Wakey Wakey, Blakey
Summary: Red is experiencing some difficulty with waking up Blake, who randomly decided to sleep on the couch like usual. Just when he felt like trying again next time, a certain mouse partner comes in to solve the problem with one specific method.
this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!
warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!
enjoy!
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The ambience of the living room is filled with sounds of a spinning ceiling fan and what can be recognized as Pidgey chirping in the outside background as peace surrounds the house.
…Well, some of it when constantly interrupted by snoring.
Red had kept shaking and tapping his sleeping friend while calling his name in an attempt to wake him, but all Blake responded was a yawn and a short grunt. Almost every day, he’d end up randomly falling asleep as if he hadn’t slept for two nights, but the others have their predictions of this happening because of how much Blake just loves warmth. And they can see why, already knowing his trauma.
“C’mon, man, this is probably the 30th time you’ve been doing this. Get up.” Red said with impatience in his voice.
He taps Blake’s covered shoulder one last time in hopes of him finally waking up. However, the result was the same but with interaction.
“Mm.. gimmie a fffew minutes…” Blake responded tiredly, pulling the navy blue comforter up a little.
Red lets out a defeated sigh at this point. He would’ve tried the other methods if it weren’t for him somehow being ignorant of loud noises and water thrown at his face, but he couldn’t give up here. The champion thought if maybe he did give him some time, his second try will be a bit easier… unless he lied again.
Before Red could make his way to the kitchen, a sudden noise of a Poké Ball opening was emitted.
Energy came beaming out of the device, converting into a frostbitten pale Pikachu with a recognizable sharp-toothed grin.
“What the-? Oh hey, buddy.” He looked down at the rabid-like mouse, giving him a pat on the head. Freakachu greeted back with a little bite on his finger, giving out a small hiss.
“Whatcha’ doing outta’ there? You trying to explore around?” The champion scratched his Pokémon’s chin. “Or are you just here to annoy someone with your lil’ antics?”
A quiet purr sounded from Freakachu as its tail began to wag. Despite its aggressive instincts, it would never severely damage its trainer—even if Red accidentally touches its tail, Freakachu will just growl or hiss at him and nothing else.
The electric mouse’s ear twitched as it heard snoring, causing it to turn its head at Blake still in deep sleep.
It then looks back at Red, cocking its head. “Pika?”
“Yyyeah.. Blake’s at it again. And before you say anything else, I would’ve used the other methods if loud noises were able to wake him up.” He explained. “But of course, he doesn’t give a fuck about that or any of it.”
Freakachu looks over at the sleeping trainer, trying to think up of some ideas. It’d rather spend its time doing what it wants than deal with this idiot, but then again, his snores would’ve been disturbing its peace if it just left him there.
Plus, it’d like to avoid snapping to the point it tears him apart… it still cares about Blake after all. Watching him fail to get his hat back every time it steals it always makes the mouse tickled.
Out of nowhere an idea hits, its pondering expression changes to mischief.
The electric mouse ran up to the couch and leaped onto Blake, searching for an opening spot in the blanket.
Red watches with confusion, his eyebrow raised. Whatever his Pokémon thought of, he hopes it’s not an attempt at accidentally hurting his cold friend while jolting him awake with a hard bite.
Noticing the top of the comforter slightly pulled up at the side, Freakachu immediately goes in, crawling down to Blake’s shirt before sneaking inside from the bottom.
“…What’re you doing, Freaka?” Red asked, but received no response from the mouse.
However, he did hear a few giggles from Blake.
The boy had begun shifting around the moment he felt something moving around in his black shirt, putting a hand to his mouth to keep himself from laughing. But a squeal slips out once the tingly feeling turns into nibbling.
Red chuckles after he realizes the one thing that makes waking up a heavy sleeper easy as catching a Caterpie; and it was tickling.
Out of everyone else in the house, Blake is ticklish as hell that even a few pokes would get a snort out of him already. The first time one of his friends—Grey—found out about this little secret of his, the bootleg trainer proved how much of a tickle monster he can be. And just when Blake thought things couldn’t get any better worse, the Kanto champion joins in out of nowhere.
“Mm-! *snort* NAhAHAhaHA-! STAHAP THAHAT!” Red’s reminiscing was suddenly interrupted by laughter which he quickly looked over to. The Johto champion flailed about as his frenemy nibbled on his stomach, leaving no spot un-tickled. “WHUHAHAT THE *snort* HEHELL’S IHIN MY SHIHIHIRT?!”
“About time you woke up,” Red snickered, “you’ve been asleep for like.. three to four minutes. Satisfied with your beauty sleep yet?”
“YEhehes, yeEHEheHEs-!” Blake couldn’t really interpret what he said except for the question, in which he answered to. All he could focus on—whatsoever—was the tickling sensation.
Red smirked, snapping his fingers to draw the electric mouse’s attention.
Freakachu’s ear twitched upon hearing the sound before it scattered out of the trainer’s shirt and blanket as it ran to the champion, getting some bubbly giggles out of Blake in the process.
“Freakachu, you clever lil’ biter!” He complimented, scratching the bottom of the mouse’s chin again.
“Pii!” It grinned with pride, suddenly now climbing up to Red’s shoulder when he was finished to nuzzle against his neck, making him snicker.
He gives it a small pat on the head before walking over to the couch where Blake lays catching his breath. “You alright?”
“*pant, pant* …Yeah.” He replied, letting out a small yawn.
“Man, he really got you good. Guess Grey’s not the only big, bad tickle monster around.” Red chuckled.
A blush invaded Blake’s face at the mention of that memory. “Sh-sure..”
“Well, he’s not wrong.”
The three quickly turned their heads around to a girly voice that belonged to Dawn, who stood there in pajamas eating an apple.
“…How long were you watching us??” The frostbitten boy was the first to speak.
“I only came in here to eat some cereal, but then I heard you laughing when I was finished.” She explained, playfully smirking. “And what do I see here?”
“..You see nothing.” Blake replied with a blank face before looking over to Freakachu snickering at his stupidity. “D’oh, shush.”
That mouse sometimes has to be clever whenever he wants to, does he?
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