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Summary: Sonar feels that he’s useless, so Fluxx helps him out :)
(Tickle Fic)
Sonar seemed… off today. Even someone as dense as Fluxx noticed, and it worried him. It wasn’t like the eccentric and chatty speakerman to just stop talking to anyone or become a recluse all of a sudden. The speaker barely even exited their quarters, let alone initiate any social interaction like usual. So, Fluxx decided to go see what was wrong. He had to.. he couldn’t risk Sonar of all people falling into a spiral of despair like he himself had not too long ago. It was too much of a risk. He walks his way to Sonar’s living quarters, having an air of urgency about him. He couldn’t risk Sonar hurting himself… or worse.
He gets there after a few minutes, knocking on Sonar’s door. The familiar voice of the eccentric speaker was muffled as he answered: “Come in!”. As permitted, Fluxx walked through the door to see his partner partly covered in blankets, looking tired as hell. “Well damn, you look like you’ve been through a lot-“ Fluxx comments sarcastically, earning a dry chuckle from the other as he closes the door. “Well technically I have- I just didn’t look it before.” He chirps back sarcastically, looking over at Fluxx. “I get it, y’know— need to get technical with me.” Fluxx scoffs, walking over and sitting on the bed. It creaks slightly under his weight, but he ignores it. “Now.. are you okay? You’ve changed the past couple of days. You’re not as energetic as you used to be.” He asks bluntly, bits of worry tracing throughout his usually monotonous voice. “I’m— I’m.. I’m not sure. I’ve just been feeling like I’m- like I’m useless. Like I’m not worth anything..” Sonar responded reluctantly, knowing what was about to come. “Like you’re not worth anything?? That you’re useless?? Come on! You’re fucking awesome- for one, you single-handedly took down a horde of Skibidis when no one else was able, then you took a bullet to the stomach like it was nothing! You didn’t even flinch! Look. You may not realize it, but you’re special. To me, to (mostly) everyone else. You’re a gem to your faction, Sonar. A gem to all the Alliance.” Fluxx responded, his shocked tone a little harsh but still caring. “Y-Yeah, I guess I am…” Sonar sniffles, adjusting himself slightly on the bed. After another paused silence, he goes: “Can I have a hug..?” Fluxx, hearing this, immediately responds. “Yes my love, you can.” Sonar leans closer, wrapping his arms around Fluxx. Fluxx returns the embrace, letting out a trill of comfort as he relaxes into the hug. Then.. Sonar felt something… something lightly digging into his sides. “F-Fluxx!” “What?” “S-Stop that!!” He chirps with embarrassment, trying to push away as his lover’s fingers continued to dig into his sides. “Why? You wanted a hug.. plus, I’m just making you feel better!” Fluxx replied snarkily, manifesting a >:) emoticon on his screen as he suddenly pins the other onto the bed, now full-on scribbling his digits against the other’s ribs. Sonar jolts, sputtering into a fit of wheezy laughter. “NOHOHOHO!!—FLUHAAHAHAXX!!” “Awe, how cute~” the TV-Headed unit replies, chuckling a bit to himself as he continues tickling Sonar’s sides with vigor. “AHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHAHAP IHIT!!” Sonar shrieks, bucking and thrashing about as Fluxx’s tickling only got worse. “But why should I~? You’re so cute like this..” Fluxx teases, suddenly shooting his hands up to the other’s underarms. “AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA- PFF- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” The speaker screamed, clamping his arms down to his sides as he feels Fluxx’s digits digging into one of his worst, if not most sensitive spots- “Not there? Hm, what about.. here?” Fluxx then went for Sonar’s hips, lightly rubbing his thumbs into his hip bones. Sonar was bucking even more now, all thoughts of pleading thrown out the window as he laughed and shrieked helplessly. But Fluxx eventually stops, pulling away from his giggly lover, patting Sonar on the head. “Y-You’re a dick…” Sonar huffs, slightly pouty. “Oh hush, you enjoyed it~” Fluxx teased as he stood up, leaving the room and allowing Sonar to recoup. As expected, that little tickle attack did help.. a lot.
T.K. wasn’t sure why he agreed to his dad throwing him a birthday party. In all his twenty-seven years, his dad had never thrown him a birthday party. Those had always been left to T.K.’s mom, who’d throw big parties filled with kids, a huge cake from a bakery near their apartment, and far too many presents. She had decorations and entertainers and a million other distractions to make the party so busy that T.K. wouldn’t notice that his biggest hero wasn’t there, but of course, he noticed. As an eight-year-old, he’d made party planning decisions that he’d thought would cheer his dad up. He’d wanted pepperoni pizza, for instance, because he’d always give his pepperoni to his dad who’d always pick all the pepperoni off the pizza, driving Gwyneth crazy in the process. Then, when Owen didn’t show up, he was left with pepperoni pizza that he didn’t want and had to eat it himself. The pepperoni pizza was no fun when Owen wasn’t there to enjoy it.
The menu for T.K.’s part was a little refined than it had been when T.K. was a kid. There were having a barbecue with different meats and a bunch of sides, enough that everyone could be satisfied with the meal. T.K. had stayed over at Carlos’ that night because while the party wasn’t a surprise, Owen had wanted the setup to be a surprise and wanted to keep T.K. from trying to influence the part arrangements. He’d been nervous all morning, fidgeting and acting like he was about to be tortured.
“Are you okay?” Carlos finally asked.
“Fine,” T.K. snapped, leaving no room for further conversation.
Carlos didn’t buy it, but with T.K., pushing issues could result in a big blow up. He let T.K. brood for a while before the birthday party.
“I’m sorry,” T.K. said in the car.
“It’s fine,” Carlos replied, his voice tight, but it was T.K.’s birthday, and he didn’t want to ruin the event with a fight, so he was biting his tongue.
“It’s not. I’m the absolute worst.”
“Don’t say that. Everyone has off moments.” Carlos knew how it felt to be short and snappy when other stressful things were happening, so he was irritated, yes, but he knew that T.K. was under a lot of stress about his birthday party for whatever reason.
“Not everyone has off moments all the time.”
Things didn’t get better while they were at the party. T.K. remained on edge. He couldn’t stand this. Any of it. Everyone was smiling and laughing, and T.K. just felt bad. No matter what he did, he couldn’t shake his sour mood. His shoulders feel tense and if Owen makes a joke about T.K. as a kid one more time, he’s going to… “When T.K. was ten, he was Jupiter in a school play about the planets and he—” Owen’s voice cut in, and T.K. couldn’t let that sentence finish because what did Owen know about that?
“I was Neptune,” T.K. yelled, unable to control the surge of resentment that filled him. “You would have known that if you were there,” he wanted to add, but he had enough self-control to keep that to himself.
Everyone went quiet, and T.K. felt hopelessly stupid. He couldn’t even control his own mouth. He looked to Owen for some kind of response. An apology, maybe, for only knowing sloppy second-hand information about T.K.’s childhood. Owen was silent, and T.K. felt angry again. “I should have known this is was a stupid idea. You’ve always been bad at birthday parties,” and he wanted that one to hurt. He wanted his dad to finally understand the gravity of what he had done because you couldn’t have kids and then act like they didn’t exist just because life got hard.
Carlos grabbed T.K.’s arm and said, “We’ll be back,” and T.K. wasn’t sure it mattered because the party had already gone to hell, and it’s because he couldn’t save his grievances for an appropriate time. After all, that’s the kind of screw up he was.
“Oh my god,” T.K. said when Carlos had sat him on the couch. “My dad’s going to hate me for this.”
Carlos handed him some water as if water could cure being crazy. “He would never hate you.”
“He dragged me here to Austin because he feels guilty for causing my issues, which he didn’t cause them, but he still feels that way. But if he didn’t feel responsible, he probably would’ve ditched me long ago. I wouldn’t want to be stuck with me either.”
“I don’t think that’s how he feels at all. I think he wants what’s best for you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. You’re the most important part of his life.”
T.K. scoffed, “He wants me to be that important because he doesn’t want to feel like a bad dad, but the truth is that I’m not that important to him. I’m just an accessory in his neat little life.”
“T.K. that’s not—”
“No, it is. This party is so stupid. I hate birthday parties.”
Carlos looked lost. “What’s really bothering you? Because I think it’s something much bigger than the party.”
“It’s complicated.”
“I don’t need to understand it, but I’m here if you need to talk about it.”
T.K. looked away from Carlos. “My dad wasn’t always the best dad.”
“I’m starting to get that impression,” Carlos said.
“This is the first birthday party of mine he’s at since I was probably seven. He kept not showing up, so I quit having them when I was sixteen.” That’s when everything had started to go wrong. T.K. had been sixteen and fed up with his dad not paying attention.
“It’s dumb. It’s not like he was bad or anything. He just wasn’t the dad I wanted, I guess, which was my own fault for being so damn picky. Some kids didn’t have dads, but I let myself get upset just because my dad didn’t do what I expected him to.”
“It’s not a competition over who has it worse.”
“We don’t talk about it because he went through a lot when I was a kid, so it’s not fair to blame him, but when 9/11 happened, he just kind of left. He missed my birthday that year. I don’t even think he realized it happened until Mom told him, and it was just a birthday, but as a kid, you can’t tell the difference between your dad leaving you because he can’t stand to be around you and your dad leaving you because he was going out and being a hero.”
“Just because someone didn’t mean to hurt you doesn’t mean that they aren’t responsible for doing so.”
“I just wish that he would understand that he hurt me, but he acts like I’m overreacting every time I bring it up, but I can’t stop being that angry, hurt kid until he acknowledges. I’m stuck with all those feelings, and they’re messing up my life.”
Carlos gave him a sympathetic look. “That’s hard.”
“It’s hard when he does stuff like this,” T.K. said after a few moments of quiet. “Because whenever I know he’s here, I know that’s it only a matter of time before he leaves.” The abandoned kid lives on, no matter how much T.K. told himself that he was no longer lost.
Finally, a writer who puts actual plot and character development in between their tickles—makes them so much more satisfying and well earned in my opinion! Well done! Loved every bit of this story 💕 Thank you so much!
Aaaaa thank you so much for saying so!! I definitely try to have a balance of TK goodness with actual character/plot development.
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