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Cuteeee

I'm so sorry you aren't feeling well. Maybe making some Lee!XD with Ler!OP and Ler!4K (or just one if you don't feel up to it) will make you feel better? Make sure to drink plenty of water and get rest!

Doll Face

DreamXD shows OP his "hobby" of making dolls of his friends for tickling them. He thinks it's a great idea until OP asks if XD has a doll of his own.

I got in a real tickle dolls mood after the last fic. Sadly no 4K in this one but he is mentioned.

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Making dolls might not have been a strange hobby but it wasn’t an overly common one. Still it was easy enough to explain. Making dolls based off friends for the specific purpose to voodoo them to feel tickles was not so easy to explain. DreamXD had managed to avoid explaining it and specifically just showed GeorgeHD and Sapnap4K what the dolls could do. The two loved tickling so much explaining wasn’t really needed.

XD knew he wouldn’t get off so easily just showing the dolls to OP and giving an example. He was too curious so he would ask. XD thought it best then just to tell OP his hobby right away. By giving OP a doll of his own.

“It’s so cute! This is amazing XD!”

As soon as XD showed off the doll OP was cooing and praising over the little doll the moment he saw it. He held it so gently in his hands. It was the same basic shape at the others. White body, triangular cylinder body and a round head. It had simple dot eyes but then XD made alterations to make the doll more personal. He made some feathery hair cover over the doll’s left eye and gave the doll six wings over his back. XD debating on adding the wings since the lack of OP’s own, but OP was never ashamed he lost his wings and proudly spoke on them. XD took a gamble and it paid off.

OP was admiring the wings, softly running his finger over them and giggling.

“Does it tickle?” XD asked, genuinely curious. He wasn’t sure how the wings would work with the power connecting the doll to the person.

OP nodded. “Y-Yeah... It’s like...a ghost tickle. It’s not exactly on my back but it’s still tickly.” He gave a little shudder and readjusted himself on the bed.

The two were cuddling in the early morning in the Glade when XD brought up the hobby. OP’s mood changed quickly from sleepy cuddles to excited in a split second. The sun was just past rising, coating everything in a soft yellow hue. Even with OP’s excitement, he was still cosying up to XD’s side and marvelling at the doll.

“How did you get into this hobby?” OP asked. He then grinned, turning to XD and nuzzling into the side of his cheek. “How did you discover this power?” He whispered to XD’s ear and XD giggled.

“I made the first doll for Dream. It was just a silly like thing for him to play with. I think I was teasing him once, tickling the doll and saying it would tickle him. Started to wonder if I actually could make that happen and turns out I can. Came in handy for Dream when he would act out. Then after we came to the Overworld I made more and more.”

“Have you made one for 4K?” OP asked and XD nodded. “Oh I so need that doll! But...later...” He turned the doll over in his hand gently. “Thank you for showing me.” He purred and traced on the hair over the doll’s eyes. A thought seemed to grasp him, and OP’s eye suddenly lit up with an idea.

OP quickly turned to XD. “Do you have a doll?”

The answer came before XD could even think up a response. His face flushed with a deep pink and he flustered as OP grinned.

“Can I see it?!” OP’s voice was high with delight which just made XD shrink more into the bed; but OP was a quick learner. His excitement go the better of him at times but he could pull it back in when he needed. He turned more to XD and calmed his voice. Now he was sweet and soft. He was looking at XD with his eye half-lidded and softly took XD’s hand into his own. “Please can I see it?”

XD’s heart swooned to OP’s sweet words though his face was still pink. He couldn’t look at OP without his face flushing again, so his eyes tried to look anywhere else. It really didn’t help as OP just pressed kisses into XD’s palm.

“G-Give me your doll first...”

OP giggled and happily handed his doll over. He watched it disappear with a flick of XD’s wrist and in it’s place a new doll appeared.

It was plain compared to OP’s own doll, the only unique part being an ‘XD’ over the dolls face. OP managed to keep himself calm as XD handed over the doll. He gently cradled it in his hands, looking over it gently. His fingers brushed down the doll’s side so carefully, and he watched XD shudder to the touch.

“Does that tickle?” OP teased, which made XD hide his face and nod into his hands. OP felt like he could burst with love. “Have you used this doll to tickle yourself?”

The answer was obvious, but OP was enjoying watching XD squirm and his face burn. He turned away while bringing up his second pair of hands to cover his face and the nod was so miniscule it was almost missable. But OP saw it.

It felt like his heart was overflowed with love. The feathers by OP’s eyes and ears fluffed up and he nuzzled into XD’s hands, pushing through till he could plant kiss after kiss into XD’s cheek.

“Cute! You’re so cute! You’re so cute!” OP’s voice trilled with delight.

“Kn-Knohock it ohohoff!” XD  giggled and tried to turn away more.

OP let him turn away, but when he pulled back the doll was heavy in his hand and he was suddenly reminded. OP grinned before he pressed a kiss into the side of the doll and he watched XD jolt.

XD arched his back, his hands immediately going to his side and rubbing into it as he would when he was trying to work through ghost tickles.

“Did you feel that?” OP purred, though of course he knew the answer. “What did it feel like? Just a small kiss on your side? Or a huge kiss?”

“Ihihit...mmm.” XD’s hands finally stilled. “I-It felt like...like tiny kisses all up and down my sides.”

That was surprising. Even more so by the fact it looked like it caught XD off guard too. “Oooh...” OP’s voice was half way between a taunt and genuine interest. “And you didn’t design it like that?”

“N-No. I never—H-HEhehey!”

OP had kissed the doll again, this time over the front and it seems the tickly kisses focused right on XD’s stomach, judging by the way he wrapped his arms around himself and curled up.

“Plehehease! St-Stohohohop!”

“Now why would I ever do that?” OP’s lips muffled into doll’s tummy and he grinned watching XD shudder and giggle from the tickles it transferred over. “If you won’t accept my kisses, then your little doll will be happy to take them.”

“I’ll accept thehehem! I wihihill! Please! Mercy!”

Still giggling and laughing, XD did his best to crawl over to OP and try to pry the doll from his hands. It of course didn’t work, and OP was happy to cuddle XD into himself and keep giving tickly kisses all over the doll. His only weakness was that XD was just too cute when he was tickled, and his focus slowly weaned off the doll and found it’s way to XD.

While OP was showering XD with kisses, the End God could slyly get his doll back and disappear it. A small thought of revenge crossed through XD’s mind, but they melted away when OP’s lips pressed against his own and he was immediately entrapped.

Maybe in the future he’d show off the doll again, but for now, they kissed.

[wishitweresummer]

YAYYYYY thank you!!!!!!

This is so cute and I love it 🥹🥹

Hi!!! I have a request!!!

Remember the Ticklish Dolls? I just think it’s so tragic that Sapnap never met one of his own!!! 💜💜💜 And personally I would love if one or both of the other boys was there to watch him be introduced!

A Fair Shake

Dream and George beg DreamXD for a tickle doll of Sapnap and are overjoyed to get it. They have to plan out their attack carefully to make sure they get the most out of this.

Dream and George had gone to DreamXD with the plans to beg and plead, on their knees if needed, for XD to make a doll of Sapnap. They were shocked but ecstatic to find XD already had one made for him. XD handed the doll over, made the boys swear they wouldn’t go overboard and they were off.

The plan was simple enough it never roused suspicion. The Dream Team had gone so long without an adventure so Sapnap was all too happy to join them.

Dream had the doll in his pocket as they walked through the birch forest. He was walking slow, trying to be so careful to not “activate” the doll before it was time. XD had explained the doll was only going to feel soft actions. If they dropped it, hit or stepped on it, Sapnap would feel nothing. The only feelings the doll could transfer was tickling.

Dream and George were watching Sapnap like a hawk, but so far everything was normal. When they got further into the forest the trees thinned and they came to a large ravine with water separating them from the other side.

“I think there’s a cave down there?” Sapnap pointed to a small hole in the side of the ravine.

Dream and George looked to each other and Dream spoke. “We always go in caves. Let’s try get to the top of the mountain over there. Maybe we can spot something interesting.”

The mountain was on the other side of the ravine but not that far off. It lay just beyond a taiga forest. Sapnap didn’t seem thrilled by the idea, but he agreed. They built a small bridge over the ravine and made their way through the forest. The mountain was actually a flower meadow. The closer the boys got to it, the more blue the mountain became and they realised it was covered in cornflowers.

By the time the three had made it up to the top of the mountain, the boys were entranced to the sight they decided to rest at the flat top. Perfect.

George and Dream shared a look. Dream reached into his pocket for the doll and George walked to Sapnap.

“Sapnap! How many arrows do you have?” George asked innocently.

Dream sat himself down by the flowers and peeked into his pocket. The little white doll was the same shape as the others, but there was an outline of a headband on it’s forehead and fangs where the mouth would be. Dream could admit it was adorable. He looked back up to the two, waiting for the right moment.

“I haaaave...” Sapnap’s voice faded out as he looked in his inventory. “Aboooout... Forty?”

“Split some with me. I only brought ten.”

“Ten?! Why did you make so little?!” Sapnap was distracted sorting out his inventory and Dream used the time to strike.

It wouldn’t be unusual for Dream to slip both his hands into his pockets. Both his hands got a hold of the doll and he tried to feel it out before he poked his finger into the doll’s body.

Sapnap’s body jerked just a little. Enough to tell Dream it absolutely worked. It was only a small poke, and Sapnap brushed it off as some random ghostly feeling. He went back to his task and Dream turned the doll just a little to poke into it’s side and wiggle his finger in.

It was more than a jump now. Sapnap jerked again and he wiggled as through trying to work himself away from the tickling. But there was nothing to escape from.

“What’s wrong, Sapnap?” George asked innocently enough.

“N-Nothing.” Sapnap held his voice together, with just the faintest giggles. He reached to his side that tickled, patting it down and Dream stopped. He shook the feeling off and carried on. He pulled out a few arrows, counting them out and Dream poked the doll again. It was on the other side and a bit higher up.

Sapnap jumped again, this time failing to hold back his laughs. His hand patted at his armpit and he sputtered and laughed.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” George asked again but this time he couldn’t hide his smile.

“N-Nuhuhu... S-Sohohomething is ti-tic-tihihickling mehehehe!” He laughed and wiggled away. Dream kept the tickling going just a bit longer. “My armpit! S-Sohomething’s tickling me there!”

“Your armpit? Let me see.” George grabbed Sapnap’s left arm and pulled it up over his head.

Usually Sapnap was the strongest of them, but from the tickling and surprise, his arm was easily pulled and George grabbed a handful of Sapnap’s top to pull it up.

“NO! GEOOORGE! AA-AHA! Not-Not that! Dohohon’t do thahat!”

Of course there was nothing there tickling him though George gave a hum and continued to pretend to look. Dream moved his finger around, still tickling but now softly scratching his nail to the front of the doll.

“NAAAHAHAAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! M-M-My-My stohomach! It—! Eeehhehe! It on my-my bellyyy...!”

“You’re stomach now? Fine, let’s see.” George sighed like it was such a hassle, all the while his grin was growing. He pull Sapnap to lie down and tried to pull up his top, but with his arms free Sapnap was trying everything to cover his stomach from these ghostly tickles.

He was in a mix of throwing his head back in a deep laugh, to curling up and giggling. His arms wrapped around his stomach but there was nothing to block. “Stop! STOP! Wha-ahaha! What-What’s tihihickling mehe!”

Despite the laughing squeezing his eyes shut, Sapnap tried his best to open them and look for whatever force was torturing him. But just as he opened his eyes he caught sight of Dream. Sat a few feet away, hands in his pockets and smiling.

“Wh-Whahat do you hahave?!”

It was rather easy to put two and two together and Dream wasn’t exactly hiding it. Still he jumped slightly and stopped tickling for just a moment. Just enough time for Sapnap to regain his strength and conclude Dream was behind it.

“You!”

Sapnap was quickly up and sprinted towards Dream before George could grab him. Dream’s panic fed into adrenaline. He was up on his feet, his hands out of his pockets and held up in a plea of peace; but Sapnap continued on.

“Dream! Throw it!”

Dream took his eyes off Sapnap for a moment to George behind him. Quickly he reached into his pocket for the doll and tossed it.

Sapnap stumbled for a second, trying to decide in a split second if he wanted to carry on for Dream or make a grab for the doll. He decided to go for the doll just a second too late, missing as it sailed over his head and George jumped to grab it.

Sapnap tried to quickly turn, but as soon as George had a hold of the doll, he started tickling. He squeezed the doll’s sides and Sapnap folded. Howls of laughter shook through his body. His hands grabbed his sides and his stomach, anywhere George was tickling the doll, but it did nothing to help him.

“Does it tickle Sapnap? Does it tickle?” George taunted, his voice almost shrill from the glee. Instead of madly tickling he focused on the back of the doll, running his nail up and down it and watching with glee as Sapnap arched his back and laughed. “You’re just so tickly! I’m barely even tickling the doll!”

Dream couldn’t help but laugh as his heart swelled. Sapnap laughter was too cute, always broken up by squeaky giggles as he tried to talk and plead. His body would be in a war with itself, fighting to hide himself from laughing so openly while also trying to protect himself from the tickling. But there was nothing he could do to protect himself here. And rather than curl away, Sapnap pushed through the laughter and began to stand up.

Danger wasn’t even a possible thought in Dream’s head until he saw Sapnap glare at him through his giggling. He made the wrong judgement that surely Sapnap couldn’t do anything when he was being tickled, and yet the demon quickly lunged for Dream, tackling him onto the ground.

Blue petals and yellow pollen fluttered around them as they crashed into the flowers. Dream groaned but before he could push himself up, Sapnap’s hands dug under his hoodie and he began scribbling up and down Dream’s stomach and ribs.

“W-WHAAHAHA! Waha-WAIT! Ah...aahahahaha! S-Stohohop! STOP!”

“Geehehet him to stop!” Sapnap grunted through his laughs, though his own tickling seemed to have lessened. “S-Stohohop him!”

“Ihihihi cahan’t! I-I...GEORGE!” Dream sputtered and giggled while he tried and failed to push Sapnap’s hands off him. His one thing going for him was Sapnap wasn’t just focusing on his worst spot. His hands roamed, tickling and teasing over his stomach, ribs and sides. While it made Dream jump and squeak every time the hands roamed, at least he could still form words. “GEORGE! Stop!”

The tickling lessened slightly. Sapnap’s laughs went quiet, though he didn’t stop his tickling over Dream. George held the doll in one hand, his finger over the doll’s front and slowly moving up and down. He watched the two warily, but his lips still turned up in a smile and he was biting back giggles. The look in his eye was not the look of a man about to stop, but it was the mischievous glint of seeing how far he could push it.

“Why should I?” George asked, and his tickling got faster.

Sapnap barked a laugh, which made the his hands tickle Dream faster.

“G-GEOHORGE! PLEASE! He-Hehehe’s tickling mehehehe!”

“That seems perfect for me. Both of you getting tickled?”

The doll turned over on it’s side in George’s hand. George’s grin was downright vicious as he slowly moved his finger to the base of the doll and then quickly tickled.

Judging by the way Sapnap kicked his legs, the tickling got at his feet. He squealed out a scream and fell off Dream. Before Dream could use that distraction to escape, Sapnap grabbed his shoulders and he was pulled; his back against Sapnap’s chest. One arm wrapped around his shoulder and legs crossed around his own. The other hand quickly pulled up his hoodie and dug into tickling his belly with no remorse.

Sapnap’s feet were still being tickled. He laughed behind Dream’s neck, but Dream harmonised with his own laughter. High pitched, wheezy laughter as Sapnap’s hands kneaded under his bellybutton, scratched up and around his tummy and vibrated his fingers into the tickly flesh.

“STOOHOHOHOP STOP! N-NOHOHO! Y-YOU...AAAHAHAHAHA! THAT TICKLES THAT TICKLES!”

“Tel-EEHEHE! AAHA! TELL HIM TO STOHOHOHOP!”

Dream couldn’t even tell him if he wanted now. George must have tickled Sapnap harder because the demon slipped his other hand under Dream’s arm. Tickling his armpits as well as tickling harder over his belly. The only sounds Dream could make were hysterical laughing and desperate wheezing.

“I don’t have to stop!” George squealed happily. With both of his friends focused on each other, he felt safe enough to come closer. “Awww! You two are so cute! So tickly together! I wish I had your doll too Dream! Then I could-H-Hey!”

“That is quite enough.”

The tickling suddenly stopped and Sapnap’s arms fell limp. He was giggly panting as Dream rolled out of his arms and blinked through the tears to gather what had gone on.

He knew he heard XD’s voice. The God was floating just a bit above them, holding Sapnap’s doll they had clearly plucked from George’s grasp. Their mask was on, hiding their expression but Dream could hear the disapproval in their words.

“I warned you both not to go overboard.” XD spoke.

“It wasn’t overboard!” George quickly defended them. “He’s fine! He tickles us for much longer.”

“Tickling with the doll is different. He can fight back if you tickle him. With the doll he’s more helpless.”

Dream slowly pushed himself up to stand. His legs were wobbly but he was standing better than Sapnap who could barely get himself to his knees. Dream moved to shuffle over and  help him, but XD beat him to it.

XD gently came down beside Sapnap and slowly pulled him to stand. He was unsteady but XD helped balance him and slightly leaned down to speak with him. “Sapnap. Would you like Dream and George’s dolls now? Or take revenge later?”

“Wh-WHAT?!” Dream yelped.

“We never agreed to that!” George franticly said.

“I assumed you two would be aware that would happen.” XD spoke so casually. “Did you think I would just let you have Sapnap’s doll and not offer him the same?”

Of course they had expected that, but saying it out loud was bad for them in that moment. They could only silently pray Sapnap was merciful and would take his time before revenge. That would give them both enough time to beg for forgiveness.

“Now.”

It seems their prayers were unanswered.

“Perfect!” XD sounded almost gleeful as he summoned Dream and George’s little dolls. He handed them over to Sapnap before the two had time to bed. “And since it is two against one, I will help keep them out your way.”

XD took one long step, and scooped up George into his arms. George screamed and began kicking and struggling as hard as he could. It meant nothing and XD took another step and grabbed up Dream in his other arms.

“STOP! Let me down! S-Sapnap! I was going to stop!” George pleaded.

“It was George that tickled you the most!” Dream said, earning a squeal of “TRAITOR” from George but he was fighting for his life at that moment. He knew it was useless to fight against XD’s arms, so he had to plead to Sapnap’s mercy.

“Don’t worry. You’ll both get your fair share.” Sapnap grinned and sat down.

The one mercy Dream thought was that Sapnap would have to tickle each doll one at a time, or awkwardly tickle and hold them as the same time. He did not account for the fact that Sapnap had a tail. Dream watched as Sapnap brought his tail up, and slowly handed Dream’s doll to it. The tail gently wrapped around the doll and Dream could feel the soft fur brushing against his sides and giggled. It turned into deep laughter as the fluffy end of Sapnap’s tail brushed the base of the doll and Dream’s feet were tickled.

George’s doll was left to fully focus on, and Sapnap immediately took advantage of it by tickling both side of the doll.

With XD there supervising they knew the tickling would not go for too long, but that comfort was nothing when they were both driven to hysterics and unable to even struggle. Dream had the slim though that maybe asking for the doll wasn’t worth it. But at the same time, he couldn’t wait to do it all again.

[wishitweresummer]

Let’s fucking GOOOOOOOO

Writing a dream team tickle fic (thanks to @wishitweresummer suggestion) and it feels so fun to write for them. Gods always my fave but a classic dream team tickle fic cannot be beat

[wishitweresummer]

Cuteee

Please can you write something with HD and 4K, as they’ve just started dating and 4k if finding out the ways he can tickle HD to make him blush the most 🤍

Just A Little Help

GeorgeHD and Sapnap4K take a date to the Nether. Of course it always leads to tickling.

When GeorgeHD confessed to Sapnap4K he never really put much thought into what the Nether God would be like in an actual relationship. HD kind of saw it playing out as the same, only there would be more kisses and cuddles. Turns out the Nether God was actually a romantic.

Not only was 4K affectionate, he went above and beyond for HD. Whether it was with gifts or dates. He literally swept HD off his feet and showered him in love and praise and so many fond memories that couldn’t be replicated.

HD tried to always keep himself humble, but even he couldn’t help but easily fall for such a romantic courting.

4K’s date today was in the Nether; deep into the Nether. The Nether Realm was one of the worst realms effected by the Warden War. It was still torn apart and some bastions and fortresses never fully recovered, but it meant there was a lot of places deserted. Enough for a small amount of privacy.

4K picked up HD and the two teleported to a completely empty spot in the Nether. They walked to the edge of the netherrack and looked out to a sea of lava. Making a blackstone walkway, 4K lead HD over the lava lake and onto a small island. The  island was flat, tiny with a small hill though it was barely more than just a bump. The netherrack was covered in blueish warped forest grass and there was a blanket laid out over it with a basket full of treats and sweets and 4K had of course made himself.

HD swooned instantly. He laid down by 4K, enjoying eating all the sweets he had made for them, then the two lounged over the blanket.

4K moved the blanket slightly so they were closer to the hill, where he could lean back on. HD laid between 4K’s legs, leaning back so he was resting his head over 4K’s stomach. The distant fog of the Nether gathered above, clouding the glowstones enough were they were just little lights in the distance. They almost looked like stars.

“This place is beautiful.” HD spoke softly. 4K had some of his fingers playing with his hair, twirling a few strands around his fingers. “I had never really spent much time in the Nether. I didn’t realise how pretty some places were.”

“Not many people take the time to see the beauty in the Nether. Even its own inhabitants.” 4K purred, completely relaxed. His hand playing in HD’s hair scratched to his neck. He leaned down, pressing a kiss into HD’s hair before he pulled the Overworld God up just a bit, and kissed into his neck.

The beard tickled instantly which HD tried to ignore. But when the kisses came again and again, it was hard to stop the giggling and scrunching up his shoulder.

“That-That tihickles!” Even despite trying to protect his neck, 4K was too stubborn. He gave a few more kisses before finally pulling back to speak.

“You love being tickled though.” 4K purred right by HD’s ear, and giggled when he watched it twitch.

“M-Muhust you tickle me at ehevery moment?”

4K hummed in thought, right into HD’s ear which just made them giggle and try to curl up. “No. I suppose not. I don’t have to.”

HD’s eyebrow rose, because it was not the tone of someone admitting defeat. 4K sounded delighted.

“You love being tickled so much. So much you have the power to tickle yourself. Prime blessed you with your oh so helpful helper hands that can tickle you whenever you want. Like riiiight now~”

A deep blush painted HD’s cheeks and down to his chest. He scoffed, about to announce how ridiculous that was, when one of his helper hands did spawn and HD flustered.

4K chuckled which did not help HD blush at all. He sputtered his words, eyes on the ethereal hand that just came without his call. It wasn’t out of his control, HD could connect to it but it was...strange. HD knew his hands could move on his subconscious level. In the past this had been a problem to get them under control and now when they moved to their own tasks HD was at least aware of it. This was completely by surprise.

The hand moved forward just slightly, and HD yelped. 4K laughed and carried on. “Look how much you want tickled, Starlight. How wonderful you have a power that lets you be tickled wheneeeeever you want.”

The helper hand inched ever closer to HD’s tummy and HD tried to raise his arms in protection, but 4K already had pinned to his side. In the time HD looked down to his arms and back up, the hand reached his stomach and started tickling.

“Ah-! AAAHAhahaha! N-NAahaha! S-Stooop!” It was a soft tickling, just barely scratching over his top, making his skin tingle.

“It’s not me, Starlight. You’re tickling yourself. Because you love to be tickled.”

HD shook his head but it was hard to deny it when the hand carried on it’s tickling, and HD never sent it away. He absolutely could and the command for it was right there, ready to send. But...

“Let’s see if we can give your hands more spots to try.”

HD’s wrists were grabbed and his arms pulled up. He wheezed, sputtered and pleaded, but the hand never disappeared and with more space to work with it slowly skittered up to HD’s ribs, playfully kneading each one and then softly scratched in his armpit.

With the hand carrying on, tickling any space it deemed needed a good tickling, and 4K cooing softly in his ear, HD was putty in 4K’s hands. The Nether God barely had to hold him down, HD just melted into his chest, letting the hand tickle him and not even kicking up a fuss when 4K joined in, just giving gentle kneading into HD’s ribs.

He laughed and giggled. A kiss pressed to the side of his face and HD’s heart swelled with love. He just stretched out in 4K’s arms, and giggled in pure bliss when 4K purred and kissed him again.

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Can’t believe I popped back into activity to find a lee!gogy coven fic

Little Red and White Spots

George takes time alone to reflect until Dream comes along. They have a hard talk until Dream wants to find out if George's little secret is still as ticklish as he remembers.

WARNING: This fic very obviously implies abuse from parental figures. Nothing bad is outright stated or described, but the implication is there. Keep safe, avoid if you need to.

It all kicks off now

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George sat at his bedroom door and never felt more like a child. Uncomfortable memories flooded in of sitting in front of his childhood bedroom, trying and failing to keep out his parents. Adoptive parents. They would eventually barge in, as his child strength was no match against two adults, and he’d be dragged out to put on a show of just how normal he was to all the neighbours.

He never invested in a lock because he was too young and his parents wouldn’t allow it. Then when he was old enough he left with Sapnap and Dream as soon as he could. He never had a need for a lock until now. Now he was overwhelmed with that same feeling of craving safety and keeping the world out.

When he was anxious, his skin would itch. It was only as he was in the safety of his room George slowly removed the wraps from his arms, exposing the red patches of skin with white spots sprinkled on them.

George looked at the markings, a well of emotions bubbling up and confusing him. Shame and frustration playing tug of war. Whenever he caught a glimpse of red he wanted to pull on the wraps again, but his skin felt like it was burning.

A horrible silence was over the cottage; one George didn’t know if he could trust. He had no idea if Dream had come back in from his talk with XD. Or if they both came back. Or if their weird friend came back and all three of them were just having a talk without him.

The answer came from a light knock on the door. It wasn’t loud by any means but it was sudden and caused George to jump. His face flushed and heart raced as Dream spoke.

“George. XD’s gone.”

A few long seconds passed before George realised he should respond. “O-Okay…”

He waited for the sound of Dream stepping away but it never came. Instead his voice came again. “You don’t need to sit by the door… I won’t come in if you don’t want me to.”

George could feel his face turn red from being caught. Of course, Dream would know him so well. Dream was the first one George had ever told of his times against the door. Praying for just a night of uninterrupted sleep and deathly afraid whenever he heard the slightest noise in the house.

“I know!” George snapped back. It wasn’t anger he was feeling but it was easier to convey that then work through the mess of emotions in his heart.

“I’ll go if you want…” Dream’s voice was small. Hurt but trying to hide it. It tore at George’s heart.

“No!” He called back through the door. “You don’t need to leave.”

“Well I’ll just stay out here. I’ll be in the living room. We don’t have to talk.”

George waited for the sound of Dream walking away, before he realised he didn’t want that. “M-Maybe I want to talk…”

There was a moment of silence before Dream spoke again. “Do you?”

“I don’t know…” George’s voice verged on a growl. Frustrated with himself that he couldn’t figure out his own feelings. He felt just as weak and helpless as he did when he was a child.

But this was different. Because Dream would listen to him.

“I think I do.” George finally decided.

He heard the shuffling of Dream sitting down by the other side of the door and then Dream said. “Alright. We can talk. What do you want to talk about?”

A nagging horrid part of George told him to be quiet and to send Dream away, but the question had been on his mind and refused to shift.

“Why did that God look like me?”

He didn’t receive an answer, which was to be expected. It would be too much to expect Dream to know but the sliver of doubt that told him to be quiet also filled his head with horrible thoughts that Dream was somehow in on it.

Eventually Dream sighed. “I… I don’t know, George.”

“That was the God you told me about. The God you mentioned XD had taken you to. Why didn’t you tell me he looked like me?”

“Cause I wasn’t sure he did.”

That was a lie. The Dream Team were as close as three souls could be without sharing the same body. George could draw each of their faces perfectly in his sleep and Dream could do the same. There was no doubt Dream knew.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I just…” Dream sighed to steady his breathing. “It wasn’t a lie. I knew you two looked similar but I couldn’t be sure you looked the same.”

“You didn’t think to mention that?”

“At the time I was just too happy I was back home. Back to you. By the time I remembered their face, XD not long showed up and wanted to chat and I was worrying over that.”

In a calmer state George would have understood. Dream had been stressing every day leading up to today. He was hardly sleeping and when he was it wasn’t for long. George wanted to understand but his mind refused to see anything clearly.

“Or you didn’t want me to know. Cause you wanted to see how I’d react when we met.” George coldly accused.

“I had no idea they’d be here! HD showing up was a surprise!”

HD. The name rang dead in George’s head.

“George?”

George snapped out of his thoughts, realising he’d been quiet for too long. “I’m still here…”

“This would be easier to talk if we could see each other.”

“Maybe…”

There was silence again.

“Can I come in?” Dream asked softly.

George shrugged to himself. “I guess…”

Rather than get up, George shuffled himself to the wall beside the door instead and drew his knees up to his chest while Dream walked in. He pushed the door open slowly, like he still expected some resistance. Then when he realised George had moved, he came in, slowly closed the door and settled himself in beside George by the wall.

Despite what Dream thought, it seemed more awkward to talk now. George kept his eyes down, focused on the carpet under him while Dream asked. “Did you recognise him?”

The question shifted uncomfortably in George’s head, the same way the name did. “No… Not really.”

“What do you mean?” Dream asked softly.

“He looks like me. Of course I would think I’d seen him before.”

“Are you sure that’s all?”

George’s shoulders winced. “I want to talk about something else.”

Silence fell between the two again. George wished he would have listened to that nagging in him, telling him to keep quiet and not ask questions. Things were better when he didn’t know HD existed.

“Can I ask a question?” Dream broke the silence. George gave him a wary look and he explained himself. “It’s not about what happened. I promise.”

George still gave him a wary look but he nodded and allowed it.

“Why are the wraps off your arms? Do they hurt?”

Dream had been one of the few in George’s life to know of his marks. He’d been one of the few who would be allowed to ask that question. But even still George had to fight back the bite in his voice and gave a quick shrug.

“I dunno…” He lied.

“You just… you always try and hide them. I just wondered if it was something that happened to make you…”

“You want to know if it’s from meeting HD.”

Dream was quickly defensive. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. It was obvious!”

The marks over George’s arms was never a topic he allowed to be discussed for long. And that’s because his adoptive parents never allowed it. It was drilled into him to be unthinkable to mention.

“No-one will want to hang out with you. They’ll think you’ve got a disease.”

“Of course your arms are weird. They’re not normal to humans.”

The cruel words of his adoptive parents still rang in his head whenever he looked at his arms. George couldn’t remember much of his time before he was adopted. His earliest memory was being tired, kept awake for hours so the mushroom blush on his cheeks would be faded enough and his arms being wrapped up out of sight. When he asked about his marks they said he was a mooshroom hybrid.

But then why did he have to hide his marks? Hybrids were common, even in the village they lived in, so why did he need to cover up?

Their shame stuck deep in George, even when they were gone. But Dream had never looked at George with shame. When George felt brave enough to show his markings to Dream and Sapnap neither showed any sign of disgust. They were wowed and understandably curious. It made him feel normal.

“I always liked your arms…” Dream mumbled from the silence.  George gave a glance over to see Dream look unusually meek. “They’re unique.”

They’re gross. George’s natural reaction was to say that, but he swallowed it back down. That was his parents words. Not his. He didn’t really know how he felt about his arms, he was always just told. They were an inconvenience to him, but only because he let them be.

“Are they still ticklish?”

A tingle ran through George’s arms, and not the usual from his self doubt. He looked over to Dream, eyes widened at the smirk the blonde was giving him.

“No!” George’s voice came out in a yip, which brought a blush up to his cheeks. He tried to subtly shift away but Dream moved suddenly and it sent George into a panic. He tried to quickly get up and run but Dream grabbed his thigh and squeezed.

George fell with a half laugh, half yell. He was on his side, looking up to Dream as his friend leaned over him. “S-Stop!”

“If you just answer me, I will.” Dream shrugged as he slowly made his way forward.

“I did! Thehey’re nohot!”

“You’re lyiiiiiing~”

George whined, growing louder and louder the more Dream loomed over him. “Gehet off!”

It was not a good idea to push Dream away with the limbs he was currently targeting but George didn’t really think of that at the time. He pushed his arm up against Dream’s chest, trying to shove the blonde away from him. He did not expect it to really work but Dream was pushed back further than he should have been, then Dream ducked his head down and blew a raspberry right over and red and white patch over the arm pushing him.

George shrieked and jumped. He pulled his arm away and tried to crawl out from under Dream, but Dream just grabbed his sides, tickling and pulling him back. “Oh no no no~” He teased.

“Stop! AA-aha! Stohop! Not the ri-IHIhihiHibs!”

Dream’s fingers scribbled up and down George’s ribs. George writhed and struggled, trying to twist himself away but it left his arms vulnerable. His arms were trying to protect his ribs, but what was protecting his arms?

When George was laughing and frenzied enough, Dream grabbed one of his arms and pinned it down. He leaned down, blowing another raspberry over the mushroom patches, but also nibbled and rubbed his beard up and down the sensitive skin. His other hand tickled in George’s armpit.

George kicked his legs, throwing his head back in a deep laugh. His free arm hit into Dream’s shoulder and pushed at his head, but the blonde menace was not moving. His fangs scrapped over George’s skin. It tickled so madly, the shockwave through his skin almost felt fuzzy. Like it was tickling him from the inside. A particularly overly ticklish raspberry right near his elbow made George twist his body, sending a knee into Dream’s side and pushing.

Dream was caught off guard and tried to hold strong, but George got just the right angle to really dig in at his ribs and it went from annoying to hurting real quick. He let himself be kicked back and let go of the arm, but when George tried to scramble away again he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.

“Don’t! Dohon’t!” George giggled. He hugged his arms in close to his chest, but it was impossible to protect them both.

“I’m not even doing anything!” Dream laughed. He let go of George’s ankle, but kept his hand on George’s thigh.

“You’re-You’re going to!” George squeaked. He thought of escape, but knew if he didn’t  have a right plan he was as good as caught. “Leave my arms a-ahalone!”

“Do you think your arms are sensitive because of the red and white patches? Or because you keep them wrapped up all the time?” Dream grinned. The sight of those canine fangs made George squeal again, and turned his arms away.

“They’re not sensitive!”

“No? You’re just hiding them because you want to?”

George huffed and folded his arms under himself. It arched his back awkwardly but his arms were safe from any attack.

“Well... That’s no help to you.” Dream tilted his head. He grinned again, his hands forming into claw shapes and he tickled George’s outstretched ribs. “You’re just presenting your ribs to me.”

“S-Stohop! STOP!” George wiggled side to side but it didn’t help him. He still refused to uncover his arms, but his laughs hiccuped with desperation. “Thahat tihickles!”

“Well duh! I’m tickling you.” Dream snorted. His skittering fingers moved down and curled around, getting the back of George’s ribs. “Coochie coochie coo~”

“St-ohop! AH!” George gasped, arched his back and wiggling as the tickling continued. “Ple-ehase! He...ehehaha! Not-Not thehehere!”

“Yes there. And I’m going to keep tickling you there until you show your arms again.”

“Thehen you’ll t-tickle my ahaharms!”

“Maybe.” Dream shrugged. “But you’ll never know. And I’ll just keep tickling these ribs until you show them.”

“The... Th-Thehere weheird!”

Dream’s hands slowed, and his voice came out softer. “No they’re not...”

The tickling didn’t stop, but Dream’s hand slowed enough where George wasn’t giggling. A tense mood descended in the room.

“My...” George’s voice was small. “My parents said...”

“I don’t care what your parents said!” Dream’s voice was rough but never snapped. At least not at George. He still realised his tone was harsh, and he pulled his hands back. “S-Sorry...”

“No. It’s fine.”

It was fine, though some ugly emotion in George’s heart told him it shouldn’t be. He probably should have felt offence for the people who raised him, but he couldn’t. When George had been told the news his parents had passed away, his response was nothing more than a “huh”. He returned home and buried them – he owed them that much respect at least – but even as the burden of them was gone, their words stuck with him like shrapnel lodged into his heart.

Dream climbed off George and George slowly pushed himself to sit up. The red and white patches came into view again and he couldn’t help the wince his body gave.

“I didn’t realise you still hated them so much.” Dream’s voice was soft like an apology.

“I don’t hate them I just... I don’t know.” George shrugged. “It’s just hard to not hear their words or remember their sneers to them.”

“Me and Sapnap always loved them.” Dream offered hopefully. A small smile grew on his lips, that George couldn’t help but smile at as well.

“That doesn’t count.” He snorted. “Sap’s a demon. You got...those.” He pointed to Dream’s ears.

“Uh! Excuse you! Everyone loves these ears.” Dream made a show of wiggling the large ears. George laughed then. “And well... Yeah we’ve had people look at us strangely but we’re no stranger than most people in this world. Your marks aren’t out of the ordinary from any mooshroom hybrid. It’s just your parents weird...whatever it was.”

Whatever issue they had, it was buried with them.

“Do you want to wrap them up again?” Dream softly offered, pulling George from his thoughts. “I’ll help if you do.”

George managed to look down, staring at the marks without cringing for a few seconds more. “I... I don’t know... No.” He looked away and and folded his arms around himself. “I just feel weird today.”

“I really didn’t know HD would be here. But I am sorry...”

The offer was genuine and touched George’s heart. It cleared his cloudy thoughts for a moment. Enough to work through the jagged thoughts of the God.

“I honestly don’t know how to describe it. My head is telling me I don’t remember HD at all. But there’s something that does. Just a feeling. When I look at them it’s like I should know them. But my mind says I don’t. But he looks like me! Like how you and XD look so I think... I have to...”

Dream listened silently, not daring to interrupt his friend speaking until George’s voice started to break. He shuffled himself over and leaned his shoulder to George’s. “Listen. You don’t need to think on it right now. HD’s left, XD’s going to check on him. When things are settled we can work it out from there.”

It was a fair offer, but George couldn’t see it as a good thing. Because even if something in his heart did remember HD, something from long ago, it didn’t stop him now from asking the uncomfortable question.

If we are connected somehow...then why did you leave me?

Even if the thought was uncomfortable, George did feel better talking it out. Enough to come out of his room and face the rest of the day. Of course that would just be cleaning the kitchen from the mess of their morning baking.

“Damn you make such a mess when you’re baking.” Dream said, pulling out wooden spoons and various other utensils covered in dough.

“We were both baking, idiot!” George snapped back with a smile. “Start with the stuff in the sink. I’ll get wipes for the counter.”

George left the kitchen to the sound of clutter and water running in the sink, but there was another sound that caught George’s ear. Footsteps. Footsteps crunching over the grass outside. George was too realistic to think it would be XD coming back. He carefully sneaked over to just get a peek out the window, and his fear was realised.

“Bad is coming!” George shouted back.

Dream came to the doorway of the kitchen, a wooden spoon still in his hand. “Why is he here?! Does he ever come visit?!”

“No! It’s not...”

It was not Bad. George realised it the closer the demon got. He did not have his usual black robes on, or his guard outfit for the prison. He was in red robes, and followed by people wearing the same.

Fear in it’s purest form ran through George’s veins and he turned back to Dream. “Dig the blocks out from the kitchen! Get out and run to the woods!”

“What?!”

George bolted to the door to lock it, but before his hand could touch it, it swung open. Bad waltzed in, quickly followed by his glass eyed followers. Two immediately jumped onto George and wrestled with his flailing limbs until he was on the ground.

“BAD! Stop!” George screamed, but it wasn’t Bad. Bad’s white eyes were now red and distant. He had an unnatural smile stretched on his face. And a red vine weaving through his hair.

“Don’t fight George. We won’t hurt you.” Bad’s voice spoke, far too calm for the smile on his face. “We just need you to help us find Dream.”

George’s hopes that Dream had made it out were dashed as he heard a crash from the kitchen. Some of the followers had spread out and searched the house. One lay limp on the floor, blood slowly oozing from his head as Dream held a bloodied pan. He swung at the next follower who came near him, but he couldn’t fight them all off as they swarmed him. He growled and grunted like a wild animal, but Dream was wrestled to the ground.

“NO! You should have run, you idiot!”

“He’s here! I knew he would be! This makes it so much easier.”

Bad glided to the still struggling Dream. The follower bleeding from the head slowly rose up. His steps were wobbly but his face was blank. George recognised him. He ran a stall selling fish at the market. George recognised all of them. They were all citizens of Kinoko Kingdom. They were his neighbours, and now each of them had some red vine crawling up their necks.

“Your struggling will only lead to pain. We best take him sedated.” Bad’s voice faked sympathy. He brought a potion from his robes and despite how hard he tried, Dream’s mouth was forced open and just a few drops of it knocked him out.

George kicked and struggled just as much as Dream had, but the followers on him were unmoving. He got close enough to bite at one of their hands but all that did was fill his mouth with blood and the follower didn’t even react.

“It will all make sense soon, George.” Bad stepped closer, the potion ready in his hands.

“W-Wait! I... I won’t fight. I’ll come easy...”

Bad smiled sadly. “I know that’s a lie George. I’m sorry to do this, but when you wake up everything will be better.”

George lost the fight as Dream had and his mouth was forced open. The potion spilled just a few drops in his mouth. It mixed with the blood, tasted awful but it’s effect was instant. The world went dizzy and George slipped from consciousness as he heard Bad barking orders.

“Clean every room. Leave no trace anything happen.”

[wishitweresummer]

Oooooh invisible tickles!!!

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?

[wishitweresummer]

This is so good!!!

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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This is very amazing and a must read raaaAAAAA

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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Oh my god adorable I want more

If you’re willing to write for the Dream team, could you please maybe write them coming across a pale garden for the first time, and the Creakings are more tickle-coded? 😁

Tickle Coded

The Dream Team devise a plan to get a creaking heart. All they have to do is keep an eye on the creaking coming towards them. Can't be that hard, right?

The Dream Team’s explorations could range between carefully planned out trips to spontaneous adventures. The latter meant them walking for miles barely keeping track of where they were going until they came across something interesting.

It was coming to sundown when they saw the grey leaves in the distance and they rushed with excited glee into the pale gardens. The flowers began to bloom their haunting orange colour and Dream decided there that he wanted a creaking heart.

“It’ll spawn soon so just keep an eye out.” Dream planned, his eyes scanning the treeline for the orange eyes. The forest was so dense it blocked out what little light their was from the moon. George bought out torches but Dream said to keep them unlit. It was better to see the eyes in the dark.

Eventually they saw it. A monster mob of treebark and creaking limps. The creaking was frozen mid-step as the three saw it. Dream catching sight of it first as it just stopped moving.

“There! Keep watching it while I find it’s heart.”

“Hurry up.” George called. He had build himself higher up in some attempt to keep safe. “It’s freaking me out.”

With George and Sapnap watching it, Dream quickly ran to the mob’s side an gave it a small punch. He saw the orange beam shoot to a tree close to George.

“Perfect! You get it George and we’ll leave.”

“Finally.” George mumbled and built his way over to the tree.

Sapnap kept his eye on the creaking still. Dream technically did as well but his eyes wandered when he saw movement in the trees. He turned around, stepping away from the grey monster and just happened to catch another creaking spawn behind Sapnap. Though as soon as Dream spotted it, it was frozen.

“There’s one behind you!” Dream called in warning, but the surprise made his voice seemed more panicked. And so Sapnap panicked.

“Where?!” Sapnap turned his head.

“Sapnap don’t!”

The sound of groaning trees started behind and Dream quickly whipped his head round to come face to face with the creaking. Three orange eyes staring unfeeling to Dream’s.

Dream yelped and fell back, but he kept his eyes on the mob. This time he caught it mid attack. It’s arms stretched out. It’s claws out, inches from Dream’s skin. No doubt about to rip him apart.

“Fuck! It’s close!” Sapnap shouted and Dream almost turned his head but stopped himself. If he looked away, he’d be a goner.

“What are you two doing?!” George shouted over from the tree. “How did you two fuck that up? You just had to look at them.”

“Sapnap looked away from mine.” Dream defended himself. He didn’t expect how strong the urge was to look away from the creaking but the sight of the mob was...unpleasant.

“You made me panic!” Sapnap defended. “George. Look at the one by me. Then I’ll look at Dream’s then Dream can watch mines again.”

Dream had to trust the plan was working, he just had to wait for Sapnap’s all clear. His eyes were straining, trying not to blink so often but of course the more he thought about it, the more his eyes wanted to blink.

The signal from Sapnap never came. Instead Dream heard George shriek. “There’s another one!”

“George you idiot!”

Panic made Dream look. He half turned his head, just managing to see that there was a third creaking slowly making it’s way between the trees towards George. And that the creaking by Sapnap was about to strike until Sapnap and Dream’s eyes were on it.

But then no-one was watching Dream’s creaking.

Realising far too late, Dream felt the claws on him and braced himself to be torn and shredded. But the claws didn’t attack him. They tickled him.

“GAHAHaaahahaha! Wh-WhahahahaAAAHAHA!”

The creakings claws settled over Dream’s stomach and sides and began scribbling in, through the fabric of Dream’s hoodie which didn’t seem to be protecting him much. The claws worked, up Dream’s ribs and back down to his side, his stomach and his hips.

“Waaahahat whaaaat ihis hahahahppening!” Dream yelped. He struggled and kicked to no avail of escape. The creaking was all encompassing, and any time Dream tried to open his eyes, the claws would get a good spot right by his belly and he’d squeeze them shut again.

“Is it... Is it tickling you?!” Sapnap asked but then Dream heard a scream from the black-haired demon and suddenly Sapnap started laughing as well.

“OoohOHhOHhooohohoho! Nohot! N-Nohohot thehehehere! A-Ahanywhere but thehehere!”

Dream imagined the creaking got at Sapnap’s back. Or his hips. His speculation didn’t last though as the creaking focused in on his stomach and Dream’s only thought was his own survival.

Not a lot was known about the creaking but Dream knew for certain it was not a mob that tickled it’s victims to death. Yet the creaking tickling him seemed like a seasoned professional at it. It took note of all the sensitive spots to make Dream scream, but never stayed at them for too long so his body wouldn’t be used to it.

Dream’s arms and legs were free to move about but it didn’t help him much to escape. Creakings limbs were long, so there was no body to push away, and Dream didn’t have the strength to pry the tickling claws from him.

“What do I do?!” George yelped over the laughter and Dream imagined he was staring down his own creaking, and having to listen to the torture that would await him.

“H-Heehelp uhus!” Dream yipped desperately. He managed to get a somewhat good kick on the creaking’s arm and he turned slightly, but when the claw returned it was just renewed tickling on his stomach and his back. “NO! No please! Pleeeehehease! I’ll... Ihihi’ll dieeeee!”

“I can outrun it!” George shouted. “I’ll get away and come back over the top of the trees!”

“Don’t!” Sapnap screamed. “Dohohon’t you dare!”

“I can help either of you with this thing coming closer! I can-EEK!”

And George was caught. Dream could hear him screeching with laughter and the last chance of escape was gone.

The thought of being tickled for eternity by this monster kicked some last attempt into Dream. Literally. Using what little strength he had, Dream pushed his hips up and kicked out his leg. He felt it connect to the creaking’s body and managed to push just enough to get the claws off him. For the split second, of untickled freedom, Dream forced his eyes open.

The creaking froze. It’s claws just inches from Dream’s skin but it couldn’t move.

Sapnap and George still screamed with laughter, but Dream was just trying to get his breath and slowly crawling back to put distance between himself and the monster. He kept his eyes constantly on it, but he saw something just past the creaking.

He worried it was another one, and there was no way the three of them could handle four tickling creakings, but what Dream saw was in the trees. It lounged on the branch, watching the chaos below with a passive amusement. It saw Dream watch them, then brought its pale hand forward, with a little wave.

“Hello little champion...”

“H-HD?!”

Dream glanced just a second towards GeorgeHD, lounging in the tree and the creaking launched. Dream screamed, quickly looking back just before those claws touched his skin.

“Careful~” HD hummed. “You don’t want to be caught like George and Sapnap.”

“HEHEDEEHEHE!” George screamed between his laughter. “Stohohop thehem!”

HD rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. The three creaking disappeared into thin air. Dream let out a sigh of relief, letting himself fall back to lie on the forest floor. Sapnap and George joined him, falling to the ground though they were still giggling.

“Yous should be thanking me they were just tickling you.” HD dropped from the tree, his robes flowing around him like dark clouds. “You’re lucky I was close by and heard your screams. Those creaking would have torn you apart.”

“We...could fight them.” Sapnap panted. “I’d rather that than be tickled like that again... Fuck...”

“You were fine.” HD made his way to George and pulled him up. “I was watching the whole time. But maybe you can think about just how much trouble you all would have been in if I wasn’t here on your walk home.”

“You’re going to make us walk home?!” Dream gasped. “After that?!”

“But... But...” George’s voice turned to a soft whine, and he looked to his brother with the widest puppy eyes. “But I’m tired and-and sore from laughing and we’re hours from home.”

HD tilted their head. “Awwww.” They replied in a mock of sympathy. “Well you can just stay here for the night and hope the creaking don’t come back.”

The Dream Team gave a look between them, still trying to decide if the Overworld God was serious.

“Actually,” HD said, “you better start that walk now. I only teleported those creaking a few feet away. And my spell of tickling instead of killing doesn’t last forever.”

Okay he was serious. They were tired and sore, but the team picked themselves up and started making the trip back. They quickly left the pale gardens and walked about an hour more before they decided to set up camp in the dark oak forest to sleep for a couple hours and make the trip back.

HD followed them every step of the way. He watched them silently as they quickly build a shelter and they went to sleep on the hard ground.

They only planned to sleep for a couple of hours, but Dream woke up after what felt like a deep sleep. He was groggy and his vision blurred from sleep as he looked around. Instead of the ground, they were now lying on pillows as soft as clouds. Fluffy blankets kept them warm and Dream blinked a few times to look around.

GeorgeHD lay in the blankets and pillows. George was curled up at his side as HD pet over his hair. Dream tried to speak but his voice wouldn’t come. He was so tired and eyes so heavy. Wasn’t helped as HD reached over and pet over his hair. He hushed him softly and Dream fell back asleep.

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Guys help!!! I’ve read the fic and he is questioning if he should post it or not for some unknown reason, but it is amazing!!! Help!!!

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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He is lovely

I kinda had a meltdown on twt the other day, so here’s mpreg george in a pink dress or whatever

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I love when you’re tickling the hell out of someone and suddenly they sound like a little witch or a clown - you sound like an idiot I love you

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This is crazyyy

c!Rivals duo week: Frostbite (pt 1)

🐷Bruh. Why did you put your foot in the water?

🟩I didn't- shut up! I don't need your help! I know what I'm doing!

🐷Yeah, if what you want is for your foot to fall off

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Warning: Feet (duh 💜)

This is adorable :(((

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.

[wishitweresummer]

LOOK HOW CUTE

Thank you to @wishitweresummer for the text advice and for helping me with what to draw next

Anyway here’s me drawing something a bit new

Inspired by the Titan videos

[wishitweresummer]

This is very cuteeeeee - I love magic tickles

Psychic gf who tells the most fucking awful jokes you've heard in your whole life but you laugh uncontrollably at each one, and everyone thinks you're just flattering her but actually she's using her phenomenal psychic powers to scratch and pinch your sides and tickle and tickle and tickle

[wishitweresummer]

Ughhh I hate you

(I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you)