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Dream getting beat up ?? Guess I have to make this about tickling.

When George finds out, he thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. Deep down, he feels bad for Dream’s poor wrist and really, he should take care of him. Instead, he follows Dream around the house and mocks him for ‘being a loser.’

George feels invincible since Dream is injured - upping his cockiness to 100 - until Dream snaps and looks George right in the eye, promising to count down the days till he can put his hand to good use… *ahem* payback. Thats when George knows he messed up.

Cue dynamic switch where Dream follows George around, detailing everything he wants to do once healed. George knows not to call Dreams bluff and that no amount of pleading/apologising is going to get him out. Theres nothing he can do but wait.

okii enjoy💗

oughhhh this is so good…….

bc at first, george WOULD be concerned. he’ll use any excuse to make fun of dream, obviously, but george does actually care about dream’s wellbeing, so when he walks into the kitchen and sees dream with a bruised arm and a wrist brace on, wincing in pain as he grabs a glass, his immediate reaction is to say “what the hell happened to you??” with furrowed eyebrows as he takes dream’s arm in his hand and gently turns it to get a better look. when dream says “sapnap happened. we were sparring and i landed on it wrong”, george looks up at him like he’s just given him the winning lottery numbers. the next few words go something like this:

“….sapnap did that?”

“yeah”

“….sapnap beat you at wrestling?”

“….yes.”

(cue george laughing like a maniac, and dream scoffing and shoving his shoulder with his still working hand)

george continues to mock him, of course, nearly falling over laughing every time the thought of sapnap beating dream re-enters his mind, telling him how that’s embarrassing, and sapnap is so much smaller than him, and “really, dream, i would understand if sapnap beat ME, but YOU? that’s– that’s ludicrous, that’s– oh my god”, going on and on for admittedly way longer than necessary

and dream lets him. until he doesn’t.

suddenly, there’s a huge, strong hand grabbing his arm, yanking him closer and holding him in place as he gasps, caught off guard by the movement, and he only has a few seconds to look down at dream’s hand before his injured one comes up to gently turn george’s head to look him in the eye

all his cockiness is gone in an instant, any words he had left to spit dying in his throat, eyes wide and heart beating as he saw the smirk on dreams face and the thrilled glint in his eyes

“are you done?” dream asks, voice low and powerful, and george swallows and pouts, annoyed that dream couldn’t just let him have his fun– and totally not freaking out about how easily dream knows how to take him down. “don’t forget, georgie, i still have one working hand. and for how much smaller and weaker and easy to handle sapnap is to me, you’re just the same, probably even more so.”

“that- that’s not true–“

“yes it is, you know it is. i only have to keep this brace on for a week, george. maybe two at most. so just know i will be counting down each agonizing second until i can show you exactly how true it is.”

george was frozen. how is he even supposed to respond to that?

dream smiles, giggling to himself at george’s expression, before letting go of his arm and running his fingers through george’s wavy hair, pressing a quick kiss to cheek before practically skipping back to his office, leaving george utterly dumbfounded in the kitchen, blushing like an idiot

he thinks that’s the end of it. until the next morning.

he gets bored of sitting in his room, so he goes to sniff out one of his friends to sit in a room with them instead. he doesn’t find sapnap, which is annoying because his room is way closer than dream’s, but he does find dream in his office, working on the video they recorded a few days prior. he doesn’t have headphones on so he notices george pretty quickly, smiling sweetly and welcoming him in. george goes to take his usual spot on the small bed, but dream motions him over first, and when he follows, dream wraps an arm (his good arm) around his waist and pulls him close, resting his cheek against george’s tummy. george giggles, carding his fingers through dreams hair, and things stay calm like that for a while.

until dream says, “you here to let me play with you some more?”

no, he is not there for that. george, decidedly, is no longer going to be there at all

but when he goes to leave, dream’s arm tightens, and his hand grips george’s side hard and squeezes, his fingertips reaching the side of his tummy and his thumb positioned vertical against the bottom of his ribs. he can’t help but giggle, his free hand grabbing at dream’s while his other tightens in his hair, and he squirms as much as he can in the shockingly strong hold dream has on him. dream looks up at him, chuckling meanly, before muttering, “this is the spot i’m gonna get first when i take the brace off” as he presses his middle finger into george’s tummy– not enough to tickle, but enough to prove a point. george shakes his head through his nervous giggles, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to look at dream anymore, and dream laughs and pulls his arm away, pushing george towards the bed and telling him to, “go ahead, get cozy, idiot” before turning back to his computer

george does so, taking a few minutes to calm himself back down, but eventually he does settle into the bed, a blanket covering his legs and a pillow behind his head, content to watch dream work for a little while. he nearly falls asleep, if he’s being honest, so he forces himself to sit up and shuffle to the foot of the bed, sitting with his back against the wall and his legs out in front of him. dream notices the shift, turns to watch him rub his tired eyes and fix his hair, smiling fondly when he yawns. “sleepy?” he asks, and george hums and nods, pulling one knee up to rest his cheek on while dream leans back in his chair. his eyes trail down to george’s outstretched leg, and he notices that his foot is sticking out from the bottom of the blanket about 2 seconds before george does.

he turns his chair so his good hand can reach, and he grabs george’s ankle– quite forcefully, intending to be gentle but having to catch it before he pulls away. the position is a little awkward, to be fair, with dream’s arm crossed over his chest to hold on, but it doesn’t make george freak out any less, so he still gets the desired result anyway. george gasps, starts protesting and giggling in seconds, trying to free himself from dream’s grip once again to no avail.

“it’s so funny how bad this gets to you when i’m not even doing anything”

“shut up!”

“i couldn’t even tickle you if i tried right now, george”

“fuck off!!”

“maybe i’ll do this when i wreck you, i’ll just hold your ankle and not even tickle you. just to see how you react.”

“dream!!!!” george fights, finally twisting his leg free, pulling it back to curl his knees to his chest and hide his face between them. dream giggles, scoots his chair over to face george again, and reaches under the blanket to grab his ankle again. “STOP!” george squeals, but one look at dream’s face makes him stop in his tracks, the soft smile on his lips and kind look in his eyes making george betray every instinct to run.

“c’mon. i said i wouldn’t do anything until the brace is off. give me.” he said, and without much choice, george’s ankle is yanked back into dream’s grasp, but he stays true to his word. he doesn’t tickle george, in any way. he simply holds his ankle, rubs his thumb gently against the protruding bones, and asks what george wanted for lunch, which he then orders for delivery and refuses to let george pay.

george is going to lose his mind, he thinks.

the next few days go by the same way, multiple more instances of dream, for lack of a better term, fucking with his head in any tickling-related way he possibly can. george knows there’s no way out of this– he won’t call dream’s bluff, because he knows dream isn’t bluffing. he can’t apologize, he tried, dream only said he’d “make him sorry”, and he can’t say he’ll make it up to him, he tried that too, dream said he “has nothing to make up for” and he “only wants to tickle him”. he definitely can’t tell sapnap, because that would be even worse, sapnap would either carry out dream’s revenge himself or create some mental mind fuckery of his own to make george pay, so he has no other choice than just… to wait until it happens.

and then the day finally comes.

he wakes up one morning, about a week and a half after his fatal mistake, and he walks into the living room to see dream sitting on the couch.

dream, sitting on the couch, with two working hands, albeit one very bruised, with no wrist brace in sight.

he tries to run– more out of instinct than anything, he knows he won’t get away– but dream catches him humiliatingly fast, throwing him over his shoulder and dropping him down on the couch, hopping on top of him and giving him the payback he was so, so entitled to.

and dream made sure to stay true to every little thing he threatened george with. every single one.

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youre the tumblr connoisseur and i need help with something! didnt someone write a fic about one of dteam being tickled in a burrito blanket cause george just said they got sent one of those!! i thought that was cool… maybe was a tumblrina delusion tho

it was not a delusion!!! it was indeed @mushiewrites who wrote this genius fic a few years ago :D

everyone give it another read if you haven’t in a while 🥰🥰

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10 and 11 ! 🙃

thank you for asking!!!!

10. which three fics were you most nervous to post? why?

it’s hard to narrow it down to three, but i think tbh the reasons for all three are the same. i usually feel the most hesitant/nervous to post a fic thats a lot more personal to me, usually if they’re concepts that i started writing more for myself than anyone else. fics like that tend to feel a lot more vulnerable and real which makes them a lot harder to power through and post.

to name three specifically tho id definitely say One Sided Tickle Fight, bc it was the first fic i posted that felt like that, and it had been a little while since i posted so that comeback was extra scary. second one id say is Pretty Kitty, for the same reasons and also it was my first time writing romantic dnf in this context so it was heightened from that too. lastly was the most recent one which was Twinkle Toes, aka the dnf pedicure fic, at first i didn’t even think i was gonna post it at all bc i wasn’t sure how people would react to it, and that one felt very Real as well for all the previous reasons

11. which three fics of yours are under-appreciated (whatever that means to you!)? write something lovely about each of them!

another good question!!!! so i actually couldn’t think of anything for this at all lmao so i asked @mushiewrites what they thought were some underrated fics and this is what they said!! so thank mushie for these picks <33

first is Water Works - i LOVEEE this fic omg i still reread it all the time, i Love the dialogue and banter between george and larray so much, i think i really really did it justice and made it actually sound like Them in this one. also first (and only?) time i ever wrote anything in like a pool setting that was actually a full fic so i think that’s pretty cool too :D

second is All Tied Up - i really like this one too, i love how it feels kinda unique??? like it’s nothing like anything i’ve written before, and even if certain details are basic i feel like the way i put them together in this concept makes it an interesting and unique story!! also. c’mon. how can you not love this fic. torturing poor georgie is my specialty <3 and so much room for sequels too ;)

and third is also Pretty Kitty - even tho it was in the last answer as well, i feel like it still deserves to be here too. there’s so much to love about this fic but i feel like my favorite part is how calm it feels?? like even when the actions/reactions get more intense, the vibe still stays soft and sweet and relaxed and i always love writing things like that <3

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✨ the three-fic ask game ✨

for writers who, like me, can’t ever pick just one fic to answer questions with

1. which three fics occupy your top posts? Tell me a bit about the inspiration behind them!

2. if you could choose, which three fics would you put in your top posts? why?

3. which three fics best represent your views about love / relationships?

4. which three fics best represent the kinks / kind of sex you’re into?

5. which three fics do you think should have a sequel / prequel? what do you think should precede / follow it?

6. make a sampler plate! which three fics should a first-time reader of yours read first?

7. pick three fics that were a struggle to finish. why was it so difficult to write?

8. which three fics were the easiest to write? why?

9. oops - your entire fic repository has to be permanently deleted, but you can pick three to remain. which three fics are you saving and why?

10. which three fics were you most nervous to post? why?

11. which three fics of yours are under-appreciated (whatever that means to you!)? write something lovely about each of them!

12. pick three fics that feature the same trope. what do you like most about writing that trope, and / or how did you do that trope differently in each story?

13. which three fics did you enjoy writing the most?

14. which three of your own fics do you re-read all the time? why?

15. which three fics were sleeper hits?

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hello frens. it’s been a while 😬

I was laying in bed earlier and a Very Clear scene started playing in my head, and even though I haven’t been super up for writing full blown fics lately, I knew I had to get this out. sooooo I opened up a google doc and just kind of rambled. there’s no formatting, no correct writing perspective throughout the whole thing, not a ficlet or a fic…it’s almost the way I answer asks? I don’t know. It’s a Concept for sure.

I didn’t really plan on sharing this, at least not any time soon, but @awkwardtickleetoo loved it so much ( :D ) and somehow convinced me to post it as is. so you can all thank him for being supportive, and you can all thank my brain for remaining completely unhinged to this very day <3 I hope u all enjoy!!!

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george laying in bed facedown, sapnap kneeling above him and leaning over to grip onto george’s triceps, pushing them into the mattress to hold them in place. dream straddles his hips, his hands resting against the back of george’s ribs

george is laughing already, pleading through his giggles as the ghost tickles completely take over. he swears he feels dreams fingers twitch and he shrieks. the other two laugh at him and his ears burn from the embarrassment. they tease him about how he hasn’t even been tickled yet and he’s acting this ridiculous. george can’t help it, his nerves feel like they’re on fire under dreams hands and he can’t think about anything else. even their voices sound like white noise to him. all he can think about is how bad it’s gonna tickle. until dream actually starts moving his fingers

he only squeezes twice but george is twisting his body like he’s in extreme pain, screaming out in ticklish agony as the other two watch in amusement. his reaction only further ignites their need to take george apart, and so dream decides to dig in before george can think to catch his breath. the noise he lets out makes sapnap jump back for a second, temporarily making him let go of george’s triceps and giving him the opportunity to reach back and grab onto dreams wrists. dream obviously isn’t having it and immediately breaks free, grabbing onto george’s wrists and crossing them against his lower back. this gives sapnap the opportunity to reach forward and slide his hands between george’s body and lower triceps, right where he’s most sensitive. george is kicking, screaming, pleading, and the boys are dying because sapnap hasn’t even done anything yet. he’s so dramatic and they tease him endlessly for it. they drag it out until george is practically begging sapnap to just fucking get it over with, so sapnap starts squeezing. george immediately regrets it.

this position is worse than the one he was in before somehow, probably because he’s So Close to blocking sapnap, but him pressing his arms tighter to his body is actually only keeping sapnaps hands locked there, and he absolutely Could Not lift his arms away from his body for even a second with sapnap tickling him like that. and dream makes sure he can’t anyway by pulling on them slightly to stretch george’s arms out a little more. george whines at that through his sobs. dream also decides he wants to join in on the fun, so he moves both of george’s wrists into one hand and uses the other to start squeezing above george’s right hip. this sends george into a fucking panic, kicking harder into the mattress and sending sheets flying onto the floor. sapnap starts using his thumbs to rub deep circles into the middle of george’s ribcage and george actually sees stars. his eyes are squeezed so tight there’s tears threatening to spill over, and he’s laughing so hard his chest feels like it might explode. he hears how frantic he sounds and he can’t believe the two of them are making him react like that. it just adds to the embarrassment of it all. sapnap points out how red his ears are, and they talk about how red george’s face must be as if he’s not suffering under both of them. every pinch of their fingers and scratch of their nails has him reeling further into a headspace he didn’t even know existed. he was embarrassed beyond belief and hyperaware of his reactions, but he couldn’t stop them- it tickled too fucking much to help it. somehow through everything though, he’d managed to keep his face relatively pressed into the blankets. dream and sapnap suddenly decide it’s time to change that.

so they flip him. with much protest from george obviously. it takes…a little bit of work, with george cursing them off, kicking and throwing weak punches, making dream and sapnap giggle. the threats quickly turn to begging, even bribing the two with money and expensive gifts. sapnap was almost persuaded, but ultimately decided he liked the toy he had already. george ended up on his back, his head in sapnap’s lap while his arms were trapped by his thighs. dream was on george’s waist, smirking down at him as george quickly realized he had nowhere to hide.

and i just need to take a second to just. think about george in this moment bc oh my goodness.

dream smirking down at him, with his hands fluttering inches over his tummy???? with sapnap’s thighs keeping his arms out to the side, leaving his body completely exposed? the feeling of dread flushes through george’s entire body, and his nerves are ten times more reactive because of it. his head is turned to the side with his eyes squeezed closed, but he can’t help but picture dreams hands hovering over his body anyway. i mean. they’re dreams hands. they’re gorgeous. and huge. and strong. and of course thinking about his hands only make him more nervous and giddy with all the anticipation, and he wants to open his eyes, but he Can’t. and they know he can’t. so they start telling him about how vulnerable he looks like this. how tickleable he is. george is giggling like crazy and refusing to say anything. he can’t. he is so far gone he has no idea what would even come out at this point. sapnap and dream know this too.

anyway anyway anyway.

sapnap reattaches his hands to george’s ribs, rubbing his fingertips harshly. he presses between each rib as he makes his way up under george’s arms, changing tactics by swirling his pointer fingers lightly there. and i guess that might’ve helped and might’ve let george catch his breath, but dream has other plans and decides to start tracing his fingers over george’s shirt. george’s laughter is immediately higher (i think that happens when they get his tummy sometimes tbh idk why) and of course they comment on it because Of Course they do. dream plays with the edge of george’s bellybutton and he loses it, twisting his body as much as he can. sapnap pretends to be annoyed and grips his hands around george’s ribcage, covering as much of it as he can, reaching the tips of his fingers around the back of it as his thumbs stayed over the fronts. george’s eyes fly open and he makes direct eye contact with sapnap, silently begging him not to. but sapnap takes one look at how pathetic george looks, how glassy his eyes are, and he knows george’s needs it - and even if he doesn’t, he needs to see what happens for himself.

so he digs in, rubbing all over his fingers over the middle of george’s ribcage with precision. sapnap somehow targets the weakest, most ticklish muscles between them, sending george into a wave of hysterical laughter. dream leans down and starts nibbling on the center of his lower tummy, on the soft, sensitive skin between his hips. somehow his noses brushes against the bottom of george’s bellybutton over and over and over as he does, his beard assisting in the maddening sensations. george squeezes his eyes shut so tightly he sees god.

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OMG YOUR HUNTER POST ???😭😭 im sobbing that was soso good

thank youuu thank you, much appreciated <333 i really liked the concept tbh so i just kinda got carried away and that’s what came out of it LMAO

send your thanks to the anon who sent it in too, i can always count on them for banger after banger ideas to work with 🥰

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new vid has me thinking about invisible hunters tickling dream and all he can do is listen to them make fun of him

your mind…… genius…..

the worst part is, it’s dreams idea that causes it, which only makes it more embarrassing for him.

he’s hanging out with george, sapnap, and sam one day, trying to brainstorm new ideas for manhunt that would challenge him bc he’s rusty and needs good practice, and eventually he lands on, hey, what if you guys were invisible? and the other three think it’s actually a really good idea.

so they work out the logistics, they each take their time preparing and practicing, go through a few sparring sessions to freshen up skills that leave dream either devastatingly triumphant or embarrassingly bruised and breathless, and eventually the day comes to start the challenge.

it goes well at first, a few close calls and near misses, major feats and minor setbacks, but all in all, dream thinks he has the upper hand, and the others think he’s probably right.

until sapnap’s hand jabs into his side.

he’s not exactly proud of the noise he lets out. he can’t really describe it either, somewhere between a squeal and a yelp and a grunt, both startled and immediately defensive from the fight, and he doesn’t even realize what happened until a few seconds later, when he hears george ask a question he doesn’t register but can only assume it’s “what was that?” and he feels another jab from the other side.

he jumps and grunts again, swatting aimlessly at the air while he and sapnap continue to battle, more annoyed at the distraction than anything when he mutters a bitter “stop that.”

and then, suddenly, there are hands grabbing both his sides and squeezing, and he can hear sam giggling behind him when he squeals and curls his arms to his sides, abandoning the fight at the same time as sapnap. he squirms and yells, continued protests of “no, that’s not fair, we didn’t agree to that, get off me!” making their way through, and he drops his sword in favor of pushing at the invisible hands that he can barely find.

he expects sam to stop, to giggle and let them move on with the manhunt, but he is deeply mistaken, and after a few seconds he can’t help but succumb to the feeling, collapsing back into sam’s arms and losing his balance. sam catches him, though, and gently leads him to lay on the grass below them, where he immediately latches back onto dream’s tummy and scratches there instead.

okay, maybe he’s screwed.

especially when two more sets of invisible hands join in– one grabbing his hips, the other squeezing up and down his thighs. and even more so when he feels one of them settle on his shins, keeping his legs pinned down, and the other two each grab one arm to keep out of the way while their other hands continue their tickling.

yeah he’s definitely screwed.

“noho, wahahait– wahait!” he whines, squirming and pulling at his arms, completely disoriented by not being able to see any of his attackers. “how is thihis allohohowed?!” he hears a laugh– sapnap, on his left side, so he’s the one squeezing his hips– and tries to pry his arm away. sapnap doesn’t let him, obviously, and delivered a quick jab to his underarm to make him squeal and tighten his left arm.

“there’s no rules against it,” he hears george say, and he sounds the furthest away, so he assumes george is the one straddling his legs, which is confirmed when he squeezes just above dream’s knees, a spot he knows george is explicitly familiar with on him. sam giggles again, a sweet sound that would normally make dream giddy over causing, and the hand on his tummy continues softly scratching over his shirt, making dream giggle and shake his head, whining over not being able to curl his legs up.

“thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair!” he whines, hoping they might take some pity on him. “i cahan’t evehen see yohohou guhuhuys!”

“all’s fair in love and war, baby,” sam says, leaning down to give dream a soft kiss on his forehead, flustering him even more. “we’re gonna keep going until you say we win anyway”

“nohoho wahahay!”

“suit yourself, tickle boy” sapnap replies, pinching dream’s cheek before latching both hands onto his hips, squeezing and digging into the spot above his hip bones, cooing and giggling when dream’s squirming kicked up and his laughter turned frantic.

this goes on for a while, with dream squirming and swatting aimlessly at their invisible bodies, unable to see or properly assume where he was hitting, his preoccupied mind filled with teases of “aww, poor baby can’t escape the tickles :(“, or “dreammmm, where am iiiii, where am i going neeeext?!”, or “c’mon, dreamie, just admit we win, fair and square” which dream had some very colorful protests about.

eventually, though, dream gets too tired to continue, and he knows that even if they were to continue the manhunt he wouldn’t get much further anyway, his brain sluggish and sleepy and his body wracked with leftover shockwaves of tickles and laughter, so he admits, very very reluctantly, that “okahahahay! yohohou wihihin, plehehehease, i cahan’t tahake anymohohore :(((((“

they end the challenge, each hunter returning to full visibility, and then help a giggle-tipsy dream back to their base to get him some rest, piling into the decently sized but definitely not big enough for four grown men bed in dream’s house as soon as dream requested they cuddle with him to make up for how mean they were to him <33

and if dream mumbles, in his half asleep state, that he’s definitely going to make all three of them try the same challenge after he gets a rematch, well… they can all agree they didn’t hear that unless it happens, right?

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Twinkle Toes

stumbles in covered in blood……. hi everyone

i first started writing this fic as a joke i’ll be completely honest lmao. i did Not expect to finish it, or for it to be halfway decent, OR to actually post it, OR for people to actually WANT me to post it. but here we are.

jokes aside i actually am really glad you guys are so interested in this fic, i was really worried it wasn’t right to post/no one would wanna read something like this so i appreciate your enthusiasm so so much, thank you guys <333

special thank you to @wishitweresummer for reading this one, i knew right from the start this would be right up summers alley lmao so i’m glad she ended up liking it!! and extra special thanks to @mushiewrites as always for being there through the whole process and even being the one i was joking with when i brought this fic into existence lmao

without further ado, here is the infamous pedicure fic

lee!george, kinda ler!dream???? not really tho it is entirely the nail tech lady doing the tickling lmao, 4k words

enjoy!!

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“I haven’t had a pedicure in so long, I really need to go soon…” Dream spoke quietly, thinking out loud as he skimmed through his busy phone calendar. “It’s been… almost two months, apparently.”

“Does that stuff actually, like… do anything?” George asked curiously, bringing his arm up to rest his head on top of it, leaning back against the couch and curling his legs under the throw blanket draped on his lap.

“A pedicure? I mean, yeah, definitely, it’s just fixing up your nails, really,” Dream explained, also leaning back to stay face to face with George.

“That’s all they do? Just, like, cut your nails for you?” George asked with furrowed eyebrows, still interested in the process even if he was confused about the appeal. He didn’t necessarily understand the point, but he supposed he wasn’t exactly the target demographic. Dream seemed to like it, though, so he still listened anyway.

“No, they do other things too. They, like… soak your feet and put soap and oils and salts and stuff in the water and they, like, clean and exfoliate everything and then massage you and put on lotion. Then they’d usually paint your nails if you want, but I never do that so they just put some clear shit on to finish everything off,” Dream explained, waving his hand around near the end, less sure of the actual nail polishing part than the rest of the process. “I’m sure there's more to it but that’s what I can remember.”

“Oh, that sounds… pleasant,” George replied sarcastically, a grimace on his face at the thought. His toes curled under the blanket, almost able to feel what Dream was describing– a total stranger manhandling his feet and… well, he already forgot half of what Dream said, but his point still stood.

“It is, idiot,” Dream joked, shoving George’s shoulder and making them both chuckle. “But no, it actually is really nice. It’s relaxing, at least I think so, I know some people disagree, but… I dunno, it’s refreshing, I feel like,” Dream continued, and George shook his head fondly at him, the smile on his lips discrediting any amount of disapproval he tried to convey. “You should come get one with me,” He suggested, and George scoffed incredulously.

“Uh, no, definitely not, that sounds like a terrible idea,” George replied, his stomach fluttering at the suggestion. He wasn’t as displeased as he expected to be, he was actually kind of intrigued, but he was definitely not about to admit that.

“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun! And it actually is good for you, too, from what I’ve heard,” Dream continued, his face softening as he leaned closer to George, trying to catch his eyes as he bit his lip to hold back a smile. He could tell George wanted to laugh with him, so he leaned into the silliness and reached forward to grab one of George’s legs out from under the blanket. “No, I get it, you’re probably worried about your tiny little doll feet getting hurt.”

“WH– Dream!” George yelped, leaning forward and shoving Dream away from him, but Dream just laughed and cupped his hand around George’s socked foot, squeezing it, his other hand still holding his ankle tightly. George couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity, his cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment.

“No, it’s okay, really! I’d be scared too if I had to let someone handle something as delicate as these,” Dream replied, shaking George’s foot around in the air and making him laugh even harder, throwing his head back against the couch and groaning in frustration. “I’m shocked you don’t walk with a permanent arch like Barbie.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb! Get off me!” George complained as he finally yanked his leg out of Dream’s iron grip, throwing his blanket back over his legs to protect himself and crossing his arms over his chest, slumping back into the cushions and huffing out all the built up energy in his chest, squirming in his seat. Dream gave him a few seconds to breathe, before shuffling closer, sitting cross legged facing him instead.

“It’s alright, I know how you get with this kind of thing, but I’ll be there the whole time to make sure no one does anything that you’re not okay with,” Dream said genuinely, making George smile softly at his words. Dream smiled back, tilting his head and leaning in further to finish his pitch. “Come on. We can go this weekend. My treat, that way if you hate it, you can just forget it ever happened… Deal?”

George looked at him for a few seconds, weighing his options in his head. He could never say no to Dream, especially about something he was determined to get George to do, and he couldn’t deny the curiosity and the butterflies swirling around in his tummy. He rolled his eyes, giving in and telling Dream he would try it, and he supposed it might’ve been worth it to see the victorious look on Dream’s face when he did.

Before he knew it, it was two days later, and they were pulling into the parking lot of a nail salon before he could even process what he’d gotten himself into.

He bit his lip nervously as Dream turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt, ready to walk in without a second thought. Once he noticed George’s hesitation, he paused, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” He asked kindly, voice soft so he wouldn’t add to George’s anxiety. “I was just messing with you the other day, you don’t actually have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“No, no, I’m alright. I promise,” He assured, and Dream squeezed his shoulder in understanding. “I’m just kinda nervous more than anything, I don't really… know what to expect.”

“Yeah, the first couple times can be scary. But they’ll walk you through everything as they do it.”

“I also hate people touching my feet, Dream. It’s weird– they’re gonna, like, they’re gonna get their stupid glizz on my toes or something and everything’s gonna be wet and cold and they’re gonna touch me– that’s fucking– that’s so weird, Dream, that’s weird,” George rambled, and Dream couldn’t help the laugh he let out at his wording. “What?! I’m serious!”

“No, you are not,” Dream said through his laughter, finally swinging the car door open and getting ready to step out. “Firstly, you’re being so dramatic, and secondly, do not ever say ‘glizz’ in that context ever again in your life.”

“You’re so gross. Get your mind out of the gutter!” He called as Dream closed the door behind him, rolling his eyes and reluctantly forcing himself out of the car too. He followed Dream through the door of the salon, holding it open for both of them to enter with a soft ding of the bell above the door frame.

“Good morning! How are we doing today?” The nail tech greeted warmly from behind the front desk, a slight Southern twang to her voice.

“We’re good! Uh, we’re just here for two pedicures, I called a couple days ago?” Dream explained, smiling kindly at her. “The appointment should be under George,” He finished, flashing George a smile and making him roll his eyes.

“Let’s see here… yep! Gotcha right here, right on time, you can come on back,” She continued, motioning for them to follow her to a private room past the waiting area, holding the door open for them and flicking the lights on.

The walls were painted a light brown color, with white and beige curtains lining the farthest wall covering the windows, but still letting a bit of sunlight in. There were a fair few pieces of furniture; four large leather chairs with empty water basins at the foot of them, two on either side of the room, with a table on either side and a cabinet between each pair, with a small lamp on top. The lamps were turned off, but the room was still illuminated by the warm lighting of the overhead chandelier and a set of string lights by the curtains. Other than that, there were some throw pillows on the chairs, a few shelves on the walls with different nail polish bottles, and a small desk next to the door with a large framed mirror hanging above it.

“Y’all make yourselves at home, get comfortable, I’m gonna get all my stuff together and I’ll be right back.” The nail tech said, and both boys nodded at her.

“Sounds good, thank you!” Dream replied, George tacking on a quiet ‘thank you!’ of his own, and she smiled at them before walking away, closing the door about halfway behind her.

When George turned back around, Dream was already sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, reaching down to unlace his shoes and slipping them both off, clearly familiar with the process. He looked up after a few seconds, smiling knowingly at George and leaning over to pat the other chair.

“C’mon, sit,” Dream spoke softly, coaxing him over and chuckling when George reluctantly did so, sitting on the edge as well, facing Dream.

“You really went all out, didn’t you?” George teased, leaning his shoulder against the back of the chair and tilting his head, earning another laugh from Dream.

“Not really, it wasn’t that big of a deal to ask for a room. Plus, I figured you’d want the privacy. I think it might help you relax more.”

“Yeah, I’ll be soooo relaxed while some random lady touches my feet for an hour,” George replied, clearly bashful, though his tone lacked any bite, and Dream could tell he appreciated the gesture anyway.

“Relax,” Dream said as he reached downwards, gently taking one of George’s ankles in his hand and guiding his leg up to prop his foot up on his knee.

“What are you–“

“Shh,” Dream shushed, glancing up at him just in time to see his flushed cheeks and the dumbfounded expression on his face as he started untying his shoe for him. His touch remained gentle and steady, fingers careful as they pulled at the laces, slipping it off and holding him still as he leaned over to place it on the floor next to his own. George scoffed, his toes instinctively curling at the new level of exposure, but Dream simply continued on. He pushed George’s leg back, letting it drop to the floor, before repeating the process with his other shoe. “Just chill. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Dream let his foot drop back down, breaking into giddy laughter when George just stared at him in confusion.

“Shut up! Why would– You’re such an idiot!” George complained, face flushing, sliding back against the chair and curling his legs up. He yanked his socks off and threw them on top of his shoes before crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, all while Dream laughed at him from a few feet away. He was about to protest some more when the nail tech came back into the room with an arm full of towels and a clear plastic case, closing the door behind her.

“Alright, who’s up first?” She asked, setting her supplies down on the desk. Before George could even think of an answer, Dream had already beat him to it.

“He is.”

“What?!” George asked, whipping his head around to look at Dream. “Why?!”

“Because I said so.”

“This was your idea, though!”

“Exactly, which is why you’re going first,” Dream finalized, turning his attention back to the nail tech with a smug smile on his face. “This is his first time,” He explained as she wheeled the small round chair over from under the desk, setting it in front of George’s chair and sitting down, nodding with a small laugh of her own. George scoffed at the wording, rolling his eyes and rubbing a hand through his hair.

“Ohh, I see, we’re a little nervous?” She asked, looking up at George, who shifted in his seat and looked down at the chair as he replied.

“Yeah, def– definitely a bit nervous,” He said with a laugh. He didn’t feel good about admitting that, but he didn’t want to seem rude by not answering honestly.

“Well, don’t you worry, darlin’, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She replied as she turned the faucets on the basin connected to George’s chair, letting water flow into it and testing the temperature with the tips of her fingers. “Unless you’re ticklish, then I can’t promise anything,” She finished, and George felt his stomach drop about six stories.

He hadn’t even considered that. How the fuck did he not think of that?

His eyes widened, and he glanced over at Dream, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, laughing at George’s expression. George couldn’t help but laugh too, in awe of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow and leaning on the arm of the chair. He heard the nail tech chuckle at them as well, picking his head up just in time to watch her sprinkle some salts and pour some soap into the tub, turning the water off shortly after.

“Alright, you ready, baby?” She asked cheerfully, shooting George a kind smile, and he let out a sigh to calm his own nerves.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” He replied, earning another laugh from the other two. The nail tech held out her hands, motioning for George to bring his legs closer, and gently took his ankles in her hands when he pushed them close enough, guiding him towards the basin.

He let out a soft breath when his feet touched the warm water, decently impressed by how perfectly relaxing the temperature was. For the first time that day since the car ride to the salon, he felt the tension ease from his shoulders, and thought the experience might not be as terrible as he anticipated. He leaned his head back against the chair, shifting slightly to get more comfortable as he relaxed more and more, sharing idle small talk with Dream or the nail tech whenever he was prompted.

After a while, he heard the nail tech clear her throat and begin rustling around in her bag of supplies, and he blinked his eyes open, only then realizing he had even closed them. He watched her take a few tools out, things that he couldn’t guess the names of if he tried, only recognizing the nail file and clippers out of the handful she had, and he furrowed his eyebrows as she turned her attention back to him.

“Don’t worry,” She began, reaching forward to pull his left foot out of the water, propping his heel up on the edge of the basin. “I’ll be gentle,” She assured, and George let out a shaky breath, mentally preparing himself for the worst. He glanced over at Dream, who simply smiled at him, turning towards George’s chair to keep an eye on the situation.

Then, she got to work. She began with clipping and filing his nails, then pushing back and trimming his cuticles, occasionally dipping his foot back into the water to refresh his skin for the next step.

Thankfully, that part wasn’t nearly as bad as George anticipated. There were some hiccups– for example, when he squirmed and giggled each time her nails grazed the below his toes when she switched between nails, or how he jumped and squealed when she slid over the side of his foot. Or, of course, when he yanked his foot out of her grip when she scratched down his sole in a way that definitely felt intentional even though she swore it was an accident, and he giggled so much he needed to hide his face and had to be coaxed back into position by both her and Dream. That didn’t exactly help with his embarrassment.

Despite how flustered and nervous George already was, and how much his cheeks burned at the thought of it getting any worse, he managed to tough it out when she repeated the process with his other foot, finishing off with some weird citrusy cuticle oil that he didn’t understand but had to admit smelled really, really good when she reached forward to let him smell it.

She gave him a few moments to calm himself down, which he was very grateful for, but his time was cut short when he finally felt like the warmth of his cheeks was under control.

“Okay, darlin’,” She began, looking up at George with a sweet, sympathetic look in her eyes, holding something in her hand that he couldn’t entirely see. “You’re about to really not like me anymore.”

“Why, what is it?” He asked nervously, curling his toes and pulling his feet up onto the back of the water basin, away from the nail tech. She chuckled at him, reaching forward to grab his ankles again, and he let out a giggle against his own will before she even did anything. She pulled his right foot forward, letting his left stay free to move, and then dipped whatever was in her hand into the soapy water. As she did so, George finally caught a glimpse of what it was.

A scrubbing brush.

Why the hell did he agree to this?

“Oh God,” He groaned, attempting to pull his leg back, but her grip on his ankle remained just as strong as her knowing smirk, which only made the pit in his stomach grow wider. He held onto the arms of the chair, digging his fingers into the plush leather material, biting his lip and still curling his toes anxiously. His left foot came back to rest on the edge of the basin, his leg swaying side to side, until Dream rested his palm on his knee to stop the movement, and George whipped his head around to glare at him. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” Dream replied, and George would’ve had a snarky rebuttal ready, but he suddenly felt the bristles of the brush swipe over his sole once, and his attention was immediately focused on that instead.

“Oh–“ George choked out with a gasp, clamping his lips together and squeezing his eyes shut. The brush swiped over his foot again, then again, and again, until she was properly scrubbing it clean, the soap and water only aiding the brush in sliding over his smooth skin.

George thought he was going to implode, and the look on his face sure didn’t help to hide that.

“If you need to laugh you can laugh, sweet pea,” The nail tech said kindly, drawing a muffled giggle from George as he shook his head, curling to the side and dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow, resting his arm against the chair. “Aww, look, I almost gotcha!”

“Ohohoh–“ George fought, curling up even further, contorting himself to hide as much as possible as his laughter started flowing freely, unable to keep it in any longer. Right as he did so, the brush moved back down to his heel, making him try to yank his foot back again as more raspy laughter fought its way out of him. “WHA– hahaha–!”

“There you go! I knew those giggles were in there somewhere!” She praised, letting the brush glide up to his toes, tightening her grip as she attacked the underside of them and making his entire body tense up.

“Oh myhyhy Gohohohod!” He laughed helplessly, foot flinching in her grasp as he squirmed in his seat. His left leg bounced against the edge of his chair, trying to expel any energy he possibly could, still death gripping the arm of the chair with the hand he wasn’t currently shielding his blushing face with. “Whahaha–“

“Is he always this jumpy?” She asked, directing her question to Dream, laughing along with George when he shook his head at the question.

“Oh, always,” Dream confirmed, chuckling as well.

“Fuhuhu– mmm– hmhmhm–“ George hummed against his hiding place, taking in some much needed air as the nail tech pulled the brush away and gently placed his foot back in the basin of water, still just as warm and comforting as when they first started, which made him realize that what had felt like the eternity he’d been trapped with two demons set to destroy him hadn’t really been that long at all.

“He wants to curse you out so bad right now,” Dream teased, breaking into laughter when George reached out to blindly hit him, eventually finding his leg and slapping him with so little force it was almost pitiful. Dream reached forward, letting his hand drop to the back of George’s head, scratching at his hair and cupping the back of his neck soothingly.

“Aww, that’s okay. I’m tough, I can take it,” She reassured, grabbing his left foot and pulling it towards her, making George gasp and shoot his head up to look at her. “Besides, you’re gonna need to when I do this.”

“Nonono– NOHO, SHIHIHIT!” George squealed, flinching and falling back into helpless laughter as she repeated the harrowing process on his other foot. He hid back in his arm, any attempt at concealing his laughter out the window, squirming and complaining when the other two threw coos and teases his way.

Eventually, she seemed to finish that step, as she put his foot down and discarded the brush, letting him breathe once again. He picked his head up a few moments later, in time to watch her drain the water from the basin and grab a towel, taking each foot and drying him off gently.

“Is it over now?” He practically whined, playing up his dramatics slightly, trying to gain some semblance of control back. She chuckled at that, reaching over to her supplies and pulling a small bottle of lotion out.

“Almost, baby, almost. The hardest part is over,” She reassured, and George would be lying if he said it didn’t help to calm him down. She popped open the top of the lotion bottle, dispensing a small amount into her hands and rubbing it between her palms, before taking one of George’s legs again and gently massaging his foot, as well as up and down his calf.

The rest of the experience went pretty smoothly, apart from some rogue giggles and flinching during the massage portion, his skin extra sensitive and smooth from the lotion and previous steps of the pedicure. The final step came along in no time, and she ended George’s first pedicure experience with a clear coat of polish to finish everything off.

After that, the nail tech had let Dream know it was his turn whenever he was ready. As she filled the basin in front of him with water, he already seemed to know the process quite well, and went along without a second thought. George curled up in his chair, admittedly very cozy and content to watch Dream have a turn after everything was done on his side, though he grew less and less entertained and more and more embarrassed when Dream barely had any adverse reactions to the process at all.

He made it through the nail filing and cuticle trimming without so much as a chuckle, he continued chatting with the nail tech through it. When it came to the brush, he got a little giggly, but nowhere near the level George was, he even remained completely still the entire time. Even with the massage, the same thing, next to no reaction apart from a few giggles and flinches here and there.

George was furious. And it didn’t help that Dream kept teasing him about it– about how much of a big, dramatic baby he was about the whole thing, even though George knows that’s not true.

But whatever. Who cares. They were finished, they had said their goodbyes, gone up and paid, left a generous tip for, direct quote from Dream, everything she had to deal with with George, which George found very rude. George would never have to worry about getting a pedicure ever, ever again.

Well… until they got back to the car.

“So… should I schedule again for next month?”

And who is George to say no to that?

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Any updates on the pedicure fic 🩷?

the people yearn for the pedicure fic. who am i to deny you.

i’ll post it tonight 🙄

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omg i never saw this hiiii 💕💕💕

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okay i still haven’t decided if i for sure want to post it or not but hypothetically if i wrote a fic about dnf going to get pedicures would you guys want to read it yes or no

again not totally sure if it’ll get posted (and if so idk how soon) i just kinda wanted to get an idea of how interested you guys would be in the concept, if you have any questions feel free to ask <3

also enjoy this meme i made + sent to mushie lmao

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okay i still haven’t decided if i for sure want to post it or not but hypothetically if i wrote a fic about dnf going to get pedicures would you guys want to read it yes or no

again not totally sure if it’ll get posted (and if so idk how soon) i just kinda wanted to get an idea of how interested you guys would be in the concept, if you have any questions feel free to ask <3

also enjoy this meme i made + sent to mushie lmao

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If The Shoe Fits

hello gamers 🤓

so. this fic actually has some hefty lore to it.

so me and @mushiewrites started talking like… 2 days before the face reveal or something like that, and we grew a LOT closer on face reveal day when we watched the reveal/georges vlog together and talked about it. a day or two later, he had this Brilliant idea that he posted about in this concept here, and we brainstormed about the idea the same day. it was one of our first real brainrots together, and genuinely will always hold a special place in my heart for that reason alone

we both actually started writing the same concept on a discord call together, but neither of us ever made it around to finishing it, and time went on and on until now, 2 and a half YEARS later, since i’ve started doing the few smaller fics of older concepts from 2021/22/23. mash all these factors together, and i present to you: the infamous Shoe Fic. please, hold your applause.

so, let this be a testament to mushie, and the wonderful friendship that we’ve fostered since the birth of this concept. i couldn’t be more grateful for everything they’ve done for and with me, and i hope we get to make millions of new concepts like this forever and ever <3 everyone go show mush your appreciation!!! and i hope you all enjoy the fic 🥰

lee!dream, ler!george, 1.7k words

enjoy!!

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"Dream?" George said as he knocked on the door of Dream's office that was left slightly cracked open. He pushed the door open a little more, continuing as he did so. "Are you in here?"

"Yeah," a soft voice called from inside the room. "You can come in."

George pushed the door the rest of the way open, closing it behind him as he stepped into the room and caught sight of Dream, laying on his back on the twin bed against the wall. The thin black throw blanket was draped haphazardly over his thighs, one arm behind his head while the other held his phone in front of him, and his feet– more importantly, his shoes– rested at the far end of the bed.

“I thought I told you not to put your shoes on the bed,” George reprimanded lightly, walking over to the bed and smacking the sole of Dream’s white sneaker, making him chuckle and roll his eyes playfully.

“Okay, mom,” Dream sassed, turning back to his phone as George leaned his hip against the edge of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, in true ‘mom’ fashion. “I’ll make sure to do my homework and brush my teeth before I go to bed too.”

“You’re such an idiot,” George replied with a smile, shaking his head fondly. He whacked the side of Dream’s shoe again, slipping his pointer finger through the loop of his shoelaces and lifting his foot up with it, before dropping it back down on the bed and making them both laugh. “I’m being serious. You’re gonna get the sheets all gross and dirty and germ-y.”

“Oh, germ-y, huh?” Dream teased, kicking at George’s hand, before unceremoniously turning over to lay on his stomach, crossing his ankles and returning to scrolling on his phone. “You say that like I go outside.”

“You went outside today.”

“To our driveway.”

“Which is outside,” George said, hiking one leg up to sit halfway on the edge of the bed. “And you’re gonna start going outside more now…” He continued, trailing off, the echo of ‘now that I’m here, now that we’re together’ that rattled his brain going unsaid.

“Hm…” Dream hummed in understanding, a smile forming on his lips at the thought. George was right, he actually would be going outside a lot more now, getting to explore the world with George and Sapnap, and every adventure he could possibly come up with flooded his mind at once, warming his chest from the inside out.

In his distraction, however, he failed to notice George climb the rest of the way onto the bed and swing his leg over Dream’s lower body, only snapping back to reality when he felt a weight settle on his calves, pinning his legs down with ease.

“What are you doing?” Dream asked, twisting his upper body around and propping himself up on his elbow to try to get a better view, but all he saw was the back of George’s pale blue t-shirt, still wrinkled from the journey to Florida less than a week prior, packed in a suitcase and only recently put away.

“Taking your shoes off,” George answered, tone flat as he tugged on the laces of Dream’s sneakers. Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes once more, but he let George continue.

He turned back around, resting his head on his arm and rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his knuckles as George removed one shoe and let it drop to the floor beside the bed to be picked up later. He let his eyes close, already more sleepy than he was when he first laid down in his office, comforted and relaxed by George’s presence alone.

His relaxation was interrupted by a sudden yelp as George slipped the second shoe off, when he accidentally grazed the sole of Dream’s foot with the tips of his fingers, causing him to whip his head back around and try to yank his leg away, kicking his shoe unceremoniously onto the ground.

Dream froze, realization washing over him and causing his face to heat up, waiting to see if George had caught on as well. George, also silent and frozen, very clearly had noticed, and Dream didn’t need to see his face to know the smirk on it was growing wider with each passing second.

“…What was that?” George asked, his amused tone confirming Dream’s suspicions, only making his face flush even more.

“…Nothing,” Dream replied, and the pitch of his voice indicated it was precisely anything other than nothing.

“Are you ticklish?”

“No!” He defended, curling his toes and covering the foot that George had tickled with the other one, hoping it would grant him any sort of protection. George stayed silent, and simply trailed his fingers down the sole of that foot instead, earning a sharp gasp and flinch from Dream, telling him everything he needed to know.

“Dream,” He spoke with a low voice, making Dream squirm slightly under him, antsy before anything had even happened. “You’re ticklish.”

“…Maybe,” Dream replied after a moment of silence, pushing himself up onto his hands. He twisted and turned, trying to see past George’s shoulders, but it was no use, so he dropped back down to his elbows and sighed nervously. A few more moments went by with no words or movement from either of them, longer than what seemed necessary, and Dream furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “George?”

“Hm?”

“…What are you doing?”

“Thinking.”

“…Thinking?” Dream asked, looking behind him again, and this time he saw George look over his shoulder and smile at him before turning back. “About what?” He tried, and he received no verbal response, but he felt fingers trail down the soles of both his feet instead. “Oh, fuck, George–“

“You know what,” George replied, giggling as Dream’s feet kicked and squirmed as much as they could underneath him, and he used one hand to press Dream’s ankle into the bed and the other to skitter his nails up and down the sole of his socked foot, making him groan and let out a few stray giggles, which then turned into a full blown giggle fit.

“Nohohoho, c’mohohon!” Dream whined, dropping back down onto the bed, unable to hold himself up any longer. He hid in his elbow, free hand gripping the pillow above his head, pulling it closer and shoving his face into it when he let out another undignified squeal and fell into boyish cackles as George switched to scratching over the arch of his foot. “AH– nahahahaha!”

“This is incredible,” George said, mostly to himself, and he tightened his knees around Dream’s ankles to hold them closer together, now scribbling his fingers over both feet at the same time. Dream’s laughter kicked up a notch at that, curling his toes and squirming as much as he could.

“Nahahaha, thihihis ihisn’t fahahahair!” He threw one hand behind him to blindly grab for George, fingers grazing his shirt just enough to grab onto the fabric and hold on tightly, making George chuckle at him. His fingers grazed over the sides of his feet while they danced over his soles, making him squeal and squirm even harder. “OKAHAHAY, stohop, stahahahap!”

“Are you gonna wear your shoes on the bed again?” George asked, his condescending and teasy tone only making Dream more flustered.

“Nohohoho, nohoho! I wohohon’t, I swehehear!” He caved, smacking his hand against the pillow below him and shaking his head wildly, making a mess of his curls even though George wasn’t looking.

“Good. Say you’re sorry,” George demanded, his smirk once again audible in his voice.

“Fuhuhuck OHOHOFF!”

“No, you’re gonna say ‘George, you were right, I was wrong, I’m sorry’ or I’m never gonna stop tickling you.”

“Nohoho!?” He protested, shoving his face in the pillow, butterflies swirling in his tummy at George’s assertiveness. George’s fingers wormed their way under his toes, scratching and scribbling there instead, and Dream let out another loud squeal, curling his toes uselessly but unable to throw George off. “AHAHAHA, Geohohohorge! Stahahahahap!”

“You know what you have to do.”

“OKAHAHAHAY, okahahay! Lehehet me breheheathe!” Dream pleaded, and George granted him a little bit of mercy, cupping his hands around the middle of Dream’s feet and pressing them down into the bed, making sure he couldn’t squirm to fight off the ghost tickles. Then, he curled his thumbs, tracing his nails slowly up and down Dream’s soles, still tickling but making sure Dream could speak through his laughter. “Fuhuck…” Dream took a breath, picking his head up from the pillow and resting it on his arm again. “Yohohou were rihihight, fihine, you were rihihight.”

“And?”

“And you’re stuhuhupihid,” He groaned, and George immediately dug in under his toes again, making him squeal and arch his back. “NAHAHAHA– I wahahahas wrohohong! I’m sohohohorry– I’M SOHORRYHYHY, Geohohorge, plehehehease!”

“That’s better,” George said softly, and he stopped the unbearable tickling, giving Dream a few seconds to breathe before he moved. He sat up on his knees, turning himself around to face Dream’s upper body instead, kneeling above his thighs and tapping his hip lightly, a silent instruction for him to flip over. Dream did, with an unenthusiastic groan, throwing his arms over his face as he continued to catch his breath, and George settled himself on Dream’s thighs instead. “You alright?”

“Mhm,” Dream hummed, and George could see the smile on his face. “You tired me out, though.”

“Good,” George replied smugly. Dream dropped his arms, looking up at George like he had just hung the moon, the lopsided smile left on his face making George’s heart burst. George giggled, making Dream giggle as well, giddy energy swirling through both of them in the soft atmosphere of the dimly lit room. “Your face is so dumb.”

“Yeah, you love it,” Dream teased, scrunching his nose up at George, who shook his head and rolled his eyes fondly. “I need a nap.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… and so will you,” Dream said, and suddenly his arms were around George’s waist and he was yanked down onto the bed. Before he could even process the words, he was trapped between Dream’s body and the wall behind him, one leg pinned under Dream and the other curled around him, and there were fingers digging into his sides and ribs like it was all they knew how to do. George squealed, fighting back as much as he could, but any plan he could come up with to escape was unsuccessful.

Needless to say, Dream’s forgotten shoes on the floor would stay there for quite some time.

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live cal reaction the sequel

dentist anon……ur mind………

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my goooatt omggg ❤️❤️ u deserve the world

thank you thank you 🫡 at your service soldier

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george who hates being tickled so bad and hardly thinks about it untiiiil one day dream holds him down, scribbles his sides and just wont stop. he doesnt expect dream to take it so far but as it keeps going, george feels his insides tingle and his brain slow down and he stops begging for it to stop because… maybe he doesnt want it to. then it does. just imagining george in the next few days really awkwardly begging dream to do it again bc it wont leave his brain and he craves that buzz again.

short thing lol i feel like the village crazy yelling and screeching in the cobble streets like this is so mid…

this answer fully became like. fic length. i’m not even kidding i got so carried away. this is such a good concept. i didn’t mean to write this much.

but your mind……… i’m crushing it with my bare hands

no bc now i’m thinking about it. george having very little experience with tickling, not really having any notable memories; maybe the times he does remember he looks back on very neutrally or they weren’t super positive, so he’s always just gone through life thinking he doesn’t really care for it. plus, everyone else who talks about tickling always seems to have a very strong dislike of it, so even tho he’s semi-indifferent, that’s just how he’s always thought. it doesn’t really effect him either way, so he doesn’t think much of it.

but then he moves to america.

one night, he’s talking to dream on the couch about nothing and everything, and at some point dream reaches over and jabs his fingers into his ribs (accidentally or on purpose, i haven’t decided) and george flinches and yelps, caught totally off guard by the feeling. it’s been so long since he’s been tickled, even a quick jab like that, even accidentally, it’s completely foreign to him– he didn’t even really feel anything, he just knows it shocked him.

when he looks over at dream, he’s smiling.

‘ticklish?’ he asks, and george finds his face warming, his hand reaching over to cup the spot dream poked

‘i guess so.’ he replies with a chuckle, explaining further when dream gives him a skeptical eyebrow raise. ‘no one’s ever really tickled me so i don’t really know’

‘wait, you’ve never been tickled? like, ever?’

‘hardly ever, and never properly tickled. it’s been years since anyone’s even done that much.’ dream is quiet, unmoving in a way that makes george feel like he should be worried. but again, he has no frame of reference– he doesn’t know how tickling starts, what dream might have planned. all he knows is that he hates that look dream is giving him. he furrows his eyebrows, narrows his eyes at dream. ‘…..what?’

before he knows it, dream launches himself at him, yanking him by his waist and shoving him down on the couch. dream throws his leg over him, not straddling him but very much kneeling above him to keep him down, and then latches onto george’s sides like his life depends on it.

george is… a little more than flabbergasted, to put it lightly.

for the first few seconds, he still doesn’t feel much, too shocked and confused to even comprehend that dream is tickling him, but then suddenly. he feels it. an onslaught of sensation, radiating from his core through every inch of his body, and it’s maddening. he immediately can’t take it, and the laughter that’s forced out of him is unstoppable once it starts.

he’s screaming, kicking, gasping for air between desperate laughter, shoving at dreams hands and begging him to stop, but once he has a few seconds to actually feel the horrible tickling, he realizes it’s… not actually as horrible as it seems?

he focuses on the warmth of dream’s hands. pinning him down by his torso, holding him like his hands were molded to grip his waist, fingers digging into soft skin through his shirt and making butterflies flutter up in his chest. he looks up and sees dream smiling, even laughing along with him, and he hears dream let out the occasional comment of ‘this is adorable’ or ‘i can’t believe you didn’t know you were ticklish’ or ‘wait until sapnap finds out about this’ and he can’t deny how it all starts to make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

when he grabs for dreams hands, trying anything he can in his weakened state to yank him away, dream grabs both his wrists in one hand and holds them tight, using his free hand to keep scribbling between george’s sides and tummy, and that’s the final nail in the coffin for george. he squeals, his begging switching from ‘no stop why get off stop it’ to ‘it tickles dream please!!!’, whining and squirming and pulling at his wrists but not doing much to try to escape. dream takes this as a sign that maybe he tired george out, and he doesn’t want to actually traumatize the guy, so that’s when he stops. he drops his wrists, squeezes his sides one last time, and slides back to his original spot next to george on the couch. after george recovers, they go back to normal conversation, and eventually depart to their rooms for the night.

when george goes to sleep that night, he can’t stop thinking about it. and when he wakes up the next morning. and all throughout that day. and the next. and the next after that.

every time he’s alone with dream, he wonders if he’ll do it again. he finds himself staring at dreams hands, unable to forget what they felt like on him, pulling laughter out of him with such little movement, pinning him down and handling him so easily, like it barely took any effort to put him exactly how he wanted him. when he’s alone with sapnap, he wants to ask about it. whether dream told him, if dream has ever done that to him before, if he’s ever done it to dream, you name it, he’s beyond curious about every aspect of tickling from that point on. when he’s alone it’s even worse, and he swears he can feel dream’s stupid fingers tickling him if he thinks about it hard enough– which seems to be thinking about it at all, and he’s spent a frankly embarrassing amount of time in his bed, in his office chair, biting his lip to keep himself from giggling like an idiot at the mere thought of dream tickling him.

so he works up the courage to force himself to talk to dream about it.

he finds dream in his bedroom, putting away clean clothes from the load of laundry he just did, and he lays on dreams bed, keeping him company while he finishes his task. dream talks to him here and there, but mostly they sit in silence apart from the music dream is playing through his speakers. when he’s done, he flops down onto the bed next to george, his hand immediately finding its way to george’s head to card his fingers through his soft, newly wavy hair.

he’s awkward about it, he doesn’t really know how to approach it. but he starts by bringing up what dream did, which dream hums in understanding about, and then rather bluntly blurts out that he ‘kind of, um, really liked it, i think’, which catches dream a little off guard, and thats when the blushing and rambling and stuttering starts as he tries to explain something he doesn’t even really understand himself.

lucky for him, dream understands him more than anyone else in the world, and he gets exactly what he’s saying before he even finishes.

unlucky for him, dream will also take any and every chance to tease and fluster george beyond belief, always looking for more ways to make him blushy and shy and giggly– in dream’s eyes, he may as well have just hit the lottery. so, when he lowers his voice, drops his gaze to the flushed face of his best friend who won’t meet his eyes, says ‘george…’ and watches him bite his lip, he knows he’s onto something. ‘are you asking me to tickle you again?’

who is george to say no? that’s precisely what he’s asking for.

so dream does.

and he can’t pass up the opportunity to pick george’s brain, ask how things feel, what he likes more, keep track of each and every reaction he gets from different spots and techniques, and george loves every second of it. he’s never been more grateful to have a best friend who is so kind and supportive of him, never judging him, indulging his curiosities and making it feel like it was actually an honor to tickle him nearly to tears.

after that, the rest is history.

well… until sapnap hears about it, of course <3