TFA Tickle Fic
“Stiff Joints”
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Lee: Bumblebee 🐝
Ler: Ratchet 🚑
(This is not a ship fic, it is platonic)
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This is a short little fic I made cause I was bored hehe I hope you enjoy though
Bumblebee sat on Rachet’s workbench, kicking his legs as they dangled off the side. He was looking all around the room as if he’d never seen it before. In reality, the energy filled scout couldn’t keep his eyes focused in one spot for longer than a minute. He tapped his fingers on the metal surface.
Ratchet was working on fixing one of the yellow bot’s boosters. He was able to detach it so Bumblebee didn’t have to stay there, but Bee insisted. He thought it would be an act of kindness to give Ratchet some company, but the older bot was much more happy working alone.
The constant sound of Bumblebee’s fingers on the table was driving him crazy. He slammed his wrench down and gave the yellow mech an angry glare. Bee smiled nervously and stopped fidgeting. However, it wouldn’t last long.
Within a minute, the bot was making noises with his mouth. Pops and clicks and pops and clicks. Ratchet threw his hands in the air and groaned.
“Bumblebee! If you’re going to be in here, I need you to be quiet!” He exclaimed, “Why don’t you just go to the main room and play one of your video games?”
“I just wanted to spend some time with you! Is that such a crime!” Bumblebee huffed.
“It might as well be when you’re interfering with my work! Do you want this thing fixed or not?”
“Ugh, fine! I’ll get out of your processors.”
With that, the yellow bot got off the table and began exiting the room. Not before giving a sly remark.
“Maybe I should just get Sari to fix it since your joints are getting stiff.”
The comment should’ve been an inside thought, but it managed to slip its way out. He immediately knew he was going to regret it, as he heard Ratchet’s wrench fall to the floor.
The older bot slowly turned around. “What did you say?” He asked, a furious glare in his eyes.
The two were frozen in a stare down for what seemed like forever. Bumblebee took a step back.
“I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT DON’T HURT MEEEEE!!!” He pled as he ran out of the room. Ratchet followed after him.
“BUMBLEBEE! GET YOUR BUMPER BACK HERE!” The angry bot’s yell echoed through the warehouse.
The others had left to go hang out with Sari, so there was nobody there to help. All Bumblebee could do was hope Ratchet gave up before he got to him.
He ran into his room, but before he could use something to block the door, Ratchet managed to force his way in. The door hit Bumblebee and knocked him to the ground.
Recovering from the short daze, his vision focused to see Ratchet standing above him. His lip in an angry snarl.
Bumblebee scooted backwards on the floor. “Please, Ratchet! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” He pleaded, trying to do anything that would save him.
“You say I have stiff joints, eh?” Without acknowledging the smaller mech’s pleas, he picked him up and wrapped one of his arms around his chest plate. “Well let’s test that theory!”
Bumblebee squealed as he felt digits fluttering up and down his side. He kicked his feet and tried pushing himself out of Ratchet’s grasp, but to no avail.
“EHEHAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHATCHET STAHAHAP IT!” He yelled. His face began to flush from his laughter.
Ratchet maneuvered the smaller bot around so he was still trapped, but both of the older bot’s hands were free. Now he was using both his servos to attack him.
Bumblebee squeaked and snorted, unable to escape. Every now and then he let out a small plea, but it was quickly interrupted by laughter. Ratchet was getting into every little space he could, trying to find the best spots to keep torturing the yellow bot.
“Stiff joints!” Ratchet said, recalling the remark again. “Just because some of us aren’t young n’ spry anymore doesn’t mean we’re weak!”
“I KNOHOHOHOW IM SAHAHAHARRYYYYY!!!” Bumblebee didn’t know how much longer he could take. Even worse, he didn’t know how much longer Ratchet would continue.
Then, it stopped. Bumblebee was still giggling from the leftover sensation. However, he wasn’t safe yet.
Ratchet had him cradled in his arms. His mouth curled into an evil grin. Bumblebee’s eyes widened as he looked down at his stomach.
“You-… you wouldn’t…” Bumblebee said, frozen in terror.
“Just watch me.”
Ratchet took a deep breath in and blew a massive raspberry into the yellow bot’s tummy, causing him to scream in a pitch he didn’t think he could get to and then return to a ball of laughs.
The older bot continued by switching between small raspberries and using his free servo to tickle up and down Bumblebee’s stomach. The smaller bot thrashed around, but Ratchet’s hold on him was too tight.
After a minute, Ratchet stopped his attack and let Bumblebee collect himself. He smiled as he watched the yellow bot giggle and squirm around in his arms.
“Joints aren’t so stiff now, are they?” He teased.
“Nohoho… they’re not..” Bumblee replied, out of breath.
Ratchet set him down and gave him a pat on the head. “I’m gonna go finish up on that booster. You want to join me?”
Bumblebee shook his head. “I think I’ll just stay here! Hehehe…”
Ratchet chuckled. “Thats what I thought.”
