#fizzthelee reblogs

[slimeylee]

"hopefully it will start showing up as his most recent video instead of "so long nerds" because frankly that thing is a downer."

-slime

stop i cannot be sobbing on christmas morning

[tobysbliss]

og’s remember when i was lees-4-benchtrio

[slimeylee]

theres only like 3 of my friends ill purposely try to get to tickle me

i literally just start a tickle fight boom my issue is solved

but that ISSUE HAS BEEN GROWING because i cant SEE ANYONE

im so jealous that ur able to fucking do that sobs

but rip tho sob

-slime

[tobysbliss]

tw for a serious post, mentions of death threats, mention of suicide, yelling, excessive swearing, and dsmp / mcyt neg

i joined a discord gc so i could play with a friend, and not even 5 mins later i see another one of my friends being made fun of for liking tommyinnit & ANOTHER one of my friends being told to kts for being “weird”. Immediately fucking left after yelling at the asshole who did it.

I have a message for any toxic antis who may come across this.

STOP. MAKING. FUN. OF. PEOPLE. FOR. THEIR. INTERESTS.

AND STOP TELLING PEOPLE TO FUCKING OFF THEMSELVES.

let people enjoy whatever they fucking want. it does not affect you on who people enjoy to watch. some of these content creators are big comforts to people (like me), and they’ve saved people from killing themselves just from their content. not to mention a lot of people, again like me, are simply just hyperfixated on the dsmp / mcyt’s. THEY CANNOT FUCKING CONTROL THAT.

“But they’re problematic—“ And? Everyone on this fucking planet is problematic. Including you. So fucking humble yourself, you’re a shit person as well.

Who gives a flying fuck is somebody likes tommyinnit? or philza, or quackity, or dream, or technoblade, or wilbur soot, OR LITERALLY ANY DSMP MEMBER OR MCYT? WHY DOES IT MATTER? WHO GIVES A SHIT?

Exactly, nobody. Because it doesn’t matter. Let people be themselves. Let people watch whoever the fuck they want, and sit the fuck down and, again, humble yourselves because if your sending death threats, telling people to kts, making fun of literal CHILDREN for their interests, etc, YOU AREN’T A GOOD PERSON EITHER!

[tobysbliss]

YES AS LONG AS UR SFW & RESPECTFUL

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

[tobysbliss]

we moved on from this too quickly

KARL ACTUALLY JUST TICKLED SAPNAP ON STREAM WHILE QUACKITY HELD HIM!!

HELLO!?!?!

Karlnapity my beloved ♥️

[tobysbliss]

THIS IS THE CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR ITS BEAUTIFUL AMAZING ITS A WORK OF ART ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IVE EVER SEEN

Give Us A Laugh, We Miss It

Inspired by this ask here

Word Count: 2,178

Warnings: None

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

Ranboo's sing-song voice hummed out in the room, “Not gonna get me~”

“How do you not laugh at anythin’?” Tommy demanded, slapping a hand into the armrest of his chair as he turned to look at the masked teen beside him. “We really can’t see you trying not to- ya know-” He pulled a face as if holding his breath and bringing a hand to cover his mouth, emphasising Ranboo’s advantage of the mask hiding his features, only for the teen to throw his hands up in a helpless shrug.

“No- I just haven’t- I legitimately have not laughed,” he replied, his own words tapering off at Tubbo’s mutter of, ”I’m gonna rip it off.” His eyes were impishly glinting, which were the only things seeable in the fabric of his red hoodie that was practically drowning him. The narrowed pair of eyes were locked right on Ranboo’s black and white face covering. 

Ranboo leaned away with an unseeable smile of amusement. “Don’t you dare rip it off.”

“I have scissors.”

“Don’t rip it off.”

The threat however, was indeed acted upon later that same night. 

When they hit end stream, Ranboo slipped off the glasses and mask with a content sigh, his eyes squinting with his smile at the pair on either side of him.

“That went well I think,” he commented, “can’t believe I’m the one that got you both to lose though.”

“We weren’t expecting you to make a balls joke!” Tommy defended, tapping at his keyboard to send a message to his editors about the vod. 

“I didn’t, I was just stating a fact!”

“Bullshit, you knew what you were doing,” Tubbo grumbled, glaring at his phone which was being flooded with Twitter notifications from the tweet he was forced to make from losing the challenge. 

Ranboo chuckled quietly, folding his glasses and placing them on the desk alongside the iconic mask, stretching his arms back over his chair. He was unaware of Tubbo staring at him rather intensely. 

Tommy however, scoffed loudly. “Oh, so you laugh now that the cameras are off? Such a bastard.”

The faceless streamer gave an offended noise. “What? We’re not doing the challenge anymore! Why wouldn’t I laugh now?”

Tubbo leaned towards him, a devious smirk on his face as a plan formulated in his head. "That’s a good point Ran, we haven’t heard you laugh in so long. I think you owe us some laughter.” 

Ranboo gave him an odd look, confusion evident in his face. “Huh?”

Tommy, who had taken part and fallen victim in Tubbo’s schemes before, knew exactly where the boy’s mind was headed, and he turned in his chair slowly, a mischievous grin stretching on his face. 

Now, Ranboo was running laps of Tubbo’s house, screaming like Wario as Tommy and Tubbo skidded after him, cackling madly as they tried to cut off the American from escaping.

“Bugger off! Both of you! Just- Tommy, crAP!” Ranboo had to slide on the floorboards with his socked feet to avoid running straight into the blonde, changing course mid-motion to bolt towards the kitchen instead. 

Tommy gave a yell of outrage. “Oi! No- Tubbo catch him! Catch him!”

Tubbo absolutely leapt across the space, managing to grab Ranboo around the waist and cling on with surprising strength, planting his heels into the ground and laughing when the boy almost stumbled to the floor. "Got him! I got him, Tom!”

“Hold him there!”

Ranboo dropped an arm to Tubbo’s side, squeezing quickly at the skin and delighting at Tubbo’s squeal of alarm, the boy immediately scrambling away from Ranboo and releasing him. Unfortunately for the tall teen, Tommy had skidded in front of the kitchen doorway, blocking off his one way of escape. 

Ranboo yelped and went to run towards the second door that led to the bathroom, only for Tubbo to get his bearings long enough to stretch an arm out, grab his side and squeeze. Ranboo’s knees immediately buckled at the rush of ticklish sparks through his nervous system, an involuntary yell leaping from his throat to accompany it. 

With his stumble, Tommy leapt at him and wrapped his arms around his chest from behind, his hands finding the spaces between his ribs and vibrating mercilessly. Ranboo just about leapt out of his skin, a strangled scream of alarm and wild laughter flowing out of him in seconds. 

“T-ToHOHohohommy! L-Lehehet goHOHoho!”

“Nice Tom! Don’t let him escape!” Tubbo skidded in front of Ranboo, grinning widely as the tall teen squirmed and tried to rip Tommy’s hands away from his sensitive ribs. “Gotcha Boo boy! Now give us your giggles!”

His own hands reached out and clamped onto Ranboo’s sides once more, squeezing and poking quickly, causing the boy to jolt back further into Tommy who only tightened his grip around Ranboo’s chest. Keeping him locked in place as he was tickled from the front and back. 

The boy seemed to realise how screwed he was as he tried to wiggle free as he yelped through his mad giggles; “WhiHIHIhiy?! Whhahat dihihid ihihi dohoho?!”

“You bet us,” replied Tommy simply, “so, you must suffer,”

“Thahat’s noHOHoht aha gohohood reheheason.”

“Fuck you, it’s our reason,” Tubbo snorted, shifting his hands up and down Ranboo’s sides in a random pattern to keep him guessing. 

“He owes us at least fifty minutes worth of laughter, you know,” Tommy spoke up, wriggling his fingers into the grooves and prodding along the bones as he talked. “That’s how long the stream was.”

“You sure it wasn’t closer to an hour? May as well round it up,” Tubbo shrugged, “dickhead probably deserves it anyway.”

“Yeah you’re right, wanna go for his hips? Think they’re a good spot.”

“Yeah sure, attack his armpits while we’re at it, they’re a bit sensitive.”

“Oh yeah, good shout man.”

“G-GUHUhuhuhuys! St-StohoHOp ihihihit-! Ohoho mihihiy gohohod!”

“Awwww, there we go! Laugh it up, boss man!” Tubbo snickered, drilling into Ranboo’s hips and making his voice jump up an octave as he shrieked. 

“NOHOT THehehere! TuhuhuHUBBO plehEHease- TOHOHOM!” 

Tommy snickered close to his ear, his hands having left Ranboo’s ribs alone to instead target his underarms, which in Ranboo’s humble opinion, was so much fucking worse- 

“TOHOHOM! PLEHEHEASE- TUBBO- GUHUHUYS CUHUT IHIT OHOHOUT!”

“Oh hey, look at that, you were right,” Tommy chuckled, “armpits were a good idea.”

“Hips got us some good reactions too, nice thinking Tommy.”

“I always aim to please, my friend.”

“We appreciate your service.”

Ranboo groaned in annoyance through his laughter, rolling his eyes as he pressed out his words through his hysteric cackling. “STOHOHOP TAHAHALKING LIHIHIKE THAHAT!”

Tommy only scribbled more into Ranboo’s underarms, causing the teen to throw his head back with a strangled squeal. “Oh hush up Ranboo, we’re trying to have a civil conversation,” he reprimanded like a disappointed parent.

Ranboo went to reply through his tumbling giggles, just for a sound just sort of scream to rip from him as Tubbo pinched quickly at his hip bones. 

“Awww, he’s laughing up a real storm,” he cooed, his nails having shifted to Ranboo’s lower back, scoping out the sweet spots in seconds and moving his hands with the taller boy’s frantic squirming, not leaving him any room for relief. “So we agree he definitely lost the challenge right?”

“Oh yeah, by a long shot,” Tommy agreed with a nod, tapping his fingers against the sensitive skin quickly before scratching along the sides of the pits, the method making Ranboo try to fold in on himself and stomp the floor, his laughter turning squeaky and high pitched in his mirth. 

His legs were shaking as he tried to stay upright, though the tickling was weakening him quickly and making Ranboo want to fall to the ground. Tommy had a good grip on him though, so he was fairly certain he’d still be stuck with these monsters even if he tried to escape via the floor. Suddenly Tubbo perked up, eyes alight with something Ranboo did not trust at all. 

“Ooo, tell you what- Tommy, stop with his armpits for a second, I have an idea.”

Tommy re-adjusted himself to hold Ranboo around his chest more securely, Ranboo’s arms overhanging the hug-like hold like a cat that had gotten picked up. Tubbo grinned up at Ranboo who only shrunk away in fits of tumbling, nervous giggles. 

“T-Tubs- I-I knohow whahat yohou’re thihinking,” he pressed out between gasps, leaning into Tommy who was watching curiously. 

“Oh yeah? And what am I thinking, Boo?” Tubbo asked innocently, his hands flexing and wiggling closer and closer to Ranboo’s hoodie clad stomach. 

“D-Dohohon’t- dohohon’t-” Ranboo spluttered, squirming in place though his height did nothing to help him. Tommy was holding on tight, and the silliness of the situation was making him lose strength. 

“Don’t what, Boss Man?” Tubbo cooed, cocking his head to the side slowly and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Tickle you, perhaps?” 

His hands slipped under Ranboo’s hoodie in a fast lunge, his nails scribbling against the soft skin in a well practised attack. A howl of laughter tore from Ranboo, his whole body jolting as hysteric cackles burst free, trying to leap away only to crash straight into Tommy’s chest, and the blonde was not letting go. 

“Holy shit!” Tommy exclaimed gleefully, watching as Ranboo kicked his foot against the floor and shook his head frantically in laughter. “That’s gotta be his death spot.”

“Oh yeah,” Tubbo snickered. “He really can’t stand it, especially when I do this.” His fingers then targeted Ranboo’s waistline and lower belly, scratching quickly at the skin and not leaving a single ticklish stone unturned.

That was too much for the tall teen and his legs finally gave in, dropping his weight and making Tommy yelp in alarm as he was left to hold Ranboo as dead weight. Tubbo cackled at the sight before him and only went back in for seconds, pinching at the same spot quickly. 

Ranboo, who was halfway to the floor, had his torso stretched out for Tubbo’s merciless attack to fall victim to. He threw his head back with a squeal, the heels of his feet weakly scuffing the floorboards as he tried to right himself but ultimately was stuck as his limbs refused to cooperate. 

His words were lost in his wild laughter, leaning entirely into Tommy who was struggling to keep him upright, though he was grinning at Ranboo’s hysterical giggling. “And to think you were doing so well during the stream,” Tommy tutted. “What happened Ran? You were great at not laughing.”

“T-Tohohom shuhuhut uhup-” Ranboo squeaked out, his face a warm shade of pink and eyes squinting with how wide his smile was. Tommy couldn’t help but let out an adoring coo at the sight, prodding a little at Ranboo’s ribs from where his arms were wrapped around his chest to see him flinch and snort in laughter. 

The tickling lasted a minute more before Tubbo pulled his fingers away, Ranboo slumping further to the ground in relief and  Tommy had to set him down on the floor before he toppled down right along with him. 

“J-Jesus- jesus christ,” Ranboo wheezed, his arms wrapping protectively over his midsection and giggle filled pants leaving him in spurts. 

Tubbo snickered, crouching down in front of him and snagging a water bottle from the desk close by, offering it to the tired American. “Sorry for that bud. You kinda deserved it though.”

“How?!” Ranboo stared in disbelief, taking the offering and spinning the cap off. “All I did was complete the challenge!”

“Yeah that’s the point,” Tommy’s hand suddenly dropped into his hair, gently messing with it to help Ranboo calm down. “You made us lose and tweet stuff against our will, so, ya know, kinda had to get you back for that.” 

“You guys are unbelievable. Can’t believe I want to move here.”

“Yep! You’re stuck with us!” Tubbo grinned, gently kicking his foot into Ranboo’s leg. “And if you dare try to leave the UK, we’ll simply hunt you down and make you come back. We’ll kidnap you!”

“We do know where you live after all,” Tommy grinned, plopping down on Ranboo’s other side and slinging an arm around his shoulders. “So take this as a threat.”

Ranboo dropped his head into his hand to hide his grin, groaning a bit in exasperation for the bit. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“You became friends with us!” Tubbo was suddenly right beside him and bopped his head against his shoulder. “And you don’t regret it at all.”

Ranboo hummed in the back of his throat in a joking disagreement. “Well…” He sighed.

Tubbo’s easy smile dropped into a death stare in milliseconds, the look sending a chill down Ranboo’s spine. His next words were haunting. “Tommy hold him down again.”

“WAIT HANG ON-”

Tommy yanked Ranboo down with the arm wrapped around him, pinning him to the floor and laughing at Ranboo’s panicked yells as he and Tubbo loomed over the lanky teen. “GUYS! NONONONO- NOHOHOHOT AGAHAHAIN!”

[tobysbliss]

THIS IS SO CUTE!! I LOVE IT :DD

Im joining Fizz's Lee Tommy Week!

It is also my birthday!! Woop woop! And Tommy is my favorite streamer/comfort streamer! So this is my own little birthday treat! /hj /pos I am so excited!!

Thank you Fizz! @fizzthelee for creating this amazing week! go check him out! And give them your support and love! /p /pos /gen He is great!

The people in this: Lee!Tommy, Ler!Ranboo

Tw: nothing! This is very soft!

Each day is a new theme! From August 2nd to the 8th! I hope you all enjoy

-K :]

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Day 1- Sleepy Tickles!

Tubbo went out for the morning so it was just him and Ranboo at Tubbo's place as the sun took its place in the sky and the moon shyed away until the night fall back again.

It was a peaceful morning. The birds were singing their beautiful songs, the sun was just barely hitting the blondes face through the blinds, it was calm.

Ranboo had already been awake, He was doing some Mcc practice on stream about to end it soon when the chat heard Tommy's sleepy voice in the background,

"Ranboo?"

"Good morning Tommy im streaming"

Tommy pulled out his camera and vloged this moment "can they hear me?"

"Yeah"

"Aw! That's even worse, uhhh" Both Tommy and Ranboo started giggling before Tommy explained to the vlog what just happened before turning it off and yawning once more.

"You gonna end soon"

"Mhm!"

"Good, m'going back to bed"

"Sleep well Tommy"

"thank you" and just like that he was fast asleep once more, it didn't last long though, Ranboo saying bye to chat woke him once more.

The minute he heard Ranboo click the end stream button it was time! "Rannnnnn"

"Im coming Tommy geehez" Ranboo climbed onto the pull out bed next to Tommy with a raised eyebrow "You gonna get up soon Tom's?~"

Getting Tommy out of bed was the harder part to the mornings spent with Tommyinnit. Getting him up thats good, but getting him to leave the comfort of his cozy and warm bed now that takes talent!

"Mmm not yet" Tommy smiled softly and sleepily as he flipped softly onto his stomach, face engulfed in his fluffy pillow softly snoring as Ranboo sighed playfully shaking the blonde and getting some giggly responses "nohoho" Ranboo's hands seemed a bit too close to Tommy's sides for his comfort,

"Tommmyyy~ you gonna get up hmmm?~"

"Noho! Not Happening" the blonde's giggles didn't stop he just smirked on the pillow and tried sleeping again

"Oh Tommy, we both know that's not true, I'll get you out of this bed one way or the other, I have my ways~"

"Nuh huhuh!"

"Yeah huh!" Ranboo giggled before lowering his body and voice to whisper in Tommy's ear "You want me to prove it giggles?~"

"SHHH!" Tommy shushed him and scrunched his shoulder up to his ear his giggles more prominent than before

"Alright thats it!" Ranboo giggled before skitering his fingers gently but swiftly up and down the boys ticklish ribs "no one tells Ranboo to shh!" He joked playfully as his tickly fingers traced the outline of every bone

"Tickle Tickle Tommyy~"

"AH-HAhaHAHaha!! Noohohohoho"

"Yehehesss~" Ranboo teased matching his energy before moving his tickly fingers up to scribble all along the sides of his neck causing the boy to scrunch up even more and wiggle around a bit from side to side

"Rahahahanbohooo!"

"Yes Tommy? Thats my name don't wear it out!"

"Yohohohou're so mehehean!"

"Oh~" he paused before dragging a single finger down the length of his spine "you want to see mean?~"

"Nonononono wahait! I didn't- WAIT!"

Ranboo giggled evilly as he darted his hands quickly to Tommy's sides before pausing just inches away from the now visible skin that got exposed from his shirt riding up with the wiggling he was doing earlier

The squeak that left his mouth was all the more satisfying,

"Ranboooo!" Tommy whined as Ranboo bursted out laughing "Nohohot Fahair!" Tommy joined in his laughter as Ranboo got himself together squeezing Tommy's ticklish sides.

"EEP! HEHEY!"

Ranboo couldn't help the flow of giggles that left his mouth as he scribbled all along the length of the sleepy and giggle Tommy's sides,

"Tickletickletickletickle awwww!! Im gonna getcha'! Tickle Tickle Tickleee~ so adorable!"

"IHiIhihi AHaHam! nOt! Ah! ADORAHAHA- RANBOOHOHO!" Tommy flipped himself over in the process to try and weakly push his hands away.

"You gonna get up giggles? Hmmmm?~"

"Neheheve-AHAHAHAHA RAHAHANBOO! NOHOO!"

"Aww what's wrong sleepyhead? Does someone have a ticklish tummy?~ I think he doessss~"

"IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIRR!"

"Hmm I wonder what this button over here does hmmm?" Ranboo thought out loud circling the area as Tommy giggles increased the closer he got to his bellybutton

"Plehehease! Ihihill gehehehet U-HAHAHAP NAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Dawwww!"

"HAHAHA RAHAHANBOO!!"

"Alright Alright! Hehe you're free"

Tommy giggled as he caught his breath; Ranboo rubbed away the remaining phantom tickles smiling down at the giggly blonde that lay next to him.

"You ready?"

"Mhm!" Tommy slowly sat up yawning once more before getting up and out of bed.

"Where's Tubs?"

"Shopping"

"Sounds good"

The two smiled at each other before getting some breakfast, this was a great way to start the day, Thanks Ranboo!

"Race you to the TV!"

"Geez- TOMMY!-"

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This is so exciting! I hope you all enjoyed and have a great day today because you all truly deserve it! Take care of yourselves, drink some water, Eat something yummy! And give yourself a pat on the back! You are doing an amazing job! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[tobysbliss]

HOLY FUCK

Thoughts?

[tobysbliss]

AAAAH THISBIS SO CUTE??!??!, DFHDSH

HELLOOOO!!!!!!

Can I have some Lee!Tommy pls? :D

If not, it's alright! :D OH AND I HAVE AN OC GIVEAWAY!

buh-bye! :D

Oh my! Hello! 😂

I’ve never written Lee! Tommy but I’ll give it a go! Thanks for the ask!

Warning: Tommy swears like a dirty crime boy

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“TOM YOU LITTLE GREMLIN!” The angry voice shouted close behind Tommy as he bolted through the house. “GIVE ME BACK MY BEANIE!!”

Tommy only laughed and held the red-knit hat tighter to his head. As you could probably assume Tommy had stolen Wilbur’s favorite beanie, and thus an epic chase broke out.

“CAN’T CATCH ME WIL—!” The blonde taunted, sprinting into the kitchen. However the hardwood floors granted the boy no friction to his socked feet and he was suddenly face-down on the ground.

A low chuckle above him made his face pale and he quickly rolled onto his back, only for Wilbur to perch atop the teen’s thighs.

“You gonna give me back my beanie, Tommy?”

“No fuhucking way.”

“I’m giving you a choice here. We can do this the easy way,” Wilbur began popping his knuckles and flexing his fingers “—or the hard way.”

Tommy, who was still pulling on the beanie to keep it firmly over his blonde curly hair, was now tingling with anticipation. He knew there was no way he was getting out of this, regardless if he gave his brother back his hat.

“F-Fuck yohou.” He giggled.

The brunette shrugged. “Your funeral.”

Wilbur’s hands shot down to the boy below him but instead of immediately feeling tickly fingers on his sides, he felt the beanie pull down over his eyes. Then followed the torturous clawing at his belly.

“NAhaha! Fuhuhuck, Wihihihil!! I cahahahan’t seeheehee!!” Tommy squealed, his hands moving down to grip at the hands squeezing at his torso.

“L.” The taller man said simply, drilling his thumbs into the boy’s lower ribs and earning a shriek followed by wild laughter.

“WIHIHIHIL!! Lehehemme see!! Tahahahake ihit ohohohoff!!”

“No no, you wanted to wear my beanie!” Wilbur teased. “I’m letting you wear it!”

“Nahahahat lihihihike thihis!! I dihihidn’t wahant to— FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!” The blonde teenager absolutely screamed as his evil Ler of a brother began kneading into his hips mercilessly.

“You gonna give me back my beanie now?”

“YEHEHES YEHEHES I WILL!! WIHIHIHILBY PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHAN’T!!” Tommy cackled desperately. Wilbur stopped immediately upon hearing his brother’s cry, pulling the beanie off his head to admire his handiwork.

Tommy’s face was flushed bright cherry red, his smile splitting his face that had little traces of tear tracks running down it. Smiling fondly at the still giggling boy, Wilbur scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the couch. The two brothers sat and cuddled, Wilbur humming a song softly while Tommy slept soundly.

—

Philza and Technoblade came back to the house an hour or so later, having to suppress coos at the two boys snoozing on the sofa. Wilbur had taken off his glasses at some point and rested his cheek on Tommy’s head, which was covered with the brunette’s favorite red beanie.

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I hope this was acceptable! 😅😁

[tobysbliss]

THIS IS SO AMAZING AAHH!!

Nervousness Comforting

Keep reading

[tobysbliss]

C!SWEATER DUO

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.”

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?”

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?”

“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.

[tobysbliss]

imma need to see that lee!george sequel /nf

Missing Hoodie

warnings: none! (unless maybe swear words? idk lmao)

w/c: 2.3k (i got carried away sorry lmao!!)

IRL, Platonic!!

Summary: Sapnap steals Dream's hoodie and hides it in George’s room in attempts to frame him as payback for something he did the day before.

This prompt was sent to me by @the-new-ginger-switch tysm!! <33

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Sapnap sat at his desk, gently spinning from side to side on his chair, his chin resting on his hand. He was zoned out thinking about what George had done to him the previous day, and he was pissed off.

The little shit had unplugged his computer mid-stream causing everything to shut down and Sapnap to lose all progress on the game he was playing. He was going to get him back.

Sapnap was sitting trying to come up with a an idea, a plan to get revenge. That's when it clicked, a hilarious idea popped into his head. He was going to sneak into Dream's room and take something, something that Dream would look for, and he was going to hide it in George's room making it look like it was George who took it.

Sapnap smirked to himself as he thought over his little scheme, thinking about how George would get the blame and there would be nothing he could do to convince Dream that it was in fact Sapnap.

He got up and quietly walked towards his door, listening for any indications of where his friends were at that exact moment. Luckily for Sapnap, he could hear them laughing and talking downstairs.

"Perfect" he thought to himself as he carefully pulled his door open enough for him to creep out into the hallway. Sapnap cautiously walked down the hall towards Dream's bedroom, being careful not to step on any loose floorboards or anything. If any of the two were to come up stairs he was planning on just playing it off like he was going to the bathroom or something.

When Sapnap reached Dream's door he stopped to listen again, still hearing the two chatting away downstairs. He pushed Dream's door open and stepped inside, immediately spotting Dream's favourite hoodie hanging over his chair.

Dream wore this hoodie all the time, especially at night when it got a little colder and Sapnap knew Dream well enough to know that he would likely want to put the hoodie on any minute soon as it was approaching 8pm and it was starting to get chilly in the house.

Without wasting any time, Sapnap crept over to Dream's desk, taking the hoodie off the back of the chair before quickly heading back towards the door. Still trying to be as quiet as possible Sapnap slithered back to George's room. After entering his friend's bedroom, he walked over to George's closet and opened the door, throwing Dream's hoodie inside.

Giggling to himself, Sapnap quietly closed the door again and crept back over to the door before freezing in place. George was standing in the doorway, a smug look on his face as he stood with his arms crossed.

"What are you doing in here, Sapnap?" He asked knowingly. Sapnap just stared at him, eyes wide and a nervous smile pulling at his lips. "Huh?" George pressed,

"I uh.. I was just.. I- I was looking for um.." Sapnap stammered as he quickly tried to make up some excuse, but George knew. How didn't Sapnap hear him coming up the stairs? He almost kicked himself for not being more observant.

"Hey George? Have you seen my hoodie? I swear I left it on my chair" Dream called out as he walked up the hallway towards George's room. Sapnap looked at George who was still wearing that smirk as if to say 'don't you dare'.

"Oh, what's this? Party in George's room?" Dream chuckled sarcastically as he got to the doorway.

"I think Sapnap might be able to help you" George joked as he turned to look at Dream, still standing in the doorway.

"W-What? What are you talking about?" Sapnap replied nervously, almost in an annoyed tone.

"Sapnap?" Dream asked sounding confused. Sapnap's cheeks flushed red as he nervously stared at his two friends who stared back. George giving him a smug look and Dream just blankly staring at him, eyebrows raised.

"I uh.. I-" Sapnap started,

"He hid it Dream, I saw him-" George interrupted,

"George shut up! You don't even know what you're talking about!" Sapnap snapped back.

"Dream I swear! I walked in and he was just in here, what else would he be doing?" George insisted as Dream just stared at the two before turning his attention to Sapnap.

"Did you take my hoodie?" He asked calmly,

"N-No! I didn't! I was looking for something, why would I take your hoodie?" Sapnap replied. His plan had failed, shit.

"Oh really?" Dream answered, a smirk forming on his face as he took a step towards his friend who immediately broke into nervous laughter as he also took a step back.

"Why would George say that then? Huh?" Dream continued. Without a word, Sapnap made a dash towards the door, managing to get past George. However, he let out a scream as he was grabbed from behind and tackled onto the floor by Dream.

"Where are you going? Huh?" Dream chuckled as he and the younger guy wrestled a little, Sapnap trying to escape and Dream trying to keep him down. Meanwhile George just stood over the two, laughing at them.

"Dream!! Get off me!" Sapnap yelled, laughing as he tried to push Dream away from him.

"Did you take my hoodie?" Dream asked, "tell me Sapnap, or I'll have to bring out the big guns" he smirked.

"The big- what the fuck are you talking about? I don't have your stupid hoodie!" Sapnap said, his voice cracking slightly.

"You literally do, stop lying" George added as he looked down at Sapnap who gave him a scowl.

"Shut up! Who asked you?" He barked,

"Hey, no need to get all moody with me" George replied sarcastically causing both Sapnap and Dream to giggle.

"Alright Sapnap, last chance, or else" Dream warned.

"Or else what? Huh? I didn't take your hoodie Dream" Sapnap insisted, trying to sound somewhat calm although to Dream he just sounded cocky. He would soon fix that.

"That's it" Dream replied ominously, causing Sapnap to grow nervous as a panicked look appeared on his face.

"That's it? What do you- DREAM WAHAHAHAIT NOHOHO!!" Sapnap cried as he suddenly felt ten fingers digging into his ribs. He frantically slapped at Dream's shoulders as he squirmed around on the floor, trying to roll away however Dream had perched himself on his hips stopping him from going anywhere.

"I'm done waiting Sapnap, I suggest you tell me where the hoodie is" Dream smirked, looking up at George almost as if for his approval, to which George giggled and crouched down beside the two.

"Sapnap just tell him and he'll stop" he said nonchalantly.

"NOHO! I'M NOHOT FUHUCKING TELLING HIM!" Sapnap cackled. Dream paused for a second, giving George a look before resuming his attack more vigorously squeezing the other guy's sides.

"Oh so you do know where it is? You lied to me!" He asked. The loud, melodic laughter continued from Sapnap as he kicked his legs on the floor behind Dream as he tried to push his hands away.

"DREHEHEAM!" Sapnap cried,

"Yes?" Dream answered, digging his fingers into Sapnap's lower sides.

"STOHO- STOHOHOP! PLEHEHEASE!" Sapnap cackled, gasping in between words as he was laughing so hard. Dream did stop, but only for a second as he looked down at his friend who's face was red, tears pricking his eyes as his laughter died down into giggles.

"Are you gonna tell me where the hoodie is Sapnap? Huh?" Dream answered, raising his eyebrows as he jabbed the guy in the ribs causing him to flinch and giggle.

"Plehehease Dreheheam"

"Tell me~" Dream sang as he began attacking Sapnap's sides again causing him to let out another scream before dissolving into more fits of laughter.

"YOHOU AHASSHOHOLE" he laughed. Dream gasped and looked at George who just raised his eyebrows and let out a sarcastic chuckle,

"Ohoho.. Dream, are you gonna take that slander?" He joked.

"I know what'll get 'im" Dream said, not directed at anyone in particular, more so talking to himself. He reached back and grabbed Sapnap's leg just above his knee and began squeezing. Sapnap completely lost his shit at this,

"DREAM NOHOHOHO! CUHUT IT- CUT IT OHOHOUT!" He cackled, covering his face with his hands as he kicked his legs.

"What's wrong Sapnap? Bad spot? Huh?" Dream teased his poor friend who was practically melting into the floor at this point.

"STOHOP- CUT IT- CUT IT OHOHOUT!" He cackled. Dream gave a chuckle before replying,

"You know what to do".

"OKAY OKAHAHAY! IHIT'S IHIN THE CLOSEHEHET!" Sapnap said through his laughter,

"It's where?" Dream asked, just to be an asshole, "I can't hear you, you're laughing too much". This caused George to snicker,

"YOHOU DIHICK!"

"Excuse me?" Dream replied with a smirk. He stopped again for a second to allow Sapnap to speak and to regain his composure a little.

"I said.. I said it's in- it's in the closet.." Sapnap managed to say through his giggles.

"And what's it doing in there huh?" Dream asked, genuinely curious as to why Sapnap would've put it there, as was George who also listened in.

"I was trying to get back at George, he unplugged my computer yesterday while I was streaming.." Sapnap started to explain,

"Yeah, I heard" Dream chuckled, remembering the bickering from the day before.

"I was gonna hide your hoodie in here and blame George, so you'd get mad at him and not me" Sapnap continued, a nervous smile on his face knowing that admitting to this would likely land him in shit, and he'd be right.

George gasped as he and Dream looked at each other, "Sapnap!" George said trying to sound surprised.

"That's not very nice Sapnap" Dream commented, tilting his head to the side slightly as Sapnap's nervous giggling started back up again.

"No it's not" George agreed, also giving Sapnap a feigned look of disappointment. Following this, Dream got up to check the closet to see if his hoodie was in fact there. Low and behold, there it was, Dream's hoodie laying on the floor of George's closet. He decided that he would pretend to have not seen it, just to irritate Sapnap even more.

Sapnap propped himself up on his elbows as he watched his friend nervously. "Hmm.. I don't see it anywhere" Dream said, trying to hold back his own laughter as he turned and saw the look of horror on Sapnap's face.

"W-What do you mean? It's literally in there!" Sapnap replied as Dream walked back over towards his friend.

"Where is it Sapnap?" Dream asked again as he crouched back down beside Sapnap who just looked at him in disbelief. He began to giggle uncontrollably due to nerves,

"Dream ihit's ihin thehehere!" He insisted.

"I think you're lying~" Dream said in a sing-song voice as he raised his hands slightly, wiggling his fingers menacingly towards Sapnap. This completely set him off as he began laughing harder,

"I'm nohot lying I swehehear! Dream plehehease! Let me gohoho!" Sapnap giggled,

"Nuh-uh, you're not going anywhere" Dream snickered as he shot his hands back to his sides, wiggling his fingers all over. This caused the younger guy to lose his mind as he began cackling once again.

"DREAM I SWEHEAR TO GOHOHOD!"

"Then stop lying Sapnap! Just tell me where my hoodie is" Dream smirked, giving George a wink to let him know that he was kidding about not seeing the hoodie.

"I can't believe you would make up that whole lie just to try to get me into trouble, Sapnap" George joined in.

"YOHOU DESEHERVED IHIT!" Sapnap cried,

"Oh I deserved it huh?" George replied, raising his eyebrows as he shuffled closer to his friend.

"GEORGE-" Sapnap started but was interrupted by a second pair of hands attacking his torso. He let out another scream as he flinched rather dramatically.

"HAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO GEORGE WAHAHAIT!" Sapnap cackled. Dream got off of him and sat on the other side of him, figuring that he'd be too weak to run now. Dream also joined in, opting to target the front of Sapnap's ribs as he had rolled over onto his side so that he was facing Dream.

"Wait for what Sapnap? For you to admit what a little sneak you are?" George smirked.

"GUHUHUYS! COME OHOHON!" Sapnap pleaded, "I'M SOHORREHEHE!"

"Then admit it" George said with a smirk, still squeezing his sides.

"AHADMIHIT WHAHAHAT?!" Sapnap cried,

"That you're petty" George answered.

"WHAT?! Noho fuhucking wahahay!" Sapnap replied as he rolled back over onto his back in some attempt to escape his friend's hands.

"Then looks like we're not stopping then" George replied matter of factly, knowing that he would break eventually. And he did so pretty quick,

"OKAHAY FIHIHINE! I WAHAS BEING PETTY!" Sapnap admitted, though it was only so that the two would stop.

"You said it not me" George chuckled, slowing to a stop, Dream following suit.

"Dude whatever" Sapnap replied as the leftover giggles escaped his mouth. Dream jumped up and walked over to George's closet, staring into it for a second before pulling out his hoodie.

"Here it is!" He smiled before putting the hoodie on. He looked over at Sapnap who just stared at him before saying,

"You asshole" Dream wheezed before laughing like an idiot as he held out his hand to help his friend up. Sapnap playfully nudged him, giving a smirk as he rolled his eyes, meanwhile Dream was cracking up.

"So George... about yesterday" Sapnap suddenly said as he turned to look at George who had a nervous look on his face.

"Uh.. w-what about it?" George replied nervously as he slowly backed away towards the door. Sapnap and Dream both looked at each other with smug expressions. Maybe Sapnap would finally get his revenge after all.

[tobysbliss]

REEEEE

Another one

[tobysbliss]

HAVENT EVEN READ IT BUT IK ITLL BE AMAZING BCB CHNCNBC ITS BENCH TRIO BENCH TRIO MY BABIES MY BOYS MY FAVORITE BOYS EVER THE ONLY BOYS EVER

Surprise! It's me! I'm posting woop woop!

This might be a short one but oh well!

The people in this: Lee!Tubbo, Ler!Tommy, Ler!Ranboo

Benchtrio fic! Benchtrio fic! Irl benchtrio fic!

Tw: some language other than that none this is so soft!

I've had this idea for a while just sitting in my plans list on my notes soooo yeah! I hope you all enjoy!

-K :]

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Stuck in the middle

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo were getting to spend some quality time together after a vlog. They had all just arrived back at Tubbo's house and immediately flopped down on the small love seat that had a direct veiw of the TV.

Tommy sat left of Tubbo while Ranboo took the right, the bee boy was left to get the middle spot. He wasn't complaining though he had the best veiw in the house and he was close to his two favorite people, it was a win win all together!

The only con was there was no room for his hands so he had to put his arms on the couch top behind his two friends.

Tommy sighed in content as he rolled his head back "Man that vlog was crazy"

"You can say that again" Ranboo said in agreement as he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels to see what they could all watch and enjoy together

"SOUTH PARK!"

"No!"

This was the hardest part of cable vs the benchtrio, nothing being on! But they had fun with it. After much persistence from the bee boy South Park was played in the background as Tubbo happily smiled watching one of his favorite shows.

After a couple of episodes Tommy was slowly getting more and more bored, he glanced at Ranboo, then at Tubbo, just to see if he could do anything and fix this boredom that was starting to form into a headache, the idea sparked in him like a light switch being flicked on as he saw the way Tubbo was positioned.

He was stuck, a smirk slowly formed on his features, quickly putting it away as to not give away his plan! He waited a bit, occasionally glancing over at the pair just to see if any of them had caught on, they haven't, it was time!

Tommy slowly moved his hand to Tubbo's knee tracing little shapes on the brunettes kneecap and the upper part of the knee where the knee meets the thigh. He felt his best friend tense up just a bit, Ranboo looked over and immediately knew the plan.

Both of them took it slowly, Tommy eventually wrote the word 'Tickle' across Tubbo's ticklish skin, that's when Tubbo spoke up, the giggles trapped in his throat, so close to escaping

"Tommy quit it!" He said quietly as to not fully disrupt Ranboo if he was watching, he couldn't tell, he was so focused on Tommy and his tickly fingers he didn't even realize that Ranboo was in on this too!

"Im not doing anything Tub's I don't know what you're talking about" The blonde said still making shapes on Tubbo's knee,

"Yes you are knock it off"

"No I'm not!"

"Shhh Tommy I'm trying to watch" Ranboo said to throw Tubbo off some more, Tommy knew he was playing along so he went with the flow

"Whatever" the blonde focused his eyes back onto the tv picking up the speed a bit, now scribbling all over the brunettes knee, Tubbo tensed up his leg more to try and stop it but nothing would work if anything that made it tickle more!

Tommy then squeezed his knee and that was the end of that, Tubbo let out an uncontrollable squeak and a few giggles as the smirk on Tommy's face became visible, his eyes still glued to the tv;

He skittered his tickly fingers all around his knee as Ranboo took this as his cue to start pinching all over Tubbo's tigh/upper leg

"Rahahahanboo?!"

Ranboo's eyes remained fixated on the tv as his hand spidered down the length of his tigh squeezing his knee as well, Tommy still scribbling behind Tubbo's other knee and all around it, spreading his fingers out overtop of his kneecap when he felt like it, Tubbo couldn't stop the laughter that flowed out of his mouth after that,

"Guhuhuhuys nohot fahahair"

"Tubbo could you keep it down please im trying to watch South Park" Tommy teased joking around as Ranboo joined

"Yeah Tubbo geez this is my favorite show"

"Jeheherks" Tubbo joked through his laughter

"Woah!!!"

"Language Tubbo! How Dare you call us jerks! You're in for it now pal!"

The playfulness was clear in everyone's voice it was a great atmosphere but man was he in for it!

"Wait wait wait WA-HAHAHAIT! TOHOHOMMY!!"

Tommy smirked scribbling against Tubbo's side, Tubbo squirmed as best he could but in the midst of trying to escape Tommy's tickles he left himself wide open for Ranboo, which he fully took the opportunity and squeezed gently up and down Tubbo's other side;

"RAHAHAN!!"

"Tktktktktktktk~" Ranboo made some tickle sounds scribbling against the length of his other side as Tommy stuck to some pokes there too as to not overwhelm him.

"We're gonna get you tubs!~"

"Ihihit tihihickles!"

"Good! It's supposed to! Tickle Tickle Tickleee bee boy!~"

"Tohohohommyyy!"

"Tickle Tickle tickleee, dawwww~ such a ticklish little tubbo!"

"Rahahahahan! Plehehease!"

Tommy giggled scribbling quickly under Tubbo's arm as he squealed

"AH!"

"PFFFT HAHA THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"You're an ahahass!"

"Language Tubbo! I think we should get his stomach for that one, what do you think Tommy?~"

"Oh I do agree Ranboo great idea!~"

"Nonononono Wait! WAhahait I'm sohoHOHOHORRYY!! NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES! NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!"

"Tickletickletickletickle~" Ranboo scribbled underneath his shirt all over his ticklish tummy while Tommy blew tiny raspberries wherever Ranboo's tickly fingers we're not getting leaving no spot untickled.

Tubbo threw his head back in laughter and lightly kicked the ground as the ticklish sensation filled his senses

"OKAHAHAY MEHEHERCY HAHAHA!"

Both boy's stopped instantly, rubbing away the phantom tickles and giving Tubbo room to put his hands down.

"Did you have fun tubs?"

"Mhm! Even though you're both mehean"

"Says the one who called you an ass Tommy"

Everyone was laughing together, it was perfect! Today was well deserved for all of them.

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I hope you all enjoyedd! Treat yourself, Take care of yourself, Relax, Drink some water, eat something yummy and have a great day my friends! You all truly deserve it!

-K :]