Little bit of a drabble! Nothing too long, short tickle fic while I work on school stuff and my first request!
Just a gremlin little AbsoluteSolver drone who’s a bit feisty when they’re hangry and a Disassembly Drone who’s knows how to make them settle down
Ler!V x Lee!GN!Solver!Reader
“I swear to god, if N and Uzi aren’t back with the oil in the next minute, I’m going feral and hunting down the next Worker I see.”
“And that’s why I’m on Y/n watch.” V huffed, glancing over at the smaller Worker Drone seated on the floor. V was siting beside you, arms crossed as she leaned back against the wall. She was on the floor with for now, trying to keep you from wandering off restlessly.
“Meh meh meh, Y/n watch is unnecessary… but seriously, I need oil.” You couldn’t help but pout, arms crossing to mirror her.
“I know you do, but you can wait. Only your wings and tail have sprouted, so you have quite a bit of time until you reach the point of overheating.” V rolled her yellow eyes, gaze briefly flicking up to see your tail’s critter head nomming on one of her yellow nanite acid-filled headlights. She heaved an agitated sigh, swatting away the little parasite. “Yeah, just wings and tail. Especially your tail.”
“But Veeeeeeee… I need oillllll. This is still one of my first few times and I hate waiting around like this!” You snapped back at her, languidly rolling over into her lap from the side, sprawled out now with your wing flopped open on the floor on one side away from her and the other furled at my opposite side against her stomach.
She shot you a light glare, unamused by her partner’s whining. “Y/n, if you don’t shut up about oil, I’m about to duck-tape you to the wall until the lovebirds come back. Believe me, I know about the hunting urges. You’re fine.”
“Ughhhhhhhh…” You groaned in annoyance, feeling your stomach rumble not even a beat after. Stupid things programmed into the drones. That was completely unnecessary to program the sensation of hunger when requiring a refuel!
“Y/n.” V hissed under her breath, glower sharpening as she stared down at you. She needed a way to keep you occupied, and fast, before she had you launching out of her lap to actually hunt down your fellow Colony drones.
She lightly jabbed at your rumbly stomach, mostly out of absent thought to express her annoyance, but what she didn’t expect was an abrupt squeak in response.
You froze, hand quickly slapped over your mouth when you realized what sound had slipped out. Damn it. Now she was given ideas.
“Well, I could always just distract you from your hangriness for now.” The Disassembly Drone shrugged, casual in her tone.
But it was deceptively nonchalant. She sat there for about two seconds longer before her hands suddenly sprung into action, fingers latching onto your sides before spidering up and down them. You immediately erupted into frantic giggles the moment her fingers touched down, squirming away as best as you could all sprawled out in her lap.
“Stop what~? I’m just distracting this very grouchy, hangry little Solver gremlin. Keeping your mind off oil.” She gleefully replied, all too giddy when it came to your torture, apparently. “Hmmmmm… let’s test these wings of yours, actually. See if they flap well in such a dreadfully hungry condition you’re in.”
And her fingers darted up to skitter along your wings, which instantly flared out from the touch, though itching to furl back in soon after. Hard to do in her lap like this. Her fingers were relentless, lightly dancing across the organic-like material of your wings, tracing along membranes and testing out every inch of them she could reach from her position.
Then she turned her attention more inward, mischievous fingers traveling from the outer edges in, lightly digging into the inner section, where the bases connected to your torso. Essentially a “wing pit” of sorts, which proved to be incredibly effective as you let out a shriek.
”See, this is what you get for being a pianist in the ass when you crave oil. Awh, look at those cute little fangs. I guess those popped in too, huh~?” V hummed in response, smirk tugging at her lips as she noticed the grin plastered across your face, unconcealed with both your hands swatting at her own. Little fangs poked out of your grin, another trait passed on down through the Solver gene.
You could only wonder if the wing sensitivity was passed on to. That is, if you could think straight. V just dug her fingers in the wing pits as rough as she could while maintaining the ticklish attack, and your thrashed around in her lap with a squeal and more uncontrollable streams of laughter.
V, enjoying this all too much, kept it up for at least another few minutes before slowing her tormenting fingers to a stop, resting against your wings while you laid there, panting for artificial breath.
Once you caught it, you glanced back up at her with a weak glare, though rendered entirely useless by the linger smile plastered forcefully on your face. Visor flushed with heat from it all, you shakily propped yourself to now sit up in her lap, wings limp behind you as your tail was.
“Th-That— That was mean.”
“Mm, I know~”
“Oh shut up with that tone.”
“You love it anyway.” V just scoffed in return, giving your side one last jab for good measure in return for your sass. Then she shifted to wrap her arms around your waist, tugging you closer in her lap now that you were chest to chest.
“Mmh… whatever.” You heaved a pouting sigh, but shifted to rest your chest against her shoulder while she burrowed her face in the crook of your neck.
Well, you wouldn’t complain about this. Now a bit more tuckered out and comfy in your girlfriend’s arms and lap, you could wait a bit for oil.
Just a little longer.
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Ok drabble over! How’d we like it? Wrote this way past midnight lmao
Hi Hii! I see you have requests open, and I wanted to make a request for a fic! :)
Murder trio try to go hunting only to get outsmarted and fall into a giggle bug (fluffy version of the robo bugs) nest and get the daylights tickled out of em
or smth with tickle critters.
Very tired from being a writer most of the time (and thanks to school), just need a lil break from it yk?
Thanks and have a nice day! :)
Comin’ right up! Sorry it took a bit, school and all as well 😮💨
Anyway straight onto the fic! I always loved ur fics and u were probably my biggest inspiration to start writing for the fandom :3
Infamous giggle bug time >:D
I used some script from ur Uzi fic tho when the message pops up from the bug so it’s more accurate
Mission Derailed by the Cleaner Crew
A trio fic abt the Disassembly Drones squad! Decided that this is after the events of the season so they’re on slightly better terms and N isn’t being as abused
Lee!J, Lee!V, Lee!N & Ler!GiggleBugs
Onto the story!
“Keep up, you slowpokes. We don’t have all night, and at this rate the sun will be up by the time you both crawl out of your stupid hole of a bunker.”
“Oh shut up, J. You’re not our squad leader anymore. Haven’t you learned by now that your authority means zilch?” V scoffed in response, brushing past the silver pigtailed-drone with an agitated flick of her wire tail. “And you’re not much better than N and I, just clinging to the busted-up space ship instead of taking shelter with us.”
J just gave her an offended glare, but rolled her digital eyes and decided to keep walking, managing to be a step in front of V again.
The trio was out on a mission, and J had finally rejoined V and N after a tense period of months being isolated in the ship within the corpse spire. Rather reluctantly, she might add, although the tiniest part of her maybe felt an old sense of normalcy and contentment with just the three of them as a squad again. Out like they used to be, with rather similar bickering. Just not as heavy topics to reference unlike the present.
“Wait— Wait guys, wait up!” N blurted out, scrambling to catch up after her had taken a bit too long chatting and saying goodbye to Uzi.
He quickly fell in step with the other two, though J insistently tried to keep ahead. “Well I prefer not to fully exist alongside the barely sentient toasters you call ‘friends’ instead of JUST food, which is what they should be.”
“Y’know, if you ever actually tried to get to know one of those ‘toasters’, you’d see they’re not that different from us. Well, maybe just different from you, since not all of them are such prejudiced, corporate-brainwashed asshats.”
“Hey, I object to that statement! I stopped following Cyn, thank you very much. I just know the difference in quality between myself and… others.”
“Oh, are you fucking implying—”
“OHO—KAY, guys, calm down, we’re not here to rip each other’s throats out.” N swiftly intervened, moving to stand between the two with a nervous smile, glancing at the both of them.
V just rolled her eyes and turned her head away, whereas J shot him an even sharper glare. He shrunk away from it on instinct, but took a breath and straightened a little back up, trying to remember what Uzi had told him. Right. Don’t just bend over backwards for J. She’s… scary, but she’s not the same anymore. She’ll bark, but won’t bite… as hard.
V gave him a slight look of pride for silently holding his own against J, although she’d never admit to it. Can’t give him too much credit so easily.
J just scoffed wordlessly and pushed the pilot aside, reinserting herself between him and V out of sheer stubbornness. She didn’t like giving up her leading position, as thin of strings as she could grasp in her situation.
N took that as his cue to just keep going, smile back on his face as he successfully got past another tense interaction with J. “Okie-dokie then. Now remember, we’re on two missions tonight. One is just to scout for any remains of the Solver. The other is just… hunting, at J’s insistence.”
“That’s what we’re meant to DO, you dolt. Of course I insist we hunt.” J huffed, earning another nasty look from V.
“ANYWAY. J, you get this incredibly rare chance to take us on a hunt, but don’t expect it to be common. Uzi let us go because we don’t have enough donors right now and we’re far enough away so that we don’t hunt down anyone from her Colony. Just stragglers.” V reaffirmed N’s statements, being more specific to dissuade her old squad mate from forming a belief that this would be a normal thing again.
J didn’t bother to stifle a hiss at that, her tail giving an angry lash. “Oh Uzi said this, Uzi said that— I don’t care what that angst-filled microwave has to say. I’m only going along with this whole weird new life of yours because there’s nothing better to do without a corporate overshadowing our duties.”
“Well you better start caring. That drone is the bane of my existence but she’s our admin now, and by extension, your admin.” V retorted, reaching over to harshly jab at one of the five nanite-filled LED lights in J’s headband, causing the other drone to let out a sharper agitated hiss.
V wouldn’t really verbally admit that she listened to Uzi somewhat because she viewed her as a friend, just as N did, but that was for another time. This was just for the sake of snapping back at J.
“Agh. Only on paper.”
“Well, not on paper, more like—”
“Okay, not again.” N sighed, deciding to not loudly interject in this developing argument this time. Might as well let them air it all out for now.
The three kept walking, figuring it wasn’t an immediate concern to hunt down anything yet, so they went on foot. They traversed far enough away from the bunker to be sure there was no accidental consumption of a known Worker from the Colony, as per Uzi’s begrudging request.
Right now the trio was trekking through a ruined city, debris and rubble scattered everywhere from the initial invasion of Copper-9 by the Disassembly Drones and Solver itself. The buildings were corroded and crumbling, car wrecks littered along the roads, frozen skeletons were dotted here and there. But at least the stars were twinkling above despite the dystopian environment.
There was just a little bit of breeze, the occasional little creak of a settling ruin and such breaking the soundless atmosphere, but otherwise it was silent.
Well, besides the continued heated yapping between V and J, that is. Which N was subjected to during the entire trip. Not that he was much of a complainer, happy to be “doing anything”, but even he would rather not listen to the hostile words being catapulted back at one another.
He absently kicked a little pile of rubble as they continued trudging along, hands in his coat pockets as he heaved a small weary sigh. He’d forgotten how often the two female drones clashed even back when they hunted together, as rare as it was for them to go as a trio all at once. But it seemed worse now.
Looking for a potential target, or really just anything to distract him, his gaze wandered around the devastated city. Completely dirty and strewn with the wreckage, never to be— Oh. His thoughts were interrupted.
“What was that?” He piped up, not too loud, but enough to accidentally draw J and V’s attention.
“What was what, moron-bot?”
“What is it, idiot?”
Not even picking up on the usual insults from the both of them, N listened for another scurrying sound before he simply pointed to something he spotted a few feet away. “That.”
It was a little mechanical cricket-roach, only a few inches tall and wide, sitting atop a ruined car. A surprisingly clean car, the metal practically buffed to perfection to boot. Odd. The rest of the cars in the vicinity were the same, apparently. They hadn’t noticed that when they first arrived.
The critter was a little keybug of sorts, with a few modifications. The most prominent thing about it was that it was glowing a striking pink, instead of the usual orangey-red or green like StringBean (Hehe reference :3).
The trio drew a little closer out of curiosity, though J and V were more wary of the little bug than N, who took a few steps closer.
The bug’s little pink lights flashed every so often, maybe a glitch, perhaps? The oddest thing about it was it had fluffy pink… fur? More specifically, little pink puff balls as the ends of their antennae, and little puffs on their front-most appendages as well. Pink buffer pads? He also had stumpy little legs rather than sharp angular ones.
“Aw, look at him! He’s such a cute little guy. Like a lil cheerleader!” N beamed at the critter, reaching out to wave a finger at it, wanting to play with the creature before J and V inevitably tried to squash the innocent thing or something.
“Yeah, pompoms and pink seems to be a thing among cheerleaders too.” V side-eyed the bug warily as she now stood beside N, though briefly thinking back to Lizzy at the mention.
J, on the other hand, was more actively scrutinizing the tiny pink-lit roach, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t like how it was just… sitting there. Flashing lights. Almost like it was… trying to draw them in. “…N, V. Get back over here. I don’t like this thing. It’s untrustworthy.”
“Oh it’s probably, fine, J. Now you’re worried about a bug, of all things? It’s just a little pink pest. Ooooh, so scary~!” V half-taunted in return, slight smirk gracing her lips with the last part before turning her attention back to the bug.
“Relax, J. He’s just a silly little cheerleader. Probably was a pet or something before the whole takeover thing. C’mere lil’ guy!” N cast J a smile before looking back to the mechanical roach, gently scooping it up in his hands from the car’s shiny clean surface.
It slowly crawled around the palm of his hand for a moment, antennae twitching with whatever it was perceiving.
“Awh, I don’t have any hex nuts for ya, buddy. Sorry.” The pilot smiled apologetically to the curious bug, figuring it was just peckish and searching for something to consume.
Then the bug stilled for a moment, pupil-less neon pink eyes seemingly flitting over the three drones in the vicinity before suddenly emitting loud squeaks, nearly piercing the air itself from the abruptness. The trio yelped and N nearly dropped the robotic insect, J and V instantly deploying their guns aimed at the tiny creature out of defensive habit after jumping back. They exchanged glances, both somewhat embarrassed over the slight overreaction, now playing it off with the same casual expressions as they avoided each others’ gaze, retracting weapons.
N meanwhile was trying to gently hush the bug, apologizing to it as best as he could. “H-Hey, hey, I’m sorry little buddy, I just don’t have any hex nuts! I’m sure you can just scavenge for food, yeah? Yeah.” And he set it back down on the hood of the car, expecting it to just scurry off into the crumbling buildings.
But the squeaks grow sharper, louder, more frantic. The call rang out across the dystopianly ruined city, reverberating against the buildings, practically turning the city street into a resounding echo chamber.
“Why won’t that thing shut up?? N, what did you do to it??”
“I— I didn’t do anything, V! I promise! I just don’t have food to give it!”
“You mentioned food to it in the first place?? WHY??”
“Well why not? Can they understand us?? I thought only Uzi’s keybug could do that!”
“Well I don’t know, but it sure as hell seems—”
“HEY. You two idiots pay attention! Look!” J cut V off, smacking V’s tail with her own wire as she motioned to the building crumbling behind the clean car. A few more blinking pink lights had appeared, the number slowly growing, pairs and pairs flashing into existence within the shadows.
All three drones tensed up, ready to bolt the moment anything jumped out at them.
And sure enough, something did.
A horde of the neon-lit fluffy roaches sprung out from the debris, scurrying at lightning speed towards the drones. The three immediately deployed their wings and tried to launch off, but were already swarmed by the bugs by the time their blades were spread. The three only lasted a few seconds before topping over, dropping to the ground and covered in those little bugs.
“What— WHAT’S GOING ON?? V?? J??”
“FUCK, I THINK THAT BUGGER WAS BAIT!”
“OH I TOLD YOU SO, YOU— AH!”
J was cut off, biting down on her lip on instinct when she felt the little roaches skitter within her uniform dress, underneath the fabric and roaming along the bare metal. Against her will, she found giggles bubbling up in her throat, and they were the first to escape out of the three. She couldn’t help it, not when they began scurrying around her stomach. “STAHAHAP IHIHIT THIHIS IHIHINSTAHAHNT!”
V and N were shocked to hear the surprisingly prominent giggles of their stoic ex-squad leader teammate, but didn’t have much time to process before overcome with the mechanical pests themselves.
V felt them skittering all over her exposed torso, definitely not helped by the fact that her standard regulation D.D. jacket was cropped. Crawling quickly up and down her sides, their little pitter-pattering on her ribs, she was reduced to a fit of giggles alongside J in a matter of seconds. “G-Get— Gehehet OHOHOFF mehehee yohou— y-yohohou pehehests!!”
“PLEHEHEHEASE?? We— W-We’ll leheheave yohohohou ahahall alohohohone!” N wasn’t faring much better, with the little bugs crawling all over him as well. They slipped under his coat no-problem, skittering their repeated paths up and down his sides as well, over his stomach. Even down to his shoe-like feet.
They were all being swarmed, no signs of stopping. This went on for at least another minute, with the Disassembly Drones wriggling around on the snowy asbestos-powdered ground, covered with the pink-puffed bugs from head to toe. Their insults (V and J) and pleas falling on deaf, nonexistent ears.
Then all the sudden, everything stopped, and the drones quickly fell silent beyond panting for artificial breath. The three of them exchanged glances, J and V more embarrassed over their reactions than their resident golden retriever. Then they peered down at the bugs just resting on top of them.
“Wh-What— What wahas that? Why— Why’d they do that??” N piped up, a little breathless as he stared down at a few of the bugs.
“I— I don’t know. I’ve never seen these stupid fluff balls before.” V hissed at the little roaches, but they didn’t budge off her even when she raised a hand to lightly smack at them.
J sighed, shakily propping herself up. “I think I’ve heard of— of these things. They’re like cleaner bots. We had them around the Manor occasionally. Sometimes drones were sent to them if they were too dirty to the Elliots’ liking. I thought they were wiped out.”
“Cleaner bots? Giggle bugs is more like it.” N chuckled a little nervously, gaze flickering back down to the pink-lit insects. “They tickle really bad.”
”Yeah, unfortunate side effect.” She mumbled, a slight cringe to her expression. She hated these things.
One of the bugs skittered a little closer, on top of N’s chest. The movement drew the three’s attention, gazes cautious.
“Scanning complete, 35%, 45%, and 60% of Disassembly Drone metal has dulled! Initiating buffing sequence in 5 seconds!"
“Do not worry! This will not hurt one bit! :]”
”J. J, what the fuck does that mean.”
“J, can you tell us— HEHEHEHEEHEY!!”
N’s questioning was cut off by a loud peal of laughter, dissolving into bubbly giggles again as the little critters suddenly sprung to life once more, this time using their little pink buffer pads to brush them all over any bit of metal they could get their pompoms on.
V and J erupted into cackles again as well, the little puffs buffing every spot in their reach. Be it underneath their uniforms, their harder to reach little points like the crooks of their necks and the small hollows of their underarms, to the blades of their wings— which J was especially losing it from, trying her best to fling off the mischievous giggle bugs. Shooting them proved useless, since they were on her and she shouldn’t even bother trying.
So the trio laid there in hysterics, laughter and profanity and pleas ringing out in the city instead of those squeaky calls. Not a single drone would arrive to save them, not after they traveled so far from the Colony. So this wore on for a good few minutes.
Fifteen or so minutes later, the fluffy buffers finally ceased, scattering off the worn-out Disassembly Drones and leaving them there in an exhausted giggly heap.
V was the first to recover enough to shakily prop herself up with an arm behind her, other arm weakly clutching at her waist, trying to rub away the lingering tingles from the pink fluffy pompoms.
“Sequence completed! Drones restored to premium condition. :]”
Alittle pop-up read from the closest cleaner.
V was quick to switch out her hand for a gun, firing a warning shot near the little critter, the loud boom startling the entire horde, sending them scrambling off to where they came form. Probably some nest in the area.
Then she flopped back down beside the others, taking an extra minute to breathe. A few minutes later the silence was broken, and the trio got up from the snowy street.
“Ugh… We’re never going near this area again.”
“For once, I’ll agree with you.” J sighed, tiredly dusting herself off. Not that there was any dust, which the three soon realized.
“Hey! Look, we’re all shiny!” N gleefully pointed out, gesturing to the way his white metal gleamed, just as the others did. “Guess those cleaners work well! As uh, tickly as they are.”
“Yeah, but not worth that torture.” V just scoffed, beginning to walk away. “Let’s get out of here. We can hunt somewhere else or check if there’s enough donors back at the bunker now.”
“I’m so done with this wasteland of a planet. And we are NEVER speaking of this again.” J grumbled under her breath, but begrudgingly fell in step beside V.
“Well it wasn’t THAT bad.” N quickly followed, but not before a quick glance back over at that shiny car, where the little giggle bug had stationed itself again.
It gave a little wave with its pompom, and he gave it a small smile and wave back.
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Ok so that was it! Tell me if yall liked it! I hope u enjoyed it Floof :3
Sooooo I decided to write more of a self-indulgent tickle fic again bc it’s been a long day. A long few weeks, months, eh. Especially with school kicking my ass and some tougher stuff I’m dealing with in lacrosse (reader is a lacrosse player too). So I wanna feel better don’t judge me lol
Anyway, tickle fic, don’t like then don’t read!
Ler!V x Lee!GN!WD!Reader
Finally, the sun went down. Thought that stupid ball of fire would float there forever.
V thought to herself with a digital eye roll, finally able to pop out of the crashed ship. She had spent the night within the old spire, catching up with J for the day to patch some old wounds up and clarify what had really happened in the past, all that good stuff and whatnot.
But now V could leave without fear of the sun burning her up, off to visit her partner in the Colony, who she knew was always home at around this time.
Funny, V considered, that she would end up with a Worker Drone as a lover when hunting them down for so long. Odd little masochistic drone, she often joked. But it had been at least a year since that and the whole AbsoluteSolver fiasco that followed. Times changed.
So V deployed her bladed wings, spreading them and launching off the top of the ship with a powerful beat, zipping off to the nearby bunker. She shot past the WDF drones keeping watch by three doors, not even bothering to use her easy-access pass to open whatever areas she needed to get through, opting for her much-faster vent travels. It also led her directly to your room instead of the winding pathways she’d have to weave through.
A couple minutes later and she arrived at her destination, seeing you sprawled out on your bed as she expected, so she rapped a few times on the grate of the vent.
You jumped from the sudden clanging noise, startled by the harsher sound, glancing over to see what had caused it. Of course, it was just V, which you weren’t too surprised about.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to creepily crawl around in the vents?” You heaved a sigh, lazily sliding off the bed to your feet before dragging yourself over to the wall. You crouched down and tugged the loosened grate off anyway, pulling V out from the cramped space onto the floor.
“Oh, you love this creepy-crawler, don’t even.” She scoffed, dusting herself off once she was back on her feet.
Well, legs. Peg legs? Best not to think about it.
You rolled your eyes in return, but gave her a small begrudging smile nonetheless, wandering back over to your bed before flopping down on it again.
V just gave a slight smirk at that, slow to follow though plopped down beside you a minute later. She narrowed her eyes a little, noticing your smile was rather short-lived, now a small frown.
“Hey. What’s wrong with you?” She prompted bluntly, raising a digital brow.
Your gaze flicked over to hers. “Whaddoya mean, ‘what’s wrong with me’? What’s wrong with you?” You countered childishly out of habit.
“No, don’t just play that off, there’s something off about you. You’re all frowny. Usually I get, like, at least a stupidly obnoxious nervous smile.”
“Wow, so nice. I’m fine, V.”
“Oh nuh uh, don’t you go saying that again. When you say you’re fine like that, that means you’re never fine.” She huffed in response, sitting up to lightly glare down at you.
You just rolled your eyes at her persistence again, but she was right. There was obviously something off. You hadn’t even forced her into a hug yet, and your usual cheerfulness had all but dissipated. “I’m fine. It’s… It’s just been a long game day, okay? I’m tired.”
V arched a brow again, though it clicked in her mind that it was, in face, a game day for you, and she had meant to ask about it. “Oh, right, your semi-finals game. How’d that go? Beat them again like last time? Any oil leftover from the losers for me to drink~?”
“No. We lost.” You muttered, gaze darting away from hers as you laid there, sprawled out flat on your back. Completely ignoring her playful idea of a joke at the end.
“Huh. Really? What happened?”
And there were the magic trigger words. You heaved a sigh, pushing yourself to sit up and physically prepare to launch into a rant that had been simmering inside for hours.
“We lost our shit, is what happened. We could’ve totally crushed that team. We’ve beaten ‘em before, we should’ve been able to do them again. Hell, they even avoided scheduling a game with us up until the point where they absolutely had to, just because of how we beat them on their own turf after the finals, in regionals last year. But we weren’t playing as a team and as always, it was just the two star players with the ball constantly, our plays were falling apart before even being attempted, we kept failing on defense, and blah blah blah rest is history and we lost.”
“Well shit. Sucks for—”
“—AND my coach has been acting really shitty lately! I mean, we have three, and yet they’ve all been let downs at some point. Kirkman, our paid coach, she doesn’t even really coach and kinda just deals with the roster and stats. Lindsey, our oh-so-amazing returning player alumni is a huge downer and was constantly like, “you guys are all taking this as a joke, hope you’re happy, whatever” and we’re like, no, we’re taking this seriously, but you don’t have to harp on all the bad shit constantly. And Jared is the worst of them all lately! I used to like how nice and great of a guy he was, but he’s been tossing these comments here and there that are bugging the hell out of me. Not only is he failing to include a lot of the players, but he’s been doing it consistently now! I was a benchwarmer last year and beginning this season I kicked off with tons of play time, nearly all four quarters, and I was a starter! Now I’ve been tossed to the side, slowly waned out over the last few weeks to the point where last game I was in for two minutes. Two fucking minutes. Like I had just picked up a stick that season. And when I asked him about it last game, he was like “No, sorry, I’m waiting until we’re at least six goals up before I start subbing in players”, and this game when I asked, being very direct —but still nice— about how I “wanted to go in and I used to be a starter and I miss being on the field!”, he said “Yeah, I was standing on the far sidelines so I could avoid subbing people in. I know you miss it.” EXCUSE ME? Then DO something ABOUT IT you fucking prick! It’s not like I’m a terrible attacker. I’m fairly decent. I’m just not passed the ball often and teammates still have issues with trusting people not in their stupid tight-knight circle. And the players he’s been replacing me with I’m either equal to or sometimes better than— depending on the day. It’s like I don’t even deserve to be there! Why bother!??”
V just sat there quietly, rather stunned by the barrage of angry ranting she had been unexpectedly hit by. But despite her usual careless attitude, her expression softened a little and she realized what the root of the problem was. All of Jared’s behaviors and statements and the treatment you were receiving on the team had completely crushed what progress you had made on believing you deserved to be there.
She sighed, hesitantly reaching out to rest a hand on top of your fidgeting ones as you laid on your back. “Hey, hey. I get it, you’re mad. And you have every right to be upset. But you do deserve to be there, you know that, right? You do. You’re just going to train harder to be seen, but even though Jared is being an ass even in charge, that doesn’t mean he’s right. You are good enough.”
You grew quiet for a moment, head turned away in the silence. But you reached to gently squeeze her hand back, speaking up again.* “…yeah, I guess. I… I don’t know, I think I’m just tired of this bullshit. If it’s not the team not trusting me, it’s the coaches not believing I’m good enough, or one of them being a huge downer, or whatever else. It’s always something. And to top it all off, we didn’t even make it to the finals this time. Champions of five years dethroned.”
“Hey, that’s okay. Work for it next year.” V replied, trying to offer a reassuring smile. Although that wasn’t her forte, so a moment later she donned a smirk and retracted her other hand for her silvery-blades claw. “And if these coaches and players are really bothering you that much, I’ll just pop their little heads off.”
You couldn’t help but snicker a little at that, mood lightening a tad after all that weight was off your chest. “Aw, just for me, hun?”
“Just for you, darling~”
“Oh shut up, no more mass massacres for you.”
“Why not? I’ve been pretty great about not popping heads off recently. No treat of organic oil straight from the source~?”
“V, you’re not hunting down my coaches and teammates, no matter how much they piss me off sometimes.”
“Aw. And I bet they would’ve tasted so good.” V sighed wistfully, grinning with one of her blades tapped against one of her sharp metal fangs.
“Eugh, gross.” You huffed, barely suppressing a smile at that. At least your girlfriend was protective and loving, in her own twisted way sometimes. You heaved another small sigh, the smile fading for a moment as you laid back with your eyes closed, arms above your head, just trying to shake off the lingering pain of it all.
V soon noticed the lingering frown, a small pout of her own crossing her expression. She was trying her best to make you feel better here! Where was your smile and energy, damn it!?
“Hey. Hey, stop being all downy over there.” She grumbled, retracing her blade claw, reaching out to jab your exposed side with a smoother-metal finger instead. “Smile stupidly or whatever.”
But rather than just a swat and returned grumble like she expected, you jolted away with a small squeak, like you had just been shocked by a live wire. Eyes wide, you slowly looked up to meet V’s gaze, watching as the gears shifted in her mind… and it clicked. She found an instantaneous way to drag that smile and happier attitude out of you whether you wanted her to or not!
At the same time, you were already sitting up and trying to scoot away, but V was quick to pounce as the predator she was, looming over your smaller form with a devious grin and widened eyes not even a split-second later. “Oh, Y/n~”
“I said smile~”
You felt a shiver prickle up your spine from that, staring up into the crazed, mischievous yellow eyes of your far-stronger girlfriend. “Uh… n-no thanks…”
“Oh, but I wasn’t asking.” She flashed you another smirk before suddenly snatching up your sides, fingers digging into them through your thin jersey without warning.
“N-No, wahait— VEE—!” The reaction was immediate, and you erupted into giggles before dropping back into the bed below, curling up as best as you could. Trapped on your back with V hovering over you, now easily straddling your hips to keep you pinned while she skittered her fingers all along your sides. And just as she wanted, you had a huge grin plastered back on your face, even if it was against your will.
“Tch, there’s that stupid smile I love. Didn’t even take me five seconds.” She muttered under her breath, smiling in satisfaction as you writhed around underneath her, snickering up a storm.
“VEEHEHEHE!!! Yohohohou bihihitch!”
“Well that’s not very nice. And after all I’m doing, being a great girlfriend, bringing a smile back to her stupidly insecure yet amazing partner’s face.”
“NOHOHOT as sweheheheet as yohohou mahahake ihit SEHEHEEM, yohou fuhuhucker!”
V rolled her eyes at that, deciding that was quite enough giggly swearing spilling from your lips for now. “Okay, that’s enough from you.” And she swiftly shifted spots, fingers zipping from your lower sides up to your ribs, drilling into the spaces between the “bones” and spidering over the actual surfaces.
That earned a sharper squeak, bordering on a squeal, and you instantly curled up as best as you could, arms clamped to your sides as she burrowed into those worse spots. Her fingers were relentless, merciless instruments, digging out every squeak, squirm, and snicker she could find.
“T’aw, and now all you can do is just giggle your little head off. No more profanity protests for you. You’re too pint-sized for that anyway~”
“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHAHAP!”
“Oh I’m sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you over your cackling.”
And with that she continued on, occasionally darting up to dig into your underarms for an extra giggly squirming mess, before diving back down to jab at your hips, then back up to your ribs.
“God, you’re like a wiggly worm over here! Ridiculously sensitive. Like, you’re the most ticklish drone I’ve met, yet one of the hardest to actually tickle because of all your wriggling.”
You just hissed back at best as you could, but by then most of your snap backs and insults and name-callings were completely dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. Absolutely helpless and grinning like a fool underneath the bigger Disassembly Drone, just squirming and kicking and screeching without her so much as budging one inch. That thin jersey offered zero protection.
Eventually V slowed down to just light skitters along your sides, giving you a much-needed reprieve to catch your artificial breath, though still with lingering wheezes and chitters.
“Wow. Well I brought a smile and more. Aren’t I just the best?”
“Ehehehe… h-he… sh-shuhuddup…” You mumbled breathlessly, going slack atop the bed, the occasional twitch from her roaming fingers. “…thahat wahas… w-was mehean…”
”Mm, maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. But I’m not done yet.” V donned a sly grin again, leaning in closer, half lying on top of your limp form.
Your eyes were instantly wide as saucers, quickly coming to the realization that this ticklish torment wasn’t over yet, and you were still strung along for the ride. You glanced up at her in alarm, freezing up although not moving to escape. Too tired to bother… and maybe you didn’t hate it all that much. Maybe an itty-bitty part of it was enjoyable, the light-heartedness needed after that huge dip in self-worth from the lacrosse season.
”W-Wait whahat— wh-what do you m-mean, you’re not done??” You echoed, flutters of panic and anticipation rising again.
“I mean, I’m not done with torturing you. Obviously. C’mon, loser, thought you would’ve at least understood that.”
“No, I did, I— oh for f-fuck’s sake, never mind. Just what do you mean—”
“This.” V shrugged, cutting you off before suddenly thrusting her hands under your shirt and latching onto your sides again, in more direct contact with the softer flexible metal. However instead of just anywhere on your ribs or sides themselves, she specifically drilled into those spots just under your ribcage, one of the absolute weakest areas she knew of on you.
And the reaction here was even better.
“No— VEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!!”
You immediately burst into a squeal and collapsed into hysterics, thrashing around underneath her worse than you had ever fought before.
That point was such a huge weakness, and V was absolutely thrilled to take advantage of that. And she drilled hard into those spots, far more relentless than before, and trained on that area for at least a solid minute before pulling her hands away, slipping them out from under the fabric.
You went slack again, panting and getting out residual laughter for another minute, slowly coming down from the high of hysterics. V stared down at her messily sprawled-out, flustered mess of a partner with a slightly softened look now, easily noting the way your visor had fully heated up and flushed a nice neon shade of (color). She rested her hands atop your sides, gently rubbing away the phantom tingles still crawling all over the ravaged areas, a twitchy grin left on your face as you laid there.
Eventually, you managed to refocus enough to catch your breath and speak up again, still rather exhausted.* “Ehehe…. I-Is it over yet…?”
“Yes, it’s over, Y/n.” V chuckled quietly, keeping up the comforting rubs as you recovered, enjoying the view and definitely not at all feeling a smidge of guilt over her attack.
“Y-Yay…”
“Oh don’t be so dramatic, babe. It’s not like you need oxygen.”
“M-Meh meh meh… d-drone instinct anyway…”
“Whatever, you. Come here.” V scoffed with an eye roll, cautiously scooping you up in her arms as she now laid beside you, one hand still rubbing your farthest side. She studied you for a brief moment, a warmer smile on her face than she would’ve ever admitted. “…You okay there?”
It took you a minute, but you had eventually recovered enough past giggles, though a smile was still painted across your flushed face. “Mm… y-yeah, I am. I guess. Sure.”
“Mhm, but really?”
“Yes, hun, really.”
“Good.”
“…Besides the literal physical torture you just put me through.”
“Oh shut up, you enjoyed it anyway. You’re still smiling right now, aren’t you?”
“…shut up.”
“Exactly.” V nodded, decisively ending it as she pulled you closer, figuring now it was time to fully calm down after bringing your smile back in such an aggressive manner. But she was right anyway, you had enjoyed it. Something you hadn’t realized you needed. And V seemed to know, thinking to herself on it as she clutched her little Worker love to her chest, who nuzzled further into her with arms snugly wrapped around her torso.
…Worth it.
“I’m happy you’re feeling better.”
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Okay, end of the fic! How we feeling, these who made it through?? Sorry it was a little more rant-heavy at first, though I did warn yall it was self-indulgent lol
Anyway, lemme know if you enjoyed! Or if you want to see more fics! Or both!
This is my very first time participating in so excited!! I’ll try to be as active as possible tho I’m still figuring things out and I got stuff to do this summer :3
EDIT!!! More characters!!
In addition:
Any characters with two stars r switches but they lean towards whatever the second star is (Ex. V ler-leaning switch, J lee-leaning switch)
For any who don’t watch Murder Drones but wanna draw these sillies anyway, just for reference J & V are Disassembly Drones and Koda & Uzi are Worker Drones (Smaller than D.D.s which used to hunt them down for oil)
For the non-OC characters I actually have a post with a few ideas in terms of spots n stuff right here (old post so don’t judge it too harshly lol) just ignore N I guess
For my fursona, I’m gonna post refs here (Sorry not entirely finished but it’s what I got)
May add more later! I also have the ref for Koda (still a WIP btw) right here!
Also if u need scenario ideas for art I have some tkl fics in a masterlist in my pinned post!
