#Lee!Jschlatt

[quiet-gremlin]

ive got silly guys for you!!! (repost from my old acc) its a little older so im not as proud of it but !! we need more gremlin connor content out here

SFW!!!!! NSFW DNI

switch!connor + switch!schlatt (a little heavier on lee schlatt though Augh) | 1.3k words !!

Bored

{🐏🦔}

Connor huffed, collapsing onto the couch right next to Schlatt. Schlatt turned his head slowly, his annoyed face very clear to the hedgehog.

Connor frowned, looking up at Schlatt. He opened his mouth to speak, before Schlatt interrupted him.

"Connor, I just want to warn you, that if you are going to say anything about being bored, I am going to lose my fucking mind."

Connor couldn't help but laugh. It was a frequent complaint that the brunette had, and usually everybody suffered when he went through it.

"Well, boy do I have news for you."

The shorter paused, staring as the ram waited.

"I'm bored."

Schlatt groaned, rubbing at this eyes and setting down his book.

"Fine. You win. What do you want me to do about it?"

He was exasperated, and the only response his friend paid him was a simple shrug.

"Dunno."

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

The taller said, hoping to find an end to their talk. Even though Schlatt loved Connor with his whole heart, running a business is hard work! And he needed time to recharge before he did shit again.

"I guess...."

But of course, the other hybrid had to make everything difficult. What did he even want if he didn't want a simple hang out session?

"You guess? Con, my man, it's a yes or no question."

They both laughed, and Connor finally gave a proper response.

"Fine. But only if it's not a horror movie. I can't stand those."

Schlatt nodded frantically, agreeing. Anything to get out of the conversation and into silently watching a movie.

He was quick to turn on some dumb Disney movie, picking Mulan since he knew for a fact it was among Connor's favorites.

Schlatt opened his book, reading through it as he thought the conversation had come to an end, and they would just watch the movie.

Connor though, seemed to not be even close to done. He snaked his arm around Schlatt's waist, his eyes glued to the screen. The ram didn't think it was anything different, his arm finding its place around his friend's shoulders. It was a common occurrence to find them holding onto each other, as best friends often did.

What Schlatt failed to see, was another common occurrence the two found themselves in the habit of doing.

Without saying a word, both of Connor's hands found their way to Schlatt's sides, and he immediately started taking advantage of that.

"Whahat the fuhuck-"

Schlatt tried his best to shut up, and not let Connor see his hard work pay off, but he was woefully unprepared for this.

The hedgehog simply shrugged, his hands finding their way to the ram's ribs. Maybe he'd think about not wearing a shirt around the house next time.

"Ohokay, ohOHKAY!"

Schlatt tried to back away, but his best friend only followed. He was still holding his book, and really didn't want to drop and ruin it.

"I told you I was bored. Maybe, next time, you won't try and shut me up with a movie. Tee Bee Ache, you kinda deserve it."

Schlatt was going to bring up the spelling of the acronym 'To Be Honest' out loud, but he couldn't focus on that, as Connor had wormed his way to his lower back, scratching at the area by his tail.

That actually made Schlatt collapse against the pillows, trying to squeeze out Connor's hands. But that only helped what he was trying to hurt, Connor moving one of his hands to come after his lower tummy.

Schlatt shook his head, trying to control the giggles that continued to leave his mouth. What didn't help, was that Connor said absolutely nothing as he fucked with him.

"Cohon, CohoHONNEHER!"

He tried to beg, watching the older look up at him.

"Yeah? What's up, Schlatt?"

The ram cackled, his head falling back to the pillow behind him. Of course he picked an asshole to be his best friend.

It took him a moment to process that he could be fighting back instead of sitting back and taking it.

Schlatt brought his hands down, trying to collect Connor's. He actually got a good grip on one of the smaller wrists before the tickles stopped, and bright blue eyes stared at him.

".....Heyyyy, Schlatt-"

He said, looking just a tad nervous. Good.

"Hehey, Connor."

Schlatt responded, a death stare finding its way to Connor.

Even through his short breathed giggles, Schlatt was a scary man. Usually it was to Connor's advantage! But this time? ....no, not really.

"Uhm, what's going on?"

Connor asked, testing the grip that the ram had on one of his hands, using the other to rub his palm on his pant leg.

Schlatt looked calm, shrugging.

"Nothing much. You want your hand back?"

He asked, doing his best to keep his growing smirk off his face.

"Yeah, uh, that'd be nice."

Connor replied, avoiding the other's eyes by trying to pry off the fingers that held the freedom of his hand.

"Wow. That's gotta suck, then."

He finally responded, the shorter looking up at him in confusion.

"What?"

He asked, but it was already too late. Schlatt held his hand palm up, furiously scribbling at it.

The hedgehog shrieked, the shock of his situation hitting harder than the movements themselves. His heel dug into the floor under the couch, and he tried to pull his hand back.

Schlatt wasn't giving in though, his nails scratching up and down the ridiculously sensitive area.

Connor was reduced to giggles, shaking his head as if he were embarrassed.

"The funniest thing about you, is that you don't even fight back! You just sit there and take it!"

The ram teased, watching his friend's face light up a bright red. He knew that he was right though, by the way he just shrinked into the couch.

He didn't respond, uselessly giggling. While that was a good spot, Schlatt wanted to try and get a different kind of laughter that he knew Connor could produce.

He gave the hands a rest, looking the hedgehog up and down. Eventually, before Connor could fully recover, his hands found their way to the other's sides, grinning as he did so.

"You should really just get good, Con."

He said, starting to quickly squeeze. Connor's giggles returned, and he tried to push at Schlatt's hands. It was only when the ram tried to scribble at his tummy that he fought back, actually pushing Schlatt's hands off of him and sitting up to dig into his hips.

Schlatt immediately retracted his hands, freezing up for a second before he weakly pushed at Connor's.

"Screhehew you!"

Connor exclaimed, moving a hand to claw once more at the other's lower back and tail area. Schlatt didn't take this well, but he didn't do much to stop it, too taken in by the sensations attacking his nervous system.

Connor took his time abusing that spot, Schlatt kicking his legs and basically unable to do anything. Finnally, after too much time (in Schlatt's opinion), he finally switched, one hand focusing on his ribs and the other scratching at the base of his horn.

The melt spot and regular tickles hit him like a truck, purring mixed with laughter tiring him out more than Connor probably meant to.

Eventually, he called out what Connor had been waiting to hear.

"Uhuhuncle! UhuncehEHELE!"

That led the older to finally stop, grinning widely at his friend.

"I won!"

He said proudly, rubbing away any ghosty tingles that stayed on Schlatt's skin.

"Oh fuhuck yohou."

Schlatt hissed in response, glaring. Of course, he'd have to get Connor back. But that'd happen on a day he didn't know to expect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

His friend asked, an innocent look plastered on his face.

"Die."

[snake-anon]

lee! wilbur ler!jschlatt on my mind. wilbur kicking and shrieking with laughter while schlatt wrecks him while calling him a little bitch.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

Masterlist 3!

Here’s the third masterlist for all of my works! If you want to check out more of my work, here’s the links for masterlist one and masterlist two Imagines marked * are smutty imagines! Imagines marked ` are requests! Imagines marked ⭐ are personal favorites!

IMAGINES

STRANGER THINGS small ~ jim hopper` dance with me ~ eddie munson ⭐ starry night ~ steve harrington* (part five) ⭐ at the hip ~ steve harrington` ⭐ triple date ~ steve harrington (part six) ⭐ the freak ~ steve harrington (part seven) ⭐ oblivious ~ eddie munson ⭐ jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson ⭐ this is music ~ eddie munson` ⭐

SUPERNATURAL strange human feelings ~ castiel` cleaning ~ dean winchester`

HANNIBAL into fiction` sob story ~ hannibal lecter

THE BOYS obsession ~ billy butcher* ⭐ herogasm ~ soldier boy* ⭐ alone on christmas ~ billy butcher can’t get too close ~ billy butcher ⭐ change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher ⭐ the bad room ~ homelander ⭐

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY life father ~ diego hargreeves` rescue mission ~ klaus hargreeves’ ⭐

THE LAST OF US (HBO) friendly neighbors ~ joel miller ⭐ too sweet ~ joel miller

BARRY attraction ~ barry berkman` treat him better ~ barry berkman

AMERICAN HORROR STORY late night sins ~ xavier plympton (1984)*`

VICTORIOUS lost dog ~ tori vega` junker ~ beck oliver

HEMLOCK GROVE i don’t ever wanna see you with him ~ roman godfrey ⭐

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES roses are red ~ damon salvatore` ⭐

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH captive ~ blackbeard/ed teach ⭐

PEAKY BLINDERS moved on ~ thomas shelby

FUTURE MAN winner ~ josh futturman* ⭐

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THE MAZE RUNNER i’ll keep you safe ~ newt`

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1917 early morning ~ will schofield*`

THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT happy birthday ~ javi gutierrez ⭐

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S i need someone older ~ william afton ⭐ the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt

SALTBURN new toy ~ felix catton ⭐ partners ~ oliver quick ⭐

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8 MILE one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr ⭐

THE FALL GUY the space cowboy and the pa ~ tom ryder

A QUIET PLACE i’d find you in any life ~ eric ⭐

GLADIATOR II betrothed ~ emperor geta ⭐

PETE DAVIDSON your gift` favoritism`

HARRY STYLES the perfect tree a star in the making` sleepy head`

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EMINEM may the best artist win*` too close for comfort` ⭐ when it’s wrong but it feels right` in the dressing room*` he’s acting different` we have to stop meeting like this` every inch*` let’s surprise the world` i’m sorry i let you down`

GOODGUYFITZ wake up call*`

CORPSE HUSBAND letting go` they forgot` ⭐

ASHTON IRWIN home life` cover me*`

CONAN GRAY pushing`

MATTHEW LILLARD accidental drunk confessions`

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE feeling good*`

ALEX TURNER more than a song*` ⭐

BO BURNHAM can’t handle this right now ⭐ look at me*`

KRISTEN STEWART special customer`

TARON EGERTON he already has my approval ⭐

ROBERT PATTINSON my favorite superhero

GERARD WAY good girl*`

GWILYM LEE history repeats itself`

RYAN GOSLING play date`

JOSEPH QUINN bad idea, right? ⭐

RANBOO fluffy haired gamer boy`

JACOB ELORDI height advantage`

MOTLEY CRUE she is mine ~ mick mars`

CHRIS EVANS not used to normal` ⭐

SWAGGERSOULS our next step`

JSCHLATT too far ⭐ the hotel room* ⭐

JOHNNY DEPP just for us`

TRAVIS BARKER the parent trap`

SHIPS

family reunion ~ hermione granger x draco malfoy`

HEADCANONS

showing pedro pascal fan edits ⭐ sitting on jschlatt’s lap ⭐

NSFW ALPHABET

rook (jp capellette)*` eddie munson* ⭐ billy butcher* ⭐

[devilish-blue]

~Devilish Smoke Shoppe~

Hi you smokin' pervs, i'm Devilish or Blue, and i am here to fulfill whatever horny, angsty, or fluffy needs you have. Everything you guys are about to see is everything i will do, so eat your guys' gross little hearts out <33

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Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

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Sai

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Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

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Lev Haiba

Sō Inuoka

Kenma Kozume

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Aran Ojiro

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Wednesday Addams

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Stan Marsh

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Maury Beverley

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Mona

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Sam and Colby

Markiplier

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EddieVR

JuicyFruitSnacks

JoshDub

Mully

YourNarrator

Streamers:

Quackity

Jschlatt

Sapnap

KarlJacobs

Slimecicle

Foolishgamers

Horror Characters:

Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Laughing Jack

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Kinks

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

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Spam me

Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.

Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.

OKAY so now that you guys know everything, basically, you can request it because i honestly can't think of anything on my own. ALSO i am looking to do commissions, if you are interested then please let me know <33 Smoke your pervy little hearts out <33

[cloverdaisies]

HEY CHAT! ∩^ω^∩ - L.HJ

# PART ONE! ☆: lee hyunjae! imagine! x reader! streamer au! fluff! pov u meet your fav gamer boy!

description: two streamers get paired to win a competition between their fellow streamers! most popular man on the app, jae.mp3 ! gets paired with smaller streamer y.n.xi ! will they win? or will they not be able to work together at all? let’s see how they get on! <3

genre: fluff, romance, gaming au

member: tbz hyunjae x you

proof reading: in progress !!! 🏗️🧱

“Hey chat!” Hyunjae, the real name of the man behind popular streamer jae.mp3, opened up his live stream for the second time that day watching the comments flood in, the jarring white light of his screen blaring into his eyes.

jaeslovebox: you’re back!

yogurtraisin: EARLYYYY

xoberry: what are we playing today? ∩^ω^∩

ojbiscuit: I LOVE YOU!

trollatron: common jae L

“Hey! Welcome!” He watched the view count go up gradually greeting everyone as they came in “Hey pixie! Thanks for the sub!”

His extremely loyal fanbase like little keyboard warriors, began subscribing and donating, asking what game he was playing today, what today’s stream would be. To them he was like online royalty, they worshipped him like he was some sort of overwhelming power, creating their own little religious circles where they would praise him, desperately trying to win his attention.

“Today it’s the Minecraft Championships. I’ll be getting paired with another random streamer or youtuber from anywhere in the world, whether they’re popular or not and we’ll be playing to win!”

jaeslovebox donated $10: YOUR VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!

“Thanks for the tip! and also thank you very much for your kind words everyone!” He flashed a killer grin for his audience, his angelic laughter melting them like putty in his hands as more donations and more subscribers flooded through the dooming gates of his channel. Little did they know, they were about to fall for his spell, his charm, ability and good looks zombifying the chat, milking them like cash cows, leaving them deprived of more.

“Here we go, Johnathan is calling me.” Hyunjae reached to open up his discord, answering the call from the events organizer.

“Hey Jae man- Did you just call me Johnathan?” The gruff American voice echoed through the stream. A familiar voice to the entire platform and also someone amongst the top streamers circle.

“Yes.” Jae replied, chat laughing along as the call fell completely silent.

“For that, I’m no longer pairing you with anyone you want to be paired with.” Johnathan spoke dead seriously, seen on his own stream crossing out names on his note pad and changing things around. “You’re getting paired with y.n.xi , because I don’t like them.”

“Why?” Jae asked, raising an eyebrow never having heard the name as chat began to spam laughing faces, and pepe emoticons.

“Listen . That thing took my lunch money, ate my children. Beat me at parkour then emoted on me for 20 minutes. Stay safe out there, man. It’s evil.” With that he ended the call, leaving Jae staring at the chat in confusion as they laughed.

“What? What happened?” Jae asked searching for some context in the comments, before having a clip sent in by one the channel members.

“PARKOUR IN REAL LIFE WITH FRIENDS feat. OFTV, Y.N.XI, xQc0w L.JY & more” - Jschlatt

“Today we’re taking streamers outside to go touch some real grass-” The video began as Hyunjae adjusted himself to a small corner of the screen, putting the video in full.

“Chat, how have I never seen this?” He asked laughing along as he watched some of his online friends get absolutely annihilated by a bouncy castle course.

Then he saw you, giggling like it was the most fun you’d ever had, clearly the more agile one out of the rest of the streamers, you’d raced ahead of them impressively, using Schlatt as an assisting block to finish the course. You then began dancing/emoting at the end of the course, infuriating Schlatt as he jokingly covered the camera. Repeating, “None of you saw that.” in order to save his ego.

Hyunjae laughed as the video ended, “Y/n is pretty funny huh? I can’t wait let’s hop on a call and get ready to start!”

Something about even pressing the call button had him feeling nervous, which was strange as he’s usually a pretty confident guy. It took everything in him to click the stupid phone icon in the corner of his screen, looking at your cute little profile picture in the corner and blushing like an idiot.

Chat were absolutely ecstatic to see you working together, however Hyunjae had a viewership which reached millions some days, whilst you only received around 4k viewers each stream so a lot of his fans had already jumped to accusing you of clout chasing.

• Y.N.XI is now live!

“Hey chat!” You popped on your headphones, getting comfy in your desk chair, ready for the minecraft championships to begin.

trollatron2: total cloutchaser

y.n.clips: HIIIII, IM SO EXCITED FOR TODAY! ∩^ω^∩

trollatron3: using jae for money smh

y.n.xi received a new subscriber!

jaeslovebox donated $3.99 ! “hi y/n! can’t wait to see you work with jae today! good luck!”

“Hey! thank you for subscribing! but jae?! as in jae.mp3?! Is that my minecraft partner? How do you guys know?” You almost burst into tears trying to ignore the negative comments but also shocked as jae.mp3 happened to be one of your favorite streamers, also not to mention probably one of the most dreamy men to ever walk the face of planet earth.

yogurtraisin: we came from jae’s stream! schlatt put you with him as a forfeit for calling him Johnathan

“You’re joking right? Send me the clip, i need to have some words with someone clearly.” You rolled your eyes laughing, thinking back to the parkour video where you’d absolutely decimated your fellow streamers at basic exercise.

yogurtraisin sent a clip!

You clicked on the clip, adjusting your layout, there Jae was, laughing along to schlatt’s words about you. You covered your face in embarrassment, your cheeks turning a pale shade of scarlett red as Jae opened up the “Parkour in real life” video, but as he laughed along you felt something turn in your stomach.

“Which one of you sent him that?! Stop!” You paused the clip, allowing the chair you were sitting on to swallow you from your embarrassment.

yogurtraisin: this is so cute, i’m proud of my work lol

y.n.no1fan: he’s trying to steal her away from my guys

trollatron4: bro lowkey dropping that indirect rizz

A robot sounding tune blared from your computer, looking at the little discord icon at the bottom of your screen flash. Nervously you stopped looking at chat for a second before opening the app.

jae.mp3 is ringing… 📞

Join the call…

“Oh Chat! Jae’s calling!” Your fingers hovered over the keyboard anxiously, watching as his profile picture glowed, surely one of the most angelic pictures ever seen.

jaeslovebox: answer it !

Without much more procrastination, you clicked join listening for the connection sound before laughing out of pure nerves.

“Hey, y/n!” A sugar sweet voice sounded from the other side of the call, enough sugar to completely decay your heart and rot your teeth. A strange sensation lighting up within you, as you caught him smiling on his own stream which was open on another monitor.

“Hey jae! Ready for some lethal minecraft gameplay?” You laughed sarcastically, trying to act as normal as possible in front of your stream as if your absolute idol, aspiration and lowkey crush was not on the other side of the phone.

“Of course, loading in now.” He replied with the same honey sweet tone that tied knots in your stomach. You did the same, loading into the private sever, where a bunch of other famous players ran around the lobby in their iconic skins.

“I’m actually so nervous.” You say beginning the parkour course in the waiting lobby, Hyunjae laughing along at the comment responding with a short “don’t be” that healed every emotional wound every scarred onto your heart.

All of a sudden, you were punched off the penultimate platform, despite not being able to take damage as of now. You looked up on your screen, watching jschlatt ,the server admin, crouching up and down in vengeance.

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed, trying to reach the end of the course but constantly failing due to being knocked down by schlatt.

“What’s going on?” Jae asked with a laugh along with slight confusion as he watched you fall from the course numerous times.

“Schlatt keeps trolling me and knocking me off the parkour course for revenge.” You laughed answering the boys question with a palm rested on your head in pure stress.

“Let me go beat him up.” Jae replied running in front of you on the game in order to reach schlatt, throwing punches that didn’t hit since he didn’t have the rights to pass any damage.

MEANWHILE:

• jschlatt is LIVE!

“This motherfucker thinks he can punch me, look how cute he is, defending his new girlfriend like some sort of warlord.” Schlatt laughed as his chat burst into hysterics, before smacking Jae to the bottom of the course. “What a cutie.”

BACK IN REALITY:

“Yeah absolutely served him.” Jae laughed as he was smacked back down the course, feeling a slight turn in his stomach as you giggled along to his joke.

jaeslovebox: this is so cute. end game. <3

milla.mp3: noooo, that should be me…

yogurtraisin: GO JAE!! YOU SAVE HER!!

trollatron4: rizzard

Suddenly, you were both loaded into a hunger games server, stood in a little glass box together in a circle of other teams.

“Right let’s talk strats.” Jae announced, crouching next to me, and punching the floor his dark game skin contrasting his cute behavior.

“Okay what’s the strat?” You asked before suddenly being transported onto the ground as the game began.

“THERES NO TIME, GO RUSH TO THE MIDDLE.” Jae laughed before spamming his keyboard, the chat loving the entire interaction between you both.

Whilst you hadn’t been looking and focused on getting to the middle to retrieve loot from the many chests dotted around your area, you hadn’t noticed that your live viewer count had reached 243k which is the highest it had ever been.

You focused on playing the game, lucky enough to find an iron axe and chest plate in one of the chests nearby.

“You have iron items?!” Jae was flabbergasted from the other side of the call, laughing as his character stood in full leather armor and a wooden sword.

“Hell yeah!” You celebrated as you chased another player down with it, swinging until you eventually killed them.

The other streamers playing, were shocked as they saw the game chat come up with the notification that you’d already been killing people a minute into the game. Their reactions flooded in another 100k viewers which thank god you hadn’t checked because you probably would have fell to the ground.

Gathering the loot from the fallen player, you dropped some in front of Hyunjae, helping him upgrade his gear before going in for a double kill together.

The chemistry you two had was admirable to chat, as you thanked every new subscriber you’d gained from the experience. Nearing to end of the game, you’d slain at least 13 players which was thanks to the loot headstart you’d received, now there was only 3 teams left and the game border was shrinking at a rapid rate.

“Right let’s go! Just spam right click and try kill them from there.” Jae spoke over the microphone, fully focused on killing some of the top minecraft players there were - despite not being religious players of this particular game.

So that’s what you did, managing to eliminate one team completely before a devastating notification popped up at the bottom of your screen.

jae.mp3 has been slain!

“Fuck! I died.” Jae laughed off his late death, before trying to guide you on what you should do now as you were being chased by 2 people.

trollatron5: there’s no way you can pull off a 2v1 against top players.

jaeslovebox donated $10: go y/n you can do it!

With the encouragement from chat, you managed to take down one of the players receiving high praise from chat before shortly being killed by the other player - coming 2nd place which was still really impressive considering how many people on the server were regular minecraft players.

“Well done y/n! Sorry I died aha.” Jae laughed over the mic, apologizing for nothing as you two still placed really high and were definitely the favorite pair of the championships this week.

“No don’t worry! We got second and honestly that’s pretty impressive. It was really cool playing with you! I’d love to do it again sometime.” You tried not to giggle like a school girl talking to him but it was virtually impossible as you saw the way he was smiling at his screen.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” He spoke genuinely, before you two had said your goodbyes and ended the call receiving a short discord message from him.

jae.mp3: i’m doing love or host next week, I’d love fo see you there. go talk to schlatt!

You almost screamed at the message, trying not to react in front of chat, closing the message for now and returning to your stream.

• y/n is live! 356k viewing now!

Your eyes shot opened, the whites of your eyes almost imploding out of your skull as you noticed the amount of subscribers and donations you’d received.

“What on earth is going on? Where did you all come from?” You laughed, before going to read chat and thanking your new patrons. The pink lighting of your room, giving you a sweet rosy tint that chat awed at.

asdf1: you absolutely decimated the championships i had to sub!

jaeslovebox: yeah i’m so glad jae introduced me to you! i’m definitely staying here for a while you two are so amazing together!

yogurtraisin: you’re the best y/n! you’re so pretty too!

You almost cried looking at the lovely messages in chat, tears welling at your eyes at how kind some of the viewers were that had followed you from jae’s stream.

After all he was a dreamy guy, some sort of angel at least, with good looks and an outrageously charming personality it’s no wonder he attracts such kind people and pushes away negativity like there was some sort of forcefield compelled around him.

THE NEXT WEEK:

You were woken up to a discord call, being a now successful streamer your sleep pattern had completely fell to shreds waking up at 3pm or later, and slugging around your apartment.

“Hey y/n, demon.” You recognized the voice from the end of the call, it was jschlatt, seemingly more chirpy than usual for a wednesday evening.

“Hey Johnathan.” You replied, wiping your eyes and rising from the covers of your bed gracefully with messy hair and a tired yawn.

“Hey! I’m doing love or host tonight for Jae ! i wanted to know if you would like to join the line up? The fans really want you to.” Schlatt asked, you could almost see the cheshire cat grin he had written all over his face just from the tone of his voice.

“Ahhh. I don’t knoww. I get really nervous about these sort of things.” You replied running a hand through your hair and listening intently to the other end of the line.

“Listen y/n, this takes a lot to hear from me but I think you guys are really cute together. So I give you the choice. Love or Host?” Schlatt gave you no option to back out at this point, after all it was a chance for you and Jae to get closer. Your mind had driven you crazy about him since you’d played together, it’s as if this fuzzy sick feeling reappeared at every thought of his gorgeous smile.

“Okay.” With not much thought, you made your choice. “I choose Love.”

a/n!: ☆ hey everyone! welcome to the cross of the twitch universe with tbz! steamer hyunjae is so dreamy i could cry! stay tuned for part two! as always i hope you enjoyed <3

# 🤍 clo

[r0ttingsystems-intros]

Grian (🐈‍⬛⭐🦜🐾)(woohoo first intro) frequent frontier

age : 4-14 (mainly around 4-7)

gender : : afab transmasc/transneutral

sexuality : gay(or abro idfk)

+ + relationship : :TKN <3 by no one, I'm unlovable

pronouns !!! : He/it/paw/star

role : : host , core, trauma holder, technically split introject/'IRL', + more I think

---

likes : my girlfriend (she left me haha), my dad aka flamingo aka Albert :3( I miss my dad, he left me, (also in @bunnysiren s system I love him s much cries ) what me

dislikes : : WGEN GRIAN FUVKIN MC POSTS ANGST

music taste : yippie! (first playlist my boyfriend made me omgomgomg), :P

+ + height innerworld !!! : 4' -5'1

Source(s) : grian ( hermitcraft, life smp, yhs, evo, a bit cc) , Randy V Jade (dialtown), Jschlatt/glatt (DSMP & SCU), Red guy (DHMIS), Mr Mistoffelees (cats 1998), Ink!sans (Undertale AU), Papyrus (Undertale), Jane doe (ride the cyclonesys), Noel (ride the cyclone), Cub (hermitcraft AK_TASTIC AU), Fresh!sans (mama CQ AU/ Undertale AU), Mr loverman (songtive), Blitzø (hellava boss), Slimecicle (DSMP & SCU), Remus/duke (Sander Sides), Logan (Sander Sides), David (camp camp), SPORTSY (dsaf), friend (dsmp),Lee Hoon/hooni (suicide boy)(+maybe more oh god)

Funfact : : I am currently (and for the foreseeable future) frontstuck (I can't leave front but others can leave and go), I have 4 insys kids, 5(?) Insys brothers and 1 brother who's in our partner system

Faceclame :

[s0ftl3]

꧁Chuckle Sandwich꧂

♥︎Ted Nivison♥︎

♥︎Jschlatt♥︎

♥︎Charlie Slimesicle♥︎

꧁Nct Dream꧂

♥︎Mark Lee♥︎

♥︎Huang Renjun♥︎

♥︎Lee Haechan♥︎

♥︎Lee Jeno♥︎

♥︎Na Jaemin♥︎

♥︎Zhong Chenle♥︎

♥︎Park jisung♥︎

꧁Nct 127꧂

♥︎Moon Taeil♥︎

♥︎Johnny Suh♥︎

♥︎Lee Taeyong♥︎

♥︎Nakamoto Yuta♥︎

♥︎Kim Doyoung♥︎

♥︎Jung Jaehyun♥︎

♥︎Kim Jungwoo♥︎

꧁WayV꧂

♥︎Qian Kun♥︎

♥︎Ten Lee♥︎

♥︎Dong Sicheng♥︎

♥︎Xiao Dejun♥︎

♥︎Wong Kun-Hang♥︎

♥︎Liu Yangyang♥︎

[trulee-yours]

INTRO POST:

YO YO YO!! I'm Aiken!! Welcome to my T-word blog!!

I'm a lee and I write tkl fics of my favourite creators! Just keep in mind, I am new to writing fanfics and I struggle with writing AU's so please be patient with me :3

I also sometimes post about my intrests that don't revolve around tkling.

I take requests, but I am a minor, so no suggestive requests please! If a creator you want me to write for is not on the list, you can still send in the request and I'll say if I'm familiar with them and if I'm comfortable writing them :]

Masterlist: Yet to come

Creators I write for:

• Crainer

• Slogo

• Jelly

• Kwite

• Springtrap (to go with Kwite so it's not just James lol)

• James Marriott

• WillNE

• Memeulous

• Ten Nivison

• Jschlatt

• Slimecicle

• Tommyinnit

• Tubbo

• Ranboo

• Most MCYT's

• Elton Castee

• Wes Preston

• Corbin Reinhadrt

• Matt Rife

• Sam Golbach

• Colby Brock

• Aaron Doh

Boundaries and Interaction:

Anyone can interact as long as you don't meet the DNI criteria. I don't care about what ages interact, just don't be weird or immature. Age is easy to fake online anyway, so even if I did care about it, there would be no way to verify if your age is actually that. I'm fine with being sent teases.

DNI: General DNI, TOXIC Anti's of any fandom, NSFW BLOGS

[youtubeyouniversity]

Welcome to the University Schlatt!

You know the drill! You have 72 hours to create your account and send a ask to the main!

MUN

Name(Even though we already know you): Leeeeee!!!! :3

MUSE

Youtubers name/channel: jschlatt (You figure out the name)

Age(age in the Rp 19- 25): 21

Major: Business Ethics

Content(beauty, gaming, vlog, etc): Gaming and React Videos

Secret/ Why they are here: ACCEPTED 

Background: Schlatt got himself into streaming and making content, trying to get attention and money in many ways by starting a business. And now, he’s going to the university to pick up more tactics in businessing for his career ahead of him.

Appropriate Bribe: More plots with this j shit, and a smooch u3u -Lee

[kennywritesthings]

more

a list of characters i write for. :D

(lists under cut)

genshin impact

aether

zhongli

tartaglia

arataki itto

shikanoin heizou

scaramouche

ayato

alhaitham

albedo

diluc ragnvindr

kaeya alberich

gorou

kazuha

thoma

pantalone

venti

xiao

kaedehara kazuha

thoma

scaramouche

c!dream smp

dreamwastaken

georgenotfound

sapnap

punz

quackity

tommyinnit

p!tubbo

ranboo

p!philza

technoblade

jschlatt

jack manifold

wilbur soot

foolishgamers

karl jacobs

(+ most other male members :D)

cc!dtqk

poly dtqk (dnf, snf, knf, karlnapity, swt, kwt, quacknap, karlity, etc.)

seperate dtqk

c!origins smp

p!philza

ranboo

smajor

p!tubbo

technoblade

sneegsnag

tommyinnit

jack manifold

nihachu

wilbur soot

slimecicle

james marriott

horror

RZ michael myers

jason voorhees

pamela voorhees

charles lee ray

norman bates

bo sinclair

vincent sinclair

lester sinclair

billy loomis

stu macher

randy meeks

dwight "dewey" riley

sidney prescott

tatum riley

jedidah "bubba" sawyer

"chop-top" sawyer

nubbins sawyer

thomas hewitt

daniel robitaille "candyman"

harry warden "the miner"

south park

kenny mccormick

eric cartman

kyle broflovski

stan marsh

tweek tweek

craig tucker

butters stotch

[levlies889]

Just realized jschlatt is the same age as Mark Lee I'm having a crisis istg

[radio-navlee]

Whos the big man?

Fandom: DSMP MCYT!!

Characters: Lee!Jschlatt Ler! Wilbur

Summary: Schlatt needed some help with stuff and asked Wilbur to help. Wilbur finds out something about Schlatt.

We love some Lee Schlatt 😍 Also credits to  @covenofwives  (little lazy) (idk read it?)

Schlatt seemed like the kind of person to watch you trip and then laugh in your face! With no regrets! So when he comes to ask for help, you really wouldn’t expect it!

“Hey uh, Wilbur?” Schlatt walked up to Wilbur, who is sitting down on a bench, and looked up surprised

“Woah, you need something, Big Man? somethings not right!” Wilbur pointed out, Schlatt noticed, and fixed himself quickly.

“Huh? Oh! Nothing! I just needed help with something...” 

“Sure! What’s up Big Man?” Wilbur scooted over for Schlatt to sit down, Schlatt smiled and sat down. Feeling comfortable Schlatt asked

“So I was getting something from my under my sink and when I came up I bumped my horn on the top of the sink, and a bit chipped,” He said embarrassed holding out a chipped piece from his horn. Wilbur looked at it, it wasn’t a big chip but it wasn’t small either, it was about the size of his hand

“Oh, are you ok? Did it hurt-” Wilbur started to ask questions, worried about his friend, when Schlatt cut him off

“DONT make it a big deal! and yes it did hurt!” Schlatt said angrily

“Ok ok! what do you need help with though?” Wilbur asked

“This is where the embarrassing part comes in” Schlatt sighed

“You know how to fix things right?” Wilbur nodded

“Ok well, can you help me fix...well this!?” Schlatt’s cheeks blush from embarrassment.

“Sure man! Do you have anything I can “fix” it with?” Wilbur asked

“...Yeah, here” Schlatt handed Wilbur an unlabeled bottle, it looked like glue?

Schlatt stood up looking back at Wilbur giving a look that showed he wanted him to follow. Schlatt walked into some forests that Wilbur had never seen. Schlatt sat down on the forest floor indicating wanting Wilbur to sit down behind him.

“Where are we?” Wilbur asked

“Don't worry about it,” Schlatt said. Wilbur sat down behind Schlatt and began to start the “fixing process”. Wilbur took another look at the bottle to find some instructions written on the bottle with a sharpie.

1. Put subscene onto broken/chipped piece

2. Wait till almost dry,

3. If almost dry place the piece back onto the horn

4. Rub the horn to take off any unwanted glue, make sure it sticks

5. Rap horn with a bandage to keep in place

6. wear the cast for a few days to make sure it’s well fixed.

Looked easy enough, Wilbur made small talk with Schlatt while he waited for the glue to dry. Schlatt loosed up and started to become regular Schlatt.

“Ok I’m going to place it onto the horn now,” Wilbur warned Schlatt, Schlatt got anxious again going back to worried Schlatt.

“...”

“Annnnnnddd! done! Wasn’t that easy-” Wilbur looked over to Schlatt to find him with his hands covering his face giggling,

“Just gehehet it overheher with!!”

“With what?” Wilbur asked confused continuing to fix up his horns,

“Fihihihixing ThehehEHEHEM!! EEEEEE” Schlatt squealed when Wilbur started to scratch the glue off. Wilbur stopped

“Schlatt? You never told me you were ticklish!?!!!” Wilbur asked excitedly

“Youhohou  never asked heheHA!” Schlatt giggled trying to play it off.

‘I guess I just never needed to!” Wilbur teased starting to scratch right where the horns met the head of the ram, a little next to his ears. That made Schlatt go crazy!

“NAHAHAHA WAAAAAIIT!! EEEEK!! NOHOHO STOP STOP WILBURRHERERER!!!!!” Schlatt Franticly blurted out from the tickly sensations.

“Whos the big man now Schlatt?” Wilbur whispered into Schlatt's left ear which surprisingly was more sensitive than his right, Schlatt's ear twitched repeatedly.

“AAAAAAAHAHAAA!! WILBUR WILBUR PLEASEHEHEHESSS!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!! EEEEE” Schlatt begged.

“No no, this is pretty cute what we have going on here!” Wilbur joked, Schlatt turned red at the comment. Now, Schlatt had never called cute, let alone while he is getting wrecked, oh no no no there’s no coming back from that! “Awe little rammy boy ticklish?? awe baby rammy boy? tickle tickle!!” Wilbur's teasing seemed to never stop...

(Ghost out!)

[sadfloofy]

We pretend this is an amazing title :)

FYI: This is my first fic 😅💀

Timeline: A bit after Wilbur's death

Lees+Lers: Lee!Jshlatt and Ler!Wilbur

Summery: Wilbur gets fed up with a certain goat

⚠️ Warnings: Tickle fic + swears (and maybe a bit of threats 🤔), if you are uncomfortable with such please keep scrolling.

(made for @twisty-ghost, sorry it took so long)

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Wilbur pinched the bridge of his nose while his only companion continued to talk and talk and talk. He knew it was just to annoy him, but that didn't stop him from developing a painful headache.

"Hey Wil! Why did the chicken cross the road!" Jschlatt asked smiling,

"I don't know Schlatt.. why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Beakause!" Schlatt chuckled a bit at his own joke while Wilbur stared monotonly at him.

Jschlatt acted disappointed as he spoke, "Aw come on, that one was funny. "

Wilbur had just about had it with this stupid ram or whatever his fucking species was. "For fucks sake, you've been talking nonstop for the last hour or so. Could you perhaps SHUT UP?"

Schlatt pretended to think about it for a second before responding, "Hmmm... nah"

This continued on for a few more hours

"SCHLATT I SWEAR ON XD I'M GOING TO-"

"To what? Kill me?" Jschlatt smirks watching Wilbur's furious expression.

"I wonder if dead people can still feel pain! I'm guessing you want to test it since your testing me, hm?" Wilbur stood up walking towards him.

Schlatt, started slowly walking backwards, only the smile on his face (That had begun to turn into a nervous smirk) showing the small bit of fear forming in the pit of his stomach.

"Hey, Wil, Wilbur, we can talk about this right??"

"No no no, you've done quite enough talking already."

Wilbur then chose that moment lunged forwards knocking Jschlatt on his back and landing on top of him (Not managing to grab him yet). Wilbur grappled with him as Jschlatt flailed around trying his best to get away, during this Wilbur accidentally squeezed his side making Schlatt flinch.

"What the fuck was that??"

"Shut up your literally trying to kill me rn!"

"Well, yea, but now I'm interested."

Jschlatt's struggling increased x10.

Once Wilbur finally managed to pin the ram's arms to his side he stared straight at Schlatt and said:

"Tell me why you flinched like I had stabbed you and I'll let you go."

"Fuck. You." He said being the stubborn idiot he was. Considering what happened next he kind of wished he came up with a lie or something instead.

Wilbur decided he wouldn't get any answer from Schlatt so he just sat there and thought for a bit thinking about what the hell could have happened. After a bit he remembered some conversation he had had with Quackity (While he was still alive of course). Where he had told him something about schlatt. Suddenly he knew exactly why Schlatt flinched.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?" He said as grinned mischievously.

Schlatt glared daggers at him "Don't you even fucking think about it.."

And with that Wilbur dug his fingers into Schlatt's sides experimentally scratching and wiggling them. Schlatt immediately started lightly laughing.

"Wihihlbuhur!"

"Aww whaatt? Can't take it?" Wilbur teased in a baby voice.

Schlatt kicked his legs trying to get away from the electric like shocks going through his body. Wilbur apparently decided just laughing isn't enough because he suddenly felt hands massaging and poking his hips and waist area.

"FUHUHUCK! STOHOHOP!"

Wilbur smiles devilishly watching Schlatt struggle to get away (And deal with the tickles).

"Ooo great spot!"

After a bit Schlatts struggling gets a bit sluggish and his laugh starts to become wheezy so Wilbur stops, he may be dead but he can still pass out.

"You.. Are a... Bitch.. " Schlatts says as he works on leveling out his breathing and wiping the tears from his eyes.

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[fluffi-dragon]

A goat Jschlatt getting some tum tickles!

This was based off of @dreamteamfluffz blob dream drawing!! I thought it was really cute!!

[soft--dragon]

Light-Hearted In Limbo

Inspired by this ask here

I changed the prompt a bit, hope that's okay <3

Word Count: 3,368

Warnings: A bit of a depressive episode in the beginning but it leads to hurt/comfort and a lot of fluff :D

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

ALL PLATONIC, PLEASE DON'T INTERACT SHIPPERS

A low, flat hum echoed in the depressive cold of the platform. It made the space horribly eerie, chilling to anything that could hear it. Though, as far as Wilbur Soot was concerned, nothing heard him. His fingers were raw with how long he’d been scratching his nails down the walls, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it over, and over, and over again. His glazed eyes were locked to the dried blood on the concrete, the previous attempts of escape of his eternal prison stared straight back at him. 

This was his purgatory. A constant, repetitive pattern that never stopped. He was going to suffer this fate forever, he knew it, it was practically written on the wall alongside his blood. He was never escaping. Never. Never. 

“-ilbur! Oi! Wilbur!” 

Hands landed on Wilbur’s tightly drawn shoulders, the contact burning through the thick trench coat wrapped around the man’s shoulders. He couldn’t keep the scream from wrenching from his constricted lungs, swiping out at the thing attacking him and curling up tighter. 

“Hey! Jesus fucking christ, don’t hit me dickhead!”

In his panic, Wilbur tried to shove at the hands still digging into his skin. “Let go of me! Let go- don’t hurt m-me- please-”

The hands left his shoulders almost immediately and Wilbur shuddered, the cold drowning him once more and making his heart ache for the warmth to return, even if it had been overwhelming. He hunched in on himself, shivering against the freezing floor. 

The silence was louder than his previous yelling, the stillness in the air making the man’s skin crawl. Then, a small sigh sounded out, making him flinch and press closer to the wall.

“Wilbur, I’m not gonna hurt you.” The gruff voice was quiet, concern lining the edges.

Recognition tingled in the back of Wilbur’s brain and he hesitantly lifted his head to risk a look. A pair of orange eyes looked back at him, framed by mutton chops and gnarled, chipped horns. 

“S-Schlatt?” Wilbur croaked, staring at the semi-translucent ram hybrid in front of him. After all this time in his hellscape, had he finally lost it? 

The man before him let out a small breath again. “Yeah,” he moved back a bit, not to crowd the brunette. “You look like shit.”

Wilbur blinked rapidly, making the ram hybrid come more into focus. Schlatt was squatting on the concrete, watching him with careful eyes, his ears bent back in clear apprehension of Wilbur freaking out again.

So, Wilbur slowly let go of the vice grip on his knees, then kicked Schatt’s ankle.

“Fuck!” Schlatt fell back with a yell, gripping his foot tightly and gritting his teeth. “What the fuck man?! Why’d you do that?!”

Wilbur fully sat up, eyebrows high and teeth gritted together. “You scared the crap out of me!" he snapped.

Schlatt grumbled, rubbing his stinging ankle. “Yeah no shit, I can see that- fuck that hurt man, the fucks wrong with you?" 

Wilbur was too busy trying to wrap his head around the situation to really acknowledge Schlatt's griping. "How did you get here?" He asked. 

The ram glared at him but the pain in his ankle seemed to have calmed as he answered gruffly. "Got bored."

Wilbur stared at him for a moment, the cogs in his head screeching against each other as he slowly processed that nugget of information. "Bored? How the hell did you leave your limbo?" 

Schlatt shrugged. "Don't know. Don't care. I figured it out somehow." He dropped his hands behind him, propping himself up. "I wanted something entertaining after years of pure hell." 

Something angry curled in the base of Wilbur’s gut, and he glared at the man. “Don’t expect anything from me, I’m still pissed at you.”

Schlatt dipped his head to the side almost patronisingly. “Still? Dude, it’s been like, what? Ten years since everything happened? Why can’t we just go back to old times?”

“Because some people become different, Schlatt,” Wilbur curled into a ball, brown eyes burning into the ram hybrid’s own. “Things change. You changed. I changed.”

Schlatt gave a hum, considering the brunette for a moment. “...Mmm, no. No. I don’t think so.” 

Wilbur crossed his arms tighter to him. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion then.”

The horned man rolled his eyes. “Humour me,” he tried. “Just for a bit. I’ve been bored shitless for ages, and by the looks of things…” His eyes trailed over the mismatched coloured concrete, noticing the stains were an uncomfortably familiar colour. “You seem like you need a distraction too.”

Wilbur glared darkly, shoulders rising to his ears defensively but didn’t retort. There wouldn’t be much point with how much evidence was painted on the walls. 

Schlatt wasn’t deterred by the lack of reply, easily shifting along with his thoughts. “So, I’m thinking we play a simple game. We both come up with something that we used to do in our younger years, and if we still did it before we died, that’s a point.” 

Wilbur raised a slow, skeptical brow. “And who wins? The person with the most points?”

“Yeah,” Schlatt grinned widely, happy that Wilbur actually looked interested despite the slightly wary gaze. “The point system is pretty much based on what we remember about each other since we separated. It can be anything.”

Wilbur curled up tighter, silent for a moment before giving a slow nod. “You go first,” he muttered, taking a fistful of his trench coat in his hand subconsciously. 

Schlatt’s grin only got wider, sitting up fully to quickly analyse Wilbur. A few mere seconds of scanning the ex-president, he clapped his hands on his knees. “Okay, okay I got one,” he said eagerly. “Do you still think Anteaters are awful?”

Wilbur blinked a bit at the question. Of all the things to start with… he was going with that? “What?”

Schlatt scoffed, waving a hand in Wilbur’s general direction. “You once told me that would commit mass genocide to anteaters because according to you they are; ‘the worst fucking animal to walk this fucking planet, fucking shit animal, should fucking die’. You said that to me when I asked you what you thought ants would taste like, and you launched into a whole ass TED talk about those fluffy bastards.”

Wilbur could only continue to stare. Schlatt remembered that? He remembered all of that? That was… gods, it must’ve been years ago now. He didn’t realise Schlatt meant bringing up things that far back. 

Schlatt waved a hand in front of him suddenly. “Oi, did you fall asleep with your eyes closed or something?”

Wilbur shoved the hand away, though it was far gentler than anything he would’ve done earlier. “No, I haven’t figured out how to do it yet.” 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Schlatt settled back once more, waiting expectantly. 

Wilbur rolled his eyes but gave a nod. “Yeah, I still hate them. Freaks”

Schlatt snorted. “Thought so. One point to me, your turn.”

Wilbur only had to think for a moment before a certain memory resurfaced. He couldn’t help his smile at the mental image of it. “Do you still ram headfirst into people that you don’t like?”

Immediately, Schlatt groaned and pinched the skin between his eyes. “I really regret telling you about that.”

A disbelieving noise worked its way out of Wilbur’s throat. “Get out, you still do that? I thought only infant rams did that-”

“Fuck off, sometimes its easier to just ram your horns into someone's ribcage rather than just telling them to go away,” Schlatt crossed his arms stubbornly, though his eyes were starting to dance a bit with mischief. 

Wilbur wheezed, his laugh a bit broken but Schlatt found something in his chest easing at the familiar sound. It was much better than the panicked gasping he was doing earlier. Though honestly, anything would be better than that. He didn’t focus on the sound though, not wanting Wilbur to realise he was only listening. He was just starting to get him out of his shell. 

Speaking of which…

“Right, what’s something else I could take the piss outta ya for?” Schlatt thought out loud, peripheral vision letting him know Wilbur had settled back against the wall. He thought for a moment then snapped his fingers, his wide grin showing all his teeth. “Did you still do that dumb hair routine? The one with all the gels and hair spray and shit?”

Wilbur immediately bristled, sitting up a tad straighter. “It wasn’t dumb,” he defended. “It looked good, and you can’t come after me about that when you used to spend ages shaping your stupid mutton chops.”

Wilbur scrunched up his nose in thought. “I didn’t do it during Pogtopia, didn’t have the stuff necessary,” he admitted. “Does that still count to you?”

Schlatt barked a laugh, the insult to his facial hair rolling off of him like water on a duck's back. “So I’m right?” He asked gleefully. “You still did it?”

“Nah, not fully. Let’s say a half point then?”

“Hmm, sure. Seems fair.”

There was a gentle kick at Wilbur’s leg from Schlatt. “It’s your turn.”

Wilbur kicked back. “I know dickhead, I’m thinking.”

The game continued onwards from there. Questions thrown back and forth and answered with either semi embarrassed or annoyed responses. The points were surprisingly even between them. Old habits die hard it seemed. 

Schlatt was lying across the floor by Wilbur’s legs, having moved closer as the game progressed and Wilbur relaxed into the rhythm of it. The ram hybrid was tapping his fingers against the floor in thought, trying to come up with a new question to test Wilbur with.

Wilbur’s eyes were fluttering closed, sinking his weight into the wall more and more as the time dragged on. The presence of someone else with him instead of the ever constant presence of crippling loneliness was making him feel much safer in limbo. Even if the person in question was Schlatt of all people.

“Oh! I know!”

Wilbur started as Schlatt’s voice rolled around the train station, eyes jolting open to see the ram hybrid smirking widely. That only spelt danger.

Schlatt snickered. “Do you still have that eighth sensitive rib that makes you fold like a lawn chair when it's tickled?”

Heat crawled up Wilbur's cheeks, accompanied by a weirdly familiar curl in his belly. He leant back into the wall, crossing his arms across his chest out of habit and cleared his throat as it had gotten a bit clogged. “No. When you fight two wars your body gets tougher and more resistant to that sort of thing. I’m not bothered by tick- by that kind of touch now.”

If anything, Schlatt’s eyes only got more excited. “Don’t get bothered by… what, Wilbur?” He was sitting up now, his full focus on the brunette who was praying a train would come down the tracks so he could be hit by it. 

Instead of giving a proper reply to the question, Wilbur simply flipped him off. “I answered,” he snarked. “You don’t get a point for that, it’s my turn now-”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Schlatt was suddenly moving, grabbing at Wilbur’s wrists to force his arms away from his chest. 

Wilbur yelped loudly at the sudden surprise of contact and the unexpected playful wrestling Schlatt had commenced. The pair hadn’t rough housed in years. Schlatt managed to take Wilbur down from the wall to the ground, the pair squabbling like youngsters as one tried to get the upper hand.

“Schlatt! Fucken- let go of me, would you?!” Wilbur yanked at his hands only for the ram hybrid to sling a leg over his waist to try and pin him down, chuckling at the ex-presidents yell of annoyance.

“You’re fightin’ awfully hard for someone who claims to be unbothered by touch, Wilbur. That is what you said, wasn’t it? That it doesn't bother you?” Schlatt managed to wrangle Wilbur’s arms down, keeping them in place as Wilbur tried to wrench them away. 

“Schlatt, I swear to god-” he growled, only to be immediately silenced by Schlatt’s fingers being poised over the side of his ribcage. He stared at the frozen hand in suspenseful anticipation, able to feel their warmth with how close they were to his shirt. 

“Something wrong Wil?” Schlatt’s teasy voice carried easily in the emptiness of the station. “You’re a bit quiet now.”

Wilbur bared his teeth, trying to press onto the coolness of the concrete away from Schlatt, only for the man’s hand to follow his side. “Schlatt- Schlatt-” Wilbur himself didn’t know what he was trying to ask, just saying the ram hybrid’s name over and over again as a smile unwillingly twitched at his mouth.

“Oooo, I’m seeing a little grin,” Schlatt cooed, his hand ghosting Wilbur’s ribs and making a slow spidering motion agonisingly close to the sensitive bones. 

Wilbur jerked away on instinct, a muffled yelp slipping through his tightly pressed lips. He was starting to realise how horribly exposed he really was. Fuck. 

There was a delightedly smug chuckle above him. “You’re still falling for that~?” Schlatt purred, wiggling his digits in the air once more at Wilbur’s rib cage just to relish in the sight of him squirming. 

“S-Stop being a prick,” snapped Wilbur, though it came out a lot weaker than he intended. 

The pair of orange eyes watching him seemed to light up at his words. “Oh? You want to skip the teasing and let me go straight into it?”

Yeah, Wilbur really wished his hands were free so that he could punch those stupid mutton chops right off Schlatt’s face. ”Shut up, that’s not what-”

Schlatt snickered, almost patronising as he cooed. “Awww, can you not handle what you dish out Mr President? Ain’t that something, that’s something else you still do! Guess that’s another point to me.”

“No it isn’t you motherfUCKER!” Wilbur’s words were swallowed up by his strangled yell, his whole body trying to collapse in on itself when Schlatt’s sharp nails gently dug into the muscle and bone.

Schlatt barked a laugh, massaging his fingers into the area, not at all deterred by the brunette’s wild squirming. “Well well well, this certainly hasn’t changed either! That’s sweet Wil, you’re still a wriggler.”

Wilbur really was twisting madly on the floor, Schlatt’s fingers kneading into his sensitive ribs making him spasm uncontrollably. Wild, unfiltered giggles tumbled out of him, his smile stretching wider across his face.

“S-Schlahaha- nOHOhohoho! Stohohohopihihit!” Wilbur howled out, trying to shift away from the probing fingers only for them to follow him, never shifting from that damn rib that made him squeal like a little kid.

“Now let’s see,” Schlatt hummed, not even paying attention to Wilbur’s giggle-fueled pleas. “What always made you shriek? Was it the rib counting game or raspberries?” 

A warm flush crept up Wilbur’s neck at the casual words, shoving his head down into his trench coat collar immediately to hide. “Schlahahatt shuhuhut uhuhup!’

“I think it was the rib counting game, raspberries got you to scream, not shriek, didn’t they?”

“IHIHI SAHAhaid shuhuhut uhuhuhup!”

“Mind yourself, Wil,” Schlatt snickered, making sure his knees were firmly planted on Wilbur’s wrists as he put both of his hands on either side of his torso. “I can always make this much worse.” 

He both felt and saw Wilbur gasp, the man flinching at the sight of the outstretched fingers, his nervous giggles picking up when they rested on his bottom ribs. 

“You ready?”

“Ihihill kihihill yohohou.”

“I’m already dead, dumbass,” Schlatt snorted and began to press his digits in, worming them into the skin and grinning when Wilbur bucked with a squeal. “One…” he drawled, dragging his nails across the bones then shifting up. “Two… Thr- Wilbur, c’mon. You’re gonna make me lose count with all the thrashing you’re doing.” 

There was an exasperated whine. “Ihihihi cahahan’t hehehelp ihihihihit!”

“Well you’re gonna have to, I need to know if you’ve lost any ribs since transitioning to the afterlife and I cannot mess it up. Now stay still.”

Wilbur whined again in the back of his throat, sinking deeper into his coat as he felt Schlatt’s hands slide back to his bottom ribs. “Plehehehease- ihihihit tihihihickles Schlahahatt!”

“I know it does idiot,” Schlatt huffed. “That’s the idea.”

His fingers pressed back into the muscle, the sensations sparking through Wilbur’s body and making him want to curl into a ball but with the ram hybrid pinning his waist and his hands, all he could do was throw his head back and giggle himself mad. The slow, tortuous counting continued, Wilbur struggling to control his every instinct to get the hell away. 

“Six…” Schlatt was wiggling his fingers into the middle of the ribcage, snickering as Wilbur fought not to flail as he neared the rib that made the man go ballistic. “Seveeeeen~” Schlatt dragged out the word, his fingers dancing along the rib and leaning forwards towards the eighth one.

Wilbur squirmed back subconsciously, his eyes squinty with how wide his smile was with a red flush colouring his cheeks. He then froze when Schlatt paused directly over the hypersensitive bones, fingers stretched out and a hair's breadth away, but not touching. Wilbur could only stand the tension for a few seconds before he melted into his trench coat, a puddle of nerves and giggly euphoria. “S-Schlatt plehehehease-” he whimpered.

The ram hybrid lunged his nails into the eighth ribs, wiggling and pinching and skittering across the bones. Wilbur’s back immediately arched with a loud shriek, the sound echoing down the train tunnel and quickly followed by hysteric cackling. 

“SCHLAHAHATT!” 

“Awww, there’s those sensitive little buggers,” Schlatt snickered, drilling into the eighth ribs mercilessly and relishing in Wilbur’s gleeful screeches of laughter. 

Wilbur kicked and squirmed wildly, throwing away his previous attempts of staying still as ticklish sparks travelled right through him. Schlatt had him pinned good however, making it impossible for him to squirm away if he wanted to. He was trapped in a different version of hell now.

He was hiccupping in laughter as he pressed out, “IHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD SCHLAHAHATT!”

Schlatt decided to be a dick, just for old times sake. “Oh yeah? Well I told you not to move or it would get worse, and you’re just squirming away like a worm on a string.” Schlatt’s teeth clacked together in a menacing grin that sent a swarm of anticipating butterflies through Wilbur’s stomach. “Buckle up bitch.”

Schlatt yanked the helm of Wilbur’s jumper up with one hand and ducked down to press a raspberry into his eighth rib, shaking his head to brush his facial hair along the sensitive skin and using his fingers to scratch under the bone. A wild scream tore from Wilbur’s throat, his whole body convulsing at the rush of ticklish energy and cold concrete on his bare back. 

“FUHUHUHUHUCK! SCHLAHAHAHATT!” He screeched, the sensations almost overwhelming, but at the same time Wilbur relished in it, deprived of contact and laughter for so long that this was paradise. 

The horned man laughed, scribbling and pinching along Wilbur's ribs tauntingly once more. “Yes Mr President?” He teased, “Got something to say?”

“I-IHIHIHIHI- WAHAHAHAHAIT!” 

Wilbur was thrown back into hysteric laughter as Schlatt didn’t wait for his answer, dropping another raspberry into Wilbur’s ribs and deviously spidering his fingers along the bones. Schlatt wasn’t intending on stopping any time soon, and Wilbur didn’t seem to mind the childish fun at all. If anything, he was enjoying it.

The dark, depressing space of the train platform didn’t seem as gloomy with the laughter bouncing through the limbo. How could it with such a light, happy sound? And once it had finally faded, leaving a smiling brunette and a fond ram hybrid, the previous questioning game continued, light-hearted jests echoing through the station. 

Schlatt didn’t end up leaving the station, even long after the game was done, and Wilbur found himself at ease in his old friend’s company. It had been a long time since they’d shared some time like this, and Wilbur found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, limbo wouldn’t be as horrible anymore.