghost – with Joshua sitting in the back.

It was late, Mouse insisted on staying longer which he and Cheol agreed was fine but Sona was on her tail as she phased in and out of the crowd.

“I dunno, Mouse, are you going to do something like that again but end up with someone hurting you?” The oldest sounded unimpressed and disappointed.

Sighing, she sank down in the passenger seat, “You act like you’ve never acted out of instinct before.”

She is doing it to herself at this point . Joshua told himself, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not saying I haven’t,” Cheol pushed his hair back, sighing. “But that was reckless, what if something happened and you got hurt? Shua, can you say something back there?”

“He has a point, Mouse.” Finally speaking up, she sank more into the seat. He watched her head disappear behind the seat back. “Just because you have some basics of self defense training, you were too close, you purposely made yourself too close, and if he wasn’t the biggest wimp on the planet, it could have ended badly.”

“I ran a hundred different scenarios in my head while in the bathroom, I realized it could have been bad.” There was sincerity behind her words, even some shame if he could place it. “But I knew I couldn’t let her take a drink from it.”

“And you could have done it by just spilling it on the counter, not dumping it on the guy.”

“Can one of you be on my side here?!” She threw her hands up, sitting straight and whipping her gaze between him and Seungcheol. “Yes, I did something stupid! But I saved someone from being drugged and probably much worse. Can you at least cut me some slack? Just because you two and Hannie don’t tell me what you deal with, Jihoon was honest and I know you guys don’t fuck with date-rape drugs.”

Seungcheol pulled over on the side of the road not far from the house, turning in his seat to face her. Joshua had seen the look in his eyes before, there was conflict on whether he wanted to be harsh or understanding. He had seen it when Seungcheol had scolded some of the other guys for reckless behavior over the years. More often than not he was understanding but there were times where he put his leadership before his friendship.

Mouse’s hands were balled in fists on top of the middle console, nostrils flaring with every breath. “Do not give me that look, Seungcheol, you know just as much as I do that you can’t protect me from everything in this world. You made a choice on letting me know the lives you all maintain. Teach me to fight better, train me somehow if you want me to be able to hold my own even the smallest amount. But trust me when I say that I would rather go down with a fight than let someone innocent get hurt.”

The second they got back to the house, Mouse marched into Jeonghan’s room and not so gently closed the door.

“How do any of you deal with her?” Seungcheol said, disbelief huffed out in anger, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a glass, ice, and a dark whiskey bottle. “I’m serious, Joshua. She gets under my skin like no one ever has before.”

Joshua followed behind him, leaning back against the cleaned counters.

When he first met her he had asked himself something similar. She always had a comeback, some smartass remark, and at first he didn’t understand what Jeonghan saw in her in the beginning. Jeonghan once said she was broken like the rest of them but had a will stronger than steel and she wanted to keep moving forward. She managed to fit herself in near perfectly with the thirteen of them rather quickly, so he had some understanding of the feelings Seungcheol was going through.

But…not that long ago, he understood what everyone saw.

There was a spark in Mouse that he had seen when the group of them were younger, starting out. She had some…untamed issues – anger – a lot more than maybe Soonyoung had when he got angry. Joshua could see it in her eyes along with the anxiety the night of the Gala when Kihyun grabbed her. It was there alongside the weighing numbness the night Mingyu got shot. He saw it tonight when Mouse took the ID from the wallet and left to talk to Seungcheol.

Yet he also saw this…childlike, happy to be there personality that masked insecurity and timid confidence.

Spending time with her over the last few days showed him that she was more than the loud, somewhat reckless, and smartass person she liked to show off most days. Mouse liked really bad, old movies and rewatching shows from the nineties. She loved video games enough to go toe to toe with Wonwoo online and cheered with pure euphoria when she promptly won against the hacker.

There was much more Joshua could think of but it left fluttering feelings in his stomach at the idea. It wasn’t just the…butterflies? But there was a knot of guilt knowing he was absolutely falling for her best friend’s girl.

“Can you give her a chance? After all this time you have to have some trust in her, right?” Joshua asked and Seungcheol groaned in frustration as he poured himself a cup of whiskey. “I’m not taking full sides but if you didn’t trust her, you wouldn’t be letting her come here, letting her hang out as much, you could order Jeonghan to stay away from her, but you haven’t. She has done nothing to break our trust, she is dating Jeonghan, the guys love having someone else with us. She has done a lot to help when she didn’t have to.”

Seungcheol took a long drink from his cup, staring down at the counter. “The problem is that I do trust her. I have that annoying protective feeling that I have with all of you but it’s worse for her since she doesn’t know how to protect herself well enough against the assholes we deal with.”

“Then teach her. Get Minghao, Junhui, and even Chan to handle her. Sona would be willing to help and Mouse trusts her. Get her up to our standards – your standards, and have some faith.”

Cheol took another sip, tapping his nails against the countertop, eyes darting around as he went over the details in his head. “Fine. Once Jeonghan gets back and things go back to normal I’ll start her out with Chan. This doesn’t mean I’m allowing her to join anything major SVT related. Just to let her handle things on her own if needed.”

“Promise you won’t be mad.” You called Jeonghan after texting him to see if he was awake.

“ If this is about what happened at Ruby, Mingyu already told me.”

“God damn it.” Fucking snitch…

“ Kinda impressed there, the videos are even better.”

“Of course Wonwoo sent you the video.”

“He sent it to all of us in a group chat.”

“Can you uh…” You cleared your throat, “Can you forward that video to me?”

“Already on it.” Jeonghan laughed tiredly. “ Did Cheol and Shua give you hell?”

You rolled your eyes, falling back onto his bed now that you removed your heels and jewelry. “Sometimes I feel like Cheol treats me like a child and not a grown woman.”

“ Ah, you know that isn’t true. He probably scolded you because he cares. Mingyu said you asked Cheol to handle the guy once he left?”

“I know what I was asking when I went to him. I don’t want the dickbag hurting anyone else.”

“I expect nothing less out of my girl.”

Words rolled around on your tongue, staying silent before he hummed your nickname.

“ What’s wrong, baby?”

“I miss you, Hannie.” Finally letting the words that were weighing on you out, you sighed, curling up on your side. “And before you ask, I’m okay, everyone has been a great distraction, but I miss you, I miss our dates, I miss talking to you after work.”

You could hear him laugh again, it brought a needed lightness in your chest. “ Just one more week then I’m all yours again. Just stick with Shua and Minnie. I’m sure they are a good way to fill the gap.”

Over the course of an hour, you and Jeonghan spoke as you changed and cleaned up for the night. He gave vague information on what exactly he was working on in Japan. You fell asleep somewhere in the middle of some long explanation regarding Mochi making that Jeonghan was going on a tangent about.

When morning came, Mingyu was skipping into the room, shaking you awake with a wide smile on his face. You tried to swat him away but he only flopped himself down over you until you were gasping for air and hitting him on his back.

“Get off!”

“Get up!”

“I can’t breathe!”

“Come have breakfast!”

“I will if you fuck off!” You slapped his back harder and he whined, pushing himself up and off of you, stretching his arms back behind him to try and rub the spot. Heaving a breath, you sat up, hugging a pillow close.

“Joshua made pancakes!” Mingyu tossed your sweatshirt at you which you slid on and trudged yourself out of bed. “I made bacon, eggs, hash browns-”

Shuffling after him, the mouthwatering smell hit you the moment you stepped foot into the hall with chatter filling your ears.

“Oh good, I didn’t want to die if I had to wake her up.” Seokmin’s voice rang out from his spot beside Junhui at the counter, passing things along to some of the others to place on the table.

“Haha, very funny.” You mocked him, shuffling towards the counter and poured yourself a near full cup of coffee. “I was up talking to Jeonghan last night.”

“Ohh, talking to her boyfriend~” Seungkwan’s teasing had your eyes rolling back and an unimpressed sigh leaving you.

Ignoring anything else that left his mouth, you took your normal seat at the table, one space over from Jeonghan’s, peering over to the pouty, puffy face of Seungcheol, thick hair sticking up in multiple directions and a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. His eyes were closed and his hands were shoved in the front pocket of his sweatshirt from what you could tell.

Scary leader, my ass.

The seats filled with the guys, each in different stages of awareness. Wonwoo, for the first time in a long time, wasn’t on his phone, rather sitting with a far out expression with his glasses crookedly perched up on his nose.

“Eat up, everything’s on the table.” Taking his seat beside Seungcheol, Joshua called down the table and instantly hands, forks, and chatter roared across the table.

“Thanks for the food.” You hummed, reaching for different items, stacking a decent pile of food, and ate, smiling to yourself at the home cooked breakfast.

“Hey, Mouse?” Mingyu caught your eye across the table, food stuffed in his cheek as he spoke. “Why don’t you have a car?”

“Oh- I never had a need for one.” Shrugging, you sipping your coffee. “I have my license but the city has decent public transport so I didn't think it was necessary. Plus I don’t have enough money to shell out every month to pay for one, they aren’t cheap.”

“It’s expensive to live on your own.” As you continued, you felt a few sets of eyes on you, mainly from Joshua, Seungcheol, and Seokmin but you simply looked down at your plate. “I’m fine without one. I’ve managed thus far.”

Mingyu looked ready to open his mouth and say something in response, but Seungkwan called out, asking for one of them to pass the syrup bottle at your end of the table and the idle conversation flowed once more.

Wonwoo, you, and Jihoon made quick work in cleaning up when everyone was finished eating. There was a nagging thought in the back of your mind regarding the guy from last night and your request to Seungcheol. You peered at Wonwoo from the corner of your eye, shifting from foot to foot while your arms were elbow deep in cleaning the dishware not allowed in the dishwasher.

Sliding up beside you, placing glass cups in the dishwasher, Wonwoo spoke quietly. “If you want to ask what happened to him, you can ask.”

“If I ask, will you tell me the truth or will you say that you can’t tell me because of Cheol?”

“Come down to Pandora once you’re done here.”

Looking over your shoulder, Jihoon was wiping down the table and a majority of the group dispersed, some on the couch while others were fully missing from the living room. It was just the two of you near the sink. Sending him a nod, Wonwoo was off, having finished his part of the clean up, and disappeared down the hall.

“Mouse!” Seokmin bounced into the kitchen, changed into some shorts and a muscle t-shirt as you dried your hands off. “Since we are heading back into the city later, do you want to get Pho for dinner?”

“Hm? Yeah. That sounds fine.”

“Do you want to do something? Soonyoung and I were going to go into the gym outback but if you want to do something-”

“I’m going to head down to Pandora. Play some games with Wonwoo.”

“Ah~ Alright, I’ll catch you around the time we are going to leave if I don’t see you.”

Ruffling your hair, he was off, exiting out the back sliding doors as you made your way towards the ‘basement’ to meet with the hacker. At the bottom of the stairs, you stared at the handprint keypad, and raised your hand to knock, only for the door to open, Wonwoo staring at you.

“We’ll need to put your handprint in the system.” He turned and left you to follow behind.

The TV on the console wall was on and you scoffed at the game that was pulled up.

“It Takes Two?”

“Mingyu is bad at it and no one else has time to play.” He sat down and held out a controller for you to take, kicking his sock covered feet up on the coffee table. “Plus, you want to talk, this is what I want to do while talking.”

Sitting beside him, mirroring the position he sat, you took the controller and got comfortable. As the game started, both of you sat quietly, taking in the opening cutscene you’ve seen before in playthrough videos.

“Is he dead?”

The question didn’t seem to phase Wonwoo as he started to mess with the controls. Both your eyes were locked on the screen, working in unspoken tandem to get through the game.

“He is.” He hummed out the words. “We also found out who sold the drugs to him and it snowballed from there. Looked into the guy, no major priors with the police, dug into some socials and he is a creep that doesn’t take no well.”

“And his dealer?”

“Not dead, but we are keeping him to find his supplier.”

“Good.”

Nodding to yourself, the game continued before your eyes, more calm silence blanketing the room. It was nice, no expectations put on you, playing a video game that should need a decent bit of communication but you and Wonwoo worked well without it verbally. While the both of you weren’t exactly close, it was a rather brother-sister friendship that was built between you.

He loved to annoy you, getting into your personal space to just be a nuisance was his personal favorite. He’d stand there, not touching you or saying anything but would purposely get in the way if you were doing something. Once you had asked him to go away and he made the childish remark that he wasn’t touching you so he was perfectly fine where he was.

Your favorite contribution to the friendship was gloating when he lost to you in a game he was good at. He’d never admit that he hated it, mostly a silent competitive person, but he’d always find a way to win one way or another. Another contribution was having someone let you into Pandora and completely fucking with his computer, changing the wallpaper, the speed on his computer mouse to the absolute lowest, and a few times changing his computer language. It made you laugh every time you received a message from him, words laced with annoyance, telling you to stop.

“Is it too personal to ask why you joined SVT?”

“It’s nothing compared to some people in the group.”

“It’s still your story.”

Wonwoo’s fingers stopped on the controller for a moment, mainly noticed by his character stopping on the screen. After another pause, he started back up.

“It was mainly money. My mother passed away and my father needed to help our family. We were barely making ends meet since I have a brother. I went into college late because we didn’t have the funds. Started working with SVT for cash under the table some months before the first semester. Then things took off and I simply left school mid-semester. Didn’t need it at that point since I could find everything online. I took the time to teach myself more and here we are years later. I do send my family money so they won’t have to worry too much. They think I just work for the cover company.”

“Were you ever scared of being in SVT?”

“I think there will always be a part of me that has some fear, I can’t lie and say I haven’t had fear, but it is what I do with that fear that allows me to move forward or handle future situations. The life we have is always changing, always dangerous, but I think we’ve learned how to manage the fear we have and continue on.”

It made sense. Wonwoo was always someone that handled things with a calm demeanor and a straight face. The only time you had seen him crack was when Mingyu got shot. He didn’t cry but he damn near could have if given the time. There was composure in him that you found fascinating.

“Mouse?” He paused the game, turning his head to you and setting his controller in his lap. “Why do you spend your birthdays alone?”

You huffed out a laugh, dropping your eyes down from the screen to your own controller. “I’m guessing you couldn’t find a lot of records on me once I turned eighteen?”

“Only a police report with most info redacted and a name change.”

“I’m not going to over complicate it all. My parents died, pretty bad OD, I found them but cops didn’t want to put out that one of their own was taking drugs in a report. My extended family didn’t want me so I bounced around in foster care, changed my name at eighteen. In those foster homes, I didn’t celebrate my birthday, so celebrating it brought back some bad memories from being kicked out from my last home. The state I was in gets rid of all their foster care files once the person ages out of the system.”

“So you isolate yourself every year?”

“More or less.” You laughed again, it couldn’t be helped. Looking at him now, you sighed, a smile on your face. “I…don’t think I’ll be doing that next year though.”

He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side.

“I think I found a group of people to help me not hide from the pain anymore.”

Your stomach was in knots, guilt and nausea had been plaguing you all morning.

For the last week, waiting on Jeonghan to come home, Joshua had been picking you up every single day after work, taking you for multiple dinners, a movie, clothes shopping , and he even helped you get a gift for Jeonghan’s birthday. Yesterday he had taken you to an amusement park that was holding an event for adults after hours!

The flirting had ramped up on his end, it was eating you alive. Jeonghan called and texted a lot and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You knew Joshua’s flirting was intentional, he took you to some of your favorite restaurants, saying Jeonghan had told him. He took you to a movie you wanted to see because Seokmin told him.

Your head was all messed up.

You knew you didn’t want to break up with Jeonghan. You’ve missed him since he left, you missed the reassurance he gave when you were stressed, the way he’d take care of you and always filled you with wonder at something new or adventurous. He’d spoil you, which you didn’t need but he insisted. You found joy in returning the care, listening to him vent when something was bothering him, cooking some of his favorite meals for at home dates, and loving the never ending laughter flow between the two of you.

With Joshua…Things were calm. He made you feel like you didn’t have a care in the world to give. There were unspoken words that let the two of you communicate if you wanted to stay in and watch shows at the penthouse or go out and go somewhere. Joshua listened to your ramble about different recipes you loved and offered to cook them with you. He wanted to know what your favorite desserts were, saying he might be making or getting it for you one of these days. He made you feel like you were enough when you weren’t putting on an act when you were exhausted.

Jeonghan and Joshua, both of them made you feel safe. Both of them were a comfort you’ve grown to love being around.

You were more confused than ever.

But here you were now, in the passenger seat of the silver Charger with Joshua driving to the hangar the plane pulled into to pick up Jeonghan. It was late, his flight having pulled inside only a few minutes prior, and your leg was bouncing with the nerves that coursed through your veins. A glance beside you had Joshua in a similar state, biting at the skin around his nails, tapping his other hand quietly against the wheel.

The second the car was put in park and you saw the door to the plane open, you were out the door. Multiple men were flitting around the hangar bay, taking bags to the appropriate cars. You walked in fast, a few of the men glanced at you but you only nodded, which they reciprocated, probably recognizing you, and you spotted Jeonghan easily.

With his back to you, you could see Jeonghan was speaking to a man dressed in a black suit, two suitcases resting on either side of him. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, surprisingly dressed down in a sweater and sweatpants despite the business he told you he needed to attend right before leaving.

With the amount of SVT men around, you called out to him using his call name. Jeonghan turned rather quickly to face you and you felt the world slow down.

He looked tired, the dark circles under his eyes prominent, and the smile he gave you was enough to know that he was going to need a few days rest to recover from the constant go he was on. The moment his arms opened for a hug, you embraced him tightly, feeling the rumble of his laughter as he held you close.

“Hello to you too, love.” Jeonghan took in a deep breath, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“I missed you.” The words were muffled by your face pressed into the fabric of his sweater, breathing in the smell of his cologne. “I missed you so much.”

You could feel the rumble of his laughter again, only letting him go when he pushed you back slightly, feeling a kiss being placed on your forehead. He raised his eyes to look behind you and Jeonghan smiled, a spark flicking behind his dark eyes.

“ Hades , always good to see you.” Playfulness was dancing in his tone. “Have you pampered my girl well?”

Joshua coughed and cleared his throat, stumbling over his words. “Uh- yeah, yeah, totally. Um- Do you want to head back to the uh- Penthouse, get some rest?”

There was a smirk spreading on his face that sent a chill down your spine. A part of you had a feeling Jeonghan knew of the situationship going on between you and Joshua. You tried to keep your breathing even as you grabbed one of his suitcases and helped him bring it towards the car. You insisted on sitting in the back, needing a moment to collect the racing thoughts that hammered your mind.

Stepping into the penthouse didn’t ease any of the tension in your shoulders when you noticed Seokmin sitting on the touch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. He perked up the moment the three of you entered and a gut feeling was telling you to retreat and hide in one of the rooms.

Jeonghan was stretching his arms out, walking to the kitchen for a bottle of water once the front door closed, humming out a greeting to Seokmin who smiled wide and greeted him in return. The two were…peppy? It was giving you anxiety. You busied yourself with moving his suitcases out of the doorway and rested them near the hallway for easy access when wanting to go to bed. Joshua seemed in no rush to sit down on one of the couches.

When Jeonghan did sit down, placing himself directly beside Seokmin, both of their smiles dropped.

Jeonghan looked at you then to Joshua, pinning you both with a harsh stare.

“Sit down, we need to talk.”

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specksizedgoddess · 6 months ago

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i just found ur blog and read ur intro post. what kind of buggirl r u? do u have a specific buggirl sona? u seem p cool and i hope u have a nice day/night

dhfbhfhd hello!!!

I'm so sorry, I havent changed that yet- I'm usually just a bug-sized girl, and occasionally an equally bug-sized sheep (thats still a girl)

BUT!! I've thought about this a lot, and if I were to make my sona's design more bug-like, I'd want to choose from two choices: either a moth, or a roach (or maybe a cicada :0)

Moths are my favorite bugs by far, and I think they are absolutely gorgeous creatures that deserve the world. I love them so much, and I honestly think Eve could look cute with a set of fluttering, furry wings...

Roaches might seem like an odd choice, but I honestly really like them..... plus, they're durable, which would explain an awful lot of my sona's tendancy to come back no matter what, usually desperate for more... plus, it leans further into the "vermin" side, and gives all the real people a reason to look down at me~

Cicadas are an interesting one, because I grew up with them a LOT. I don't mind the little things, even if they can be annoying sometimes.... just like Eve, they make fun noises and keep desperately begging for you to pay attention to them!!

Anyways, I'm sorry for rambling- this is something I've wanted to talk about for a little while honestly, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well darling!!

#thanks for the ask!#sorry for. rambling

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bimobuddy · 29 days ago

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Lazy Day

Tickle fic about Bimo <3

Tal is my sona, and technically me, but I feel more comfortable writing in the third person, so that is what I'm going to do

edit: Oops, I forgot to credit Avery and Casper to @guppygiggles sorry friend ^^

Summary: Bimo has been sleeping all day, Tal tries to get him up

Bimo lounged on the couch, belly down, his paws propped up on the arm rest and his tail flicking lazily. His ear twitched at the slightest disturbance somewhere in the distance. It was an old house, it creaked sometimes. With his cheek squished up against his arm, his eyes fluttered shut once more, ready for his third nap of the day.

A nap that was interrupted before it even started by the back door creaking open and clicking shut once more. Keys jingled before being set on the counter, and the gentle thud of a bag being placed on the kitchen table, where a certain someone knew it didn't belong.

Soft footsteps approached the couch where Bimo rested, and his ear cocked toward his housemate as they leaned over the back of the couch.

"You've been sleeping all day, Bee. I was gone for three hours and you were napping when I left, too."

Bimo opened his eye at the sound of Tal's voice and lazily turned his head to look up at them, noticing how the sun hit their pink fur. He huffed out a slight chuckle, not bothering to sit up. "I'm having a lazy day."

Tal laughed, "So just a normal Wednesday for you. Have you gotten up at all today?" They made their way around the couch, softly skittering fingers over his paws as they passed by.

Bimo huffed and jerked his legs back, his tail instinctively coming up to cover the undersides of his feet. "Of course I have. I've gotten up to eat lunch, to drink water- ... Okay so there hasn't been a lot of up today."

"Maybe you should get up and walk around for a bit then, stretch your legs.. Sitting still all day isn't good for you, and you know that." They replied, sitting down on the edge of the couch to avoid sitting on his legs.

The blue cat sighed. "I'm nocturnal, I can't help it."

"You're not nocturnal, you just say that so I don't get on you about working at night. I'm a cat too, you can't fool me."

Bimo opened an eye and glanced up at his housemate. "You're one to talk about sleep schedules, Mx. Two-In-The-Morning-Isn't-Late."

Countless times he's been up working only to pass by Tal's room and see them up watching TV or in bed on their phone. The latest he's ever seen them still up was 4 am, and he stepped in to remind them to get some sleep. But he also couldn't deny that they had a point. His sleep habits weren't the healthiest either. He'd sleep all day, and then get a boost of energy in the evening to get started on biology work.

Bimo got too much sleep, and Tal got too little.

The pink cat started to gently shake him by the shoulder. "Bimooo, get up already. We're supposed to meet Avery and Casper today anyway. You keep accepting Avery's invitations to nerd science dinners." They said, though their tone was light and not a real complaint. Tal loved seeing them.

"Don't act like you don't also enjoy those 'nerd science dinners,' Talon, you also pop in when it gets to a subject you like and- oh a little lower actually~" he purred, not at all bothered by Tal pushing on his shoulder. In fact he seemed to enjoy it.

Their ear twitched in mild irritation. They loved their friend to death, but he was a pain to get up sometimes. But they also had a feeling he was being difficult on purpose.

"A little lower? You mean here?" They slipped their fingers under his arm and wiggled, drawing a startled giggle out of him.

The bigger cat pulled his arms in and presses them down against his sides, instinctively trying to block out the tickling. "Ru- Ruhude! Tahahalon!" Despite his protests, Tal knew he was enjoying himself. It wasn't something he often admitted out loud, but he made it clear he enjoyed it. For example, his body was still relaxed, he made no real attempt to move or push them away, and he was purring. The purring always gave him away.

He buried his face into his pillow as he laughed, and Tal quickly snatched his glasses off before he could accidentally bend or break them, setting them on the end table.

"Bee, just gehet up!" They laughed and brought both hands up and gently dug into the sides of his belly, tickling faster. The sooner he got up, the sooner they could get ready and head to Avery's.

His ears folded back and he snorted, finally moving a little and turning over onto his side, which just prompted the smaller cat to start gently pinching his lower belly. "Wahait wahahait, Tahahal!"

"Wait for what? For you to get up and put real pants on? I am!" They teased, skittering across his tummy and back up his sides, slipping their hands underneath his sweater.

Bimo gently grabbed their wrists, laughing harder, a nice dark blue spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "I hahave pahants ohon!"

"Pajama pants don't count, Beebs," they pulled their hands out from under his sweater and wiggled their fingers in the air, "Get up, or you know where I'm going next~" Their hands passed over his hips, past his knees, until they were hovering over his paws, where Bimo's tail quickly covered them.

"A-Alright, Ahalright, I'm uhup.." The blue cat pushed himself off the couch and stood up with a big stretch, his knees popping as he did so. He yawned and grabbed his glasses, slipping them back on, grateful that Tal had thought about them.

He jumped a little as he felt a smaller body press against his in a hug, trying to wrap their arms around him, followed by a light purring, which in turn triggered his much deeper purr, which was more like a rumble in his chest. He wrapped his tail around them affectionately.

"I'll go get dressed, and we'll head down to the lighthouse." He said, gently prying pink paws off of him so he could follow through with his plan.

Tal nodded and let go of him, sitting down. "Sounds good, I'll be here."

With that, he turned and left the sitting room, heading up toward his bedroom, the ancient staircase complaining and groaning under his weight. Once in his room, he changed out of his pajama pants into something more suitable for a visit with friends, and slipped on a sweater that looked nearly identical to the one he had previously had on, only it was a slightly lighter shade of pink. He didn't have much variation in his wardrobe.

When he descended the stairs and entered the sitting room again, he found Tal leaned back against the couch, asleep.

With a fond sigh and a shake of the head, he carefully lifted his smaller friend into his arms and carried them out toward the car.

#sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickling #tickle fic #bimo's ocs #Bimo and Tal #Bimo fic #sfw tickle fic

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lolths-lover · 10 months ago

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Vday art of an au I have with my sona and flutters

#my art #art #digital art #artist #mlp #mlp fanart #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #original character #fluttershy #Fluttershy mlp #mlp g4 #mlp g4 fanart #ship art #pony #ponysona #valentines day #valentines day ship art

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cometchasinglove · 5 months ago

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Heya! Here's a little fic I wrote for a dear friend of mine, @kaijus-love-zone, featuring her Sona and TFP Ratchet! I had such a fun time writing this!

Ocean Wonders

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,046

As the two lovers passed through the swirling, green portal from the Autobot base, a smile blossomed across Kaiju’s face. Once the ambulance exited the ground bridge and rolled onto the pavement of the road, she could barely contain her excitement as she wiggled in his front seat.

They arrived at the coordinates of the secluded beach. There, no one could find them or bother them. As Ratchet led the way to the white, sandy paradise, he noticed her cheery demeanor quite swiftly.

“Excited, Kaiju?”

The woman nodded.

“I am! I can’t believe this is your first time seeing the ocean.”

Ratchet hummed.

“Well, none of our missions ever directed us here.” His alt-mode shifted. “Besides, I never saw the appeal.”

Kaiju thought for a moment, feeling her heart flutter inside her chest. She winked at his dashboard, giggling a little.

“I think you may change your mind on that, Ratchet.”

Several moments later, the two made it to the field of sand. Ratchet allowed Kaiju to step out onto the ground before he transformed with mechanical clicks and whirrs. Kaiju sighed happily, running her fingers through her mohawk as the setting sun glowed across the freckles on her skin. Eventually, she caught Ratchet staring at her with an almost fond look, his cyan optics bright with silent adoration.

“Come on!” Kaiju waved at him. “It’s right up ahead.”

She walked alongside him, trying to match his speed as best as she could. The ocean shoreline was only a few feet away, and she couldn’t wait to show him its unyielding beauty.

...

Frankly, Ratchet didn’t understand why Kaiju wanted to show him the ocean. It couldn’t have been more exciting than other locations on the planet, surely? Nevertheless, he knew that it was important to her, and that was enough for him to join her.

The mech felt the environment around him, acknowledging the salty, sea air on his olfactory sensors as well as the cool breeze against his plating. As he approached the ocean, his pedes sinking into the sand, he wondered if it was more pleasing than other sites on Earth he personally witnessed. Once the two reached the shoreline, he watched as Kaiju gasped and smiled out into the grand, blue expanse of water.

“We made it!”

Ratchet turned his gaze from her, focusing out into the sea. His optics widened and his digits gave a slight wiggle at his sides. He took his time, soaking in the sight before him. His audial receptors picked up the sound of crashing waves against the sand while his optics noticed the birds soaring in the distance above the water. The sun glistened across the ocean, turning it almost orange. It seemed endless, just as his love for Kaiju. He appreciated it; he admired it. Ratchet smiled.

“Oh.”

Below him, Kaiju lifted her phone and showed it to Ratchet. Before the trip, she asked him if she could take pictures of his reaction. He said that it was fine before, and it was certainly fine now. As she took photos, she kicked her leg as she watched him absorb everything into his processor.

“The sea is so calm today. It worked out perfectly for us.”

Ratchet tilted his helm, curious.

“Is it…normally not calm?”

He supposed that it made sense as Kaiju nodded, her loose hair flowing in the wind.

“Oh, no. The ocean is both dangerous and beautiful. It’s-”

She paused, and then, she shook her head, noticing how Ratchet kept his gaze steady on the sea.

“Well, I’ll tell you later.”

Ratchet turned to face her, sharing her smile. Her knowledge made him joyful, her passion almost contagious.

“I would like to know.” He rolled his shoulders a little. “As for now, may we lie in the sand for a moment?”

Kaiju nodded.

...

Soon after, the two found a secure spot on the beach, resting there together. The sand was warm but soft as the two sat in silence, enjoying the world around them. Occasionally, she glanced up at his large form. Kaiju was delighted to witness Ratchet’s appreciation for Earth. It may not be his home planet, but it still had much to offer.

After some time passed, Ratchet fidgeted and complained about the sand finding its way into his plating.

“How irritating.”

Kaiju smiled, feeling sympathetic.

“Yeah, sand does that to us, too. I can give you a detail clean soon, if you want.”

Ratchet shook his helm.

“No, no. It’s fine. I can manage for now.”

Kaiju hummed as the two continued to relax as one. Gradually, Ratchet pointed out into the sand, his curiosity lifting.

“May I ask what that green substance is on the shoreline?”

Kaiju was more than happy to explain.

“It’s kelp! It’s getting washed-up by the waves!” She crossed her legs, gesturing with her hands. “The spots where it’s all clumped-up on the shore is where the tide reaches during high tide. At low tide, the water goes out and you can find sea creatures like crabs and clams!”

Ratchet appeared puzzled.

“And how can the water rise and lower in level?”

Kaiju smiled.

“The moon! Its gravity pulls the water around a bit.”

Ratchet thought to himself, lifting a digit to his mouthpiece.

“Hm. Well, in that case, could we visit a low tide someday?”

Kaiju nodded, excitement bubbling in her stomach.

“Sure! We can go right now.”

And that was when Ratchet stopped her with his voice. Kaiju turned towards him, witnessing a slow grin draw itself across his faceplate.

“It’s tempting. But, seeing as we’re alone together…I have other plans that I would like to offer you, Kaiju.”

...

The medic felt a rush of warmth in his chassis once he noticed his lover’s reddening face, matching the glow of her dark, brown eyes. He smiled, gently pulling her closer into his servos. He cupped her tiny body, protecting her and cradling her near him. Tenderly, he drew his digits down her back in a soft but sensual manner. Ratchet heard her breath hitch and he smiled, lifting her higher to his helm.

There, he pressed her forehead against his and vented with a blissful sigh.

As long as he still functioned, no force on Earth or on Cybertron could ever bring her harm.

Divider Credit: @/thetaey

#mouseyindulgence #my fics #transformers prime #ratchet #kaiju #raiju #other self inserts #other self ships

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