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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.

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.

“I hate you!”, he screeched from under the blankets, twisting and grabbing at them as George only moved them over his flashes of freedom again and again. He curled up and screamed as his sides were attacked. George was on top of him somewhere above the blankets, grabbing at him through them. He felt like a child, shrieking and laughing as he smacked blindly at the hands.

“Did the blanket monster get you again?”, George coo’ed from above him in a baby voice.

There was a burst of light above him, but George quickly tugged the blanket back over the spot.

“This is cute.”, Dream’s voice. Sapnap flushed, already sweaty and breathless, only getting worse.

“I’m the blanket monster!”, George said proudly.

“You’re an idiot!”, Sapnap yelled and twisted again. He kicked out towards the voices, fully accepting he might really kick the hell out of one of his best friends. Instead, something much worse happened. “No!!”, he screamed and clawed at the mattress, desperately trying to pull his trapped foot back into the safety of the blankets.

Dream chuckled, tightening his grip on Sapnap’s ankle.

“You tried to kick me?”, Dream growled. George giggled excitedly. They hadn’t gotten their hands on Sapnap’s feet in a while.

“Please please please!!!”, the youngest begged unabashedly, twisting and turning under the blankets as George laughed and struggled to stay on top. A piercing scream broke through his begging as Dream skittered his nails down the ticklish sole. George squeaked, almost sent flying. Everybody laughed, Sapnap more hysterically. “Dream!!”, he cried. George dug his hands back into the blankets and found Sapnap’s sides, making him cry out against the sheets he was shoving his face into. “George!!”. A hilarious muffled scream-laugh tore from him as both boys tickled fast. He was so helpless like this.

Dream was softer, playing with his toes. He moved quickly, but kept his touch playful and light as he went from toe to toe. George was rough, grabbing at Sapnap blindly through the blankets. Sapnap was lost. His laughter was child-like and completely chaotic as he twisted and squirmed into the blankets. He felt dizzy and small. There was nothing he could do to fight back.

“Please!”, he squeaked out. He squealed loudly as George’s clumsy hands felt around his sides and back. He bucked with his entire body, but his movements were only getting weaker as he suffered under the tickle torture.

“Blanket monsters being too mean?”, Dream’s voice was somewhere outside his blankets, all high pitched and teasing. The tickling was aimed down at his heel and he couldn’t help but snort. George cackled above him, shaking him in excitement as he snorted through his laughter.

“Stop!! Please!!”, he begged. His helpless foot twitched in Dream’s hold, but the other was stronger.

The teasing and tickling he couldn’t predict…it was maddening. His nerves were over sensitive from the excitement and he found himself jumping and squealing at every movement and noise.

Rough hands grabbed his sides and shook his body, making him squeal. He twisted in the blankets, but that only made things worse. A playful finger sneaking between his toes made him cry out and twist himself more into the blanket.

Dream coo’ed as his heart swelled with affection for his best friend.

“He’s so cute like this…”, he murmured to George. George looked back with the clearest look of cuteness aggression Dream had ever seen. Oh, Sapnap was screwed.

Sapnap whined through his laughter; having heard Dream’s voice.

Suddenly, he screamed as George forced his way under the blanket and started grabbing and pulling at Sapnap. The brightness of the room almost blinded him as he was spun around and pressed to the bed on his back. He shoved as hard as he could, but George jammed his entire head up Sapnap’s shirt. He only had a second to gasp for air before exploding into hysterical laughter. He squealed and threw his head back against the bed at the first raspberry.

“Oh shit, George!”, Dream laughed as he watched the other worm deeper into shirt. He cringed a little at Sapnap’s ticklish screams and the loud noise of George blowing raspberry after raspberry against the poor boy’s tummy. He held on tight so that Sapnap couldn’t kick himself off the bed, but it was getting harder and harder as Sapnap got more worked up.

“Dream!!!”, Sapnap screamed.

“Dream? I give you raspberries and you yell Dream?”, George huffed from inside Sapnap’s shirt, then attacked the boy’s side with nibbles to make him scream louder.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!! George!!! Okay, please! No more!”, Sapnap begged through his laughter.

Dream laughed and pressed his fingers through the ticklish toes again, sending Sapnap into a frenzy of squealing and shrieking.

Sapnap shoved and smacked at the bulge of George’s head in his shirt, but he was relentless. The vibrations of growling nearly sent him over the edge, drawing a laugh out of him no one was sure they had heard before. It was airy and bright and desperate. The sound churned butterflies in the other boy’s stomachs

Sapnap’s defenses only got weaker as he gave himself over to the tickles. Tears streamed down his hot cheeks as he laughed and laughed and laughed.

“That tickles!”, he squeaked and twisted against the bed. The smacks against George’s head were so weak he laughed into Sapnap’s side before delivering more ticklish bites. The boy squealed and bucked.

“You love this, huh? We just had to tickle through your defenses, huh? You like the Blanket Monster? You love the Blanket Monster?”, Dream kept the teasing up as he tickled at the squirmy feet in his hold.

“Tickles!”, Sapnap cried through his laughter. He seemed dazed and like he was barely even fighting back.

George pulled out of his shirt and giggled, glancing happily back at Dream. Dream grinned proudly.

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Dream cleared his throat, rubbing his tired eyes as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. He rolled his head to the side, shifting to lay further back on the living room couch, the blanket over his legs barely covering his socked feet as he stretched out more. He glanced up from his phone to look at his two friends, seeing Sapnap in the opposite corner of the couch, laying down with his arm behind his head and his hat resting over his face. He was nearly asleep, letting out a content sigh in the cozy atmosphere of the room, the dim glow of the kitchen light and forgotten TV keeping the room soft and warm. Dream smiled, opening his camera to sneak a picture to show him later, and his attention was turned to George when he broke the silence in the room for the first time in nearly an hour.

“I’m thinking, like, 4 o'clock tomorrow. Does that work with you guys?” George said from his place on the couch, between the other two, laying upside down with his legs thrown over the back of the sofa and his head laying on the seat, hair splayed out in every direction. He looked up from his phone screen at the other two, watching them turn their attention to him and give him matching looks of confusion, clearly waiting for him to explain. When he didn’t, after a moment of silence, Dream replied.

“…What are you talking about?” He asked, a smile tugging at his lips, always endeared by having to solve George’s methods of communication like a puzzle.

“For when I get to tickle both of you,” He answered, as if it should’ve been as obvious as the color of the sky, continuing casually even as both the other boys looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m thinking 4-ish, so we can still go out to dinner after like we planned to. Does that sound good?” He was met with silence once again, this time joined by slack jaws and pink tinted cheeks, and he glanced between the two with a smug smile, waiting for one of them to break and ask for further clarification.

That time, it was Sapnap.

“…Huh?” He said, looking dumbfounded at the request, which only made George’s smile widen.

“Do you guys not remember what we’ve done for both of your birthdays this year? Sapnap, it was literally your idea. Did you really think I wasn’t gonna get my turn?” He asked, staring at Sapnap, practically burning holes in his chest with his eyes.

“Uh– I-I, uh… Well, to be fair, I forgot, but I kinda thought you just, like, forgot too,” Sapnap explained, fidgeting with the edge of the hat in his hands.

“Well, that was silly of you, wasn’t it?” George asked, earning a scoff and a chuckle from Sapnap at the wording, and a soft smile from Dream as well. He swung his legs around, flipping backwards off the couch and standing up, slipping his phone in his pocket and taking a second to adjust his clothes that had been pushed around from his position. “I can promise you two that I definitely didn’t forget, and I have definitely been planning exactly what I want to do to each of you for the last few days,” He continued, making Sapnap groan quietly and shove his hat back over his face, hiding his light pink blush.

He turned his attention to Dream, watching him shift slightly where he sat, pulling his knees in and flattening the blanket to make sure he was fully covered as he curled up slightly.

“Okay. I dunno about you guys, but I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to bed,” George continued, feeling two sets of eyes staring at him, still in awe. He reached over to Dream, ruffling the short hair that he had finally gotten used to seeing on him, making him giggle and smack his hand away. “You guys have fun thinking about that tonight.” George took a few steps over to Sapnap, leaning down to speak closer to his ear, hands clasped behind his back as he did so. “And just know, I intend to destroy you,” He finished, making Sapnap groan again, throwing both arms over his face to muffle his complaints and hide himself further.

With that, George giggled and stood back up, making his way up to his bedroom with a chipper ‘goodnight!’ yelled behind him.

Dream and Sapnap looked at each other, the same shocked expression present on both their faces, before they broke out into giddy laughter at how utterly ridiculous the situation was.

“What did you get us into?” Dream asked through his giggles, and Sapnap could only laugh louder at the accusation, unable to deny that it was, truly, entirely his fault.

The situation became a lot less funny at exactly 4:15 the next day, however, when a message from George came through to their discord group chat, no further explanation needed to make his words clear.

come to my room in 5 mins please and thank you :)

Both Dream and Sapnap felt their hearts drop at the message, and Dream barely had time to scoff and shake his head fondly before he heard the door to his office swing open behind him. He turned his chair around, seeing Sapnap standing there with a nervous look on his face.

”Dude,” Sapnap started, and Dream chuckled, smiling at him fondly.

“I don’t know why you thought he was kidding,” Dream said as he stood up, stretching his shoulders out from sitting for so long.

”I didn’t,” Sapnap growled, clearly much more stressed about the whole thing than Dream was. Dream turned towards the door and pulled it the rest of the way open, flicking the light switch off as he pushed past Sapnap to exit the room.“But I didn’t really think about what’s happening until right now.”

”I can’t really help you with that one, baby boy,” Dream said with a smug smile, reaching out to take one of Sapnap’s hands in his own when he noticed he was hesitant to follow. He tugged on his hand gently, urging him to walk with him, and Sapnap reluctantly did so.

“How are you not freaked out about this? How are you so calm right now?” Sapnap asked as they reached the stairs, heart clamoring in his chest with every step.

“Oh, trust me, I am absolutely freaking out,” Dream said with a nervous laugh, letting his confidence waver for just a moment to let Sapnap know it was okay to be nervous. “I guess I’ve just accepted it. Plus I think it’s funnier to see how freaked out you are.”

“Fuck off,” Sapnap spat just as they made it to the top of the stairs. “Dream, I’m scared,” He confessed, lowering his voice as they got closer to George’s door, not wanting George to hear him.

”Relax,” Dream soothed, turning to face him and squeezing his hand reassuringly. Sapnap couldn’t help but pout, his shoulders relaxing, that tone of voice always helping to calm him down, at least a little bit. “He’s not gonna do anything he knows you don’t like. Or anything you can’t handle.”

”He’s gonna kill me,” Sapnap practically whined, lips still twisted into a pout even as Dream smiled sweetly at him.

“I know,” Dream replied, and then a door opened behind them, revealing George awaiting their arrival, and stopping any further protests Sapnap had planned to make.

“Right on time,” George purred, voice smooth and cool, and Sapnap’s breath caught in his throat at the tone. “C’mon in,” He continued, moving out of the way and beckoning them inside. Dream went to take a step forward, pulling Sapnap along by the hand, but the younger boy didn’t budge, which turned all the attention onto him.

“Let’s go,” Dream said softly, keeping his voice quiet in an attempt to help soothe him, but Sapnap only looked at him with the same pout.

”I can’t, he’s gonna be mean to me.”

“Most definitely,” George confirmed, earning a glare from Sapnap.

”Sapnap,” Dream coaxed, turning to face him again. “Don’t make me make you.”

”I’m not! Just, like, give me a seco—“ Sapnap started, but he was cut off when Dream yanked him forward by his arm, then leaned down to pick Sapnap up off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder with ease. “DREAM!” He yelled, squirming in Dream’s arms, groaning and whining as he felt nervous giggled building up in his chest. He fought between hiding his face and trying to escape from his captor, but he quickly realized the second option would be pretty futile, and decided to curl into Dream’s shoulder and cover his bright red face.

Seconds later, he was unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, bouncing a few times before settling down against the mattress.

”That was so unnecessary. I would’ve gone on my own!” He whined with a frown, curling his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest as he was joined by the other two on the bed. He shuffled back, pushing himself as close to the corner of the bed as possible and taking up as little space as he could, already more flustered than he had expected to be so early on.

“I did what had to be done,” Dream teased, laying down next to Sapnap and getting himself comfortable, adjusting the pillows and blankets under him to find a good spot.

”Whatever.”

“Someone’s grumpy,” George commented as he shuffled between his two friends, sitting back on his heels and getting comfortable, earning another sharp glare from Sapnap.

“Shut up!” He bit back, adjusting his hoodie anxiously. “It’s not my fault I’m nervous! Just because Dream loves letting you destroy him without fighting back doesn’t mean I do!”

“Bro is projecting, can you believe that?” Dream teased, making George giggle and Sapnap groan and roll his eyes.

“Oh my godddd, you’re so dumb!” He grumbled, using his hat to hide his face, all three of them laughing at the interaction.

“Okay, you’re boring me, I’m starting now,” George interrupted, and suddenly his hands were latching onto Dream’s sides, squeezing like his life depended on it.

“AH! GEO-ohohohorge!” Dream squealed, his entire body jolting and tensing up at the feeling, and his hands instinctively grabbed onto George’s wrists, wrapping fully around them and squeezing.

“Ah, ah, ah, nope. None of that. Let go,” George reprimanded, like he was a child touching something he wasn’t supposed to have. “You know the rules, Dreamie, you’re not allowed to stop me,” He reminded, and Dream threw his head back with a defeated sigh as he pulled his hands away.

“Ugh, fihine,” Dream caved quickly, running his hands through his hair before resting them flat on the bed by his sides. “You’re a monster.”

“Yeah, a tickle monster, maybe,” George replied, making himself laugh and earning a scoff from Dream. He turned his attention to Sapnap, realizing he was still closing himself off in an attempt to hide away, and he decided that just wouldn’t do. “Come closer.”

“Fuck no.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“You can do your job just fine from where you are,” Sapnap grumbled, still pouting, and George’s evil smile grew wider at the words.

“Okay,” He spoke slowly. “Sure, if you want me to only get where I can reach you, I might as well start here–“ George explained, and before Sapnap could even process the words, he was already busy screaming and protesting when George grabbed his ankle and held his socked foot out in front of him– the only spot he could reach without Sapnap moving, of course.

“NO! NO, NO, DON’T, I TAKE IT BACK, I TAKE IT BACK!” He yelled, panicking at the sheer thought of what George might do to him, yanking his leg back and lunging forward to stop him from doing anything else. “Don’t. Do not.” Sapnap’s breathing was heavy already, and George couldn’t help but laugh at his over the top reaction. He shook his head fondly, giving him a moment to calm down, before he continued.

“C’mere,” George tried again, smiling softly at Sapnap and motioning for him to move closer. Sapnap pouted again, eyes pleading, but he eventually listened, sliding himself forward and laying down next to Dream, tugging the sleeves of his hoodie down from where they were pushed up to his elbows. “There we go. Isn’t that so much better?”

“No, this sucks,” He grumbled again, gaze anxiously jumping between George’s face and his hands, not wanting to be caught off guard when he inevitably started his torture.

“Well, I am so deeply sorry. Let’s see if we can cheer you up,” George replied, and then he reached over and latched his hands into Sapnap’s thighs just above his knees, squeezing repeatedly at the tender muscle.

“N– AH!” Sapnap squealed, kicking his legs to try to throw the cruel hands off, but they stayed put. “Nohohoho, Geohohorge!”

“You love this spot, don’t you?” George teased, dropping his voice low, like he was speaking to one of the cats, which only made Sapnap more flustered and annoyed.

“Nahahaha!” He argued, letting out sweet, boyish laughter as George moved his hands to squeeze up and down his thighs. “Plehehehease, Geohohorge, stahahahap–!”

“You’re so dramatic, it’s not even that bad, see?” George shot his hands over to Dream, repeating the motion on him and squeezing up and down his thighs relentlessly. Dream yelped, jolting at the unexpected sensation, instinctively reaching down to grab at George’s hands before remembering the one rule he was given. Instead, he curled his fingers into fists and threw his head back in giddy laughter, only flinching occasionally when George’s thumb or forefinger happened to press into a particularly sensitive spot– for lack of better phrasing, he made Sapnap look like a total idiot for overreacting.

“That’s not fair, you know how that is, George!” Sapnap tried to reason, feeling his face flush red at how much better Dream could handle that particular technique than he could. He knew it didn’t matter, there were plenty of things he could take that Dream couldn’t, and there were plenty of things he and Dream could take that George couldn’t, but it still frustrated him to no end that George had the nerve to point it out.

“You’re right, Sapnap, I’m just messing with you. It was all for show. Now, if I were to do this, for example…” George shot his hands up to Dream’s hips, latching his hands onto the sensitive area the same way he did with Sapnap’s thighs, squeezing mercilessly and giggling along as Dream broke out into loud laughter. “…then we might have a closer comparison.”

“WAHAHAIT– nohohoho!” Dream protested, grabbing at the blankets under him, his back arching as his squirming increased dramatically. “Geohorge, PLEHEHEASE– plehehehease!”

“Aw, poor baby,” George patronized, earning a pathetic whine from Dream in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he shook his head against the pillows. “This spot is so sensitive for you, isn’t it, Dream? Especially now, with this?” George commented, gently trailing his nails over the scars on Dream’s hips. He smiled when Dream let out a squeak from the back of his throat, watching him bite his lip and suck in his tummy at the new feeling. “I said, isn't it, Dream?”

“Yehehehes, yeheah! Mhm!” Dream agreed quickly, nodding along with the words in hopes that George might take some pity on him. Thankfully, he did, and Dream practically collapsed against the bed when George’s hands left him, his chest heaving from the quick, heavy panting breaths he took to recover. He let out an involuntary sound, a strange half-groan half-whine that made them both giggle, and he covered his face in embarrassment at the noise. “Shut up.”

“Absolutely not,” George replied with a smile, resting his hands on Dream’s sides and holding there for a few seconds, before gently tugging Dream’s t-shirt up to reveal his tummy, making him squirm under the cool air.

“Ugh– Geohohorgeee…” Dream whined, instinctively reaching down to cover his exposed stomach, but George only pushed his hands away and began gently trailing his nails up and down the sensitive area. Dream gasped, whining as he broke into helpless laughter. “Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!”

“What do you mean why, idiot, it’s my birthday!” George replied, and Dream could only roll his eyes and groan at the response. He scratched his nails a little harder, his movements more firm and deliberate, smirking when Dream’s entire body fought against the urge to squirm away. His knees curled up, ankles crossed, toes tapping against the bed in an attempt to expel any excess energy. “I like how hard you’re trying.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Dream argued, covering his face with his hands as his bright red blush darkened, always shy about his tummy tickles. George’s fingers migrated downwards, scratching at the spots on either side of his belly button, and just as George had hoped, his laughter turned to high pitched, breathy giggles, his entire body squirming against his own will. “Oh gohohohohod– noho, nonono, nohohoho!“ He cried out, shaking his head wildly through his broken laughter, one hand over his face to keep himself hidden while the other grabbed at the pillow behind his head. George’s face softened, and he watched Dream’s reactions with a fond pout on his lips, completely enamored by the sight in front of him.

“This is really cute,” He commented, feeling Dream’s tummy flutter beneath his fingers, which only made him want to continue for even longer.

“I’m dyhyihihihing!” He replied, but he only melted further into the tickles, pressing the back of his knuckles to his lips to muffle some of his humiliatingly squeaky giggles.

George seemingly disagreed with this action, obviously wanting to hear any and every sound he was pulling from the poor boy, moving his fingers down to tickle the spot just below Dream’s belly button, above the waistband of his boxers that were peeking out from the top of his shorts– a spot he knew was so simple yet made Dream feel absolutely fucking insane.

“FUCK–“ Dream yelped breathlessly, a sad whimper following it as his entire body jerked away from the unbearable touch. He sucked in his tummy again, back arched so hard it looked almost painful, slamming his hands against the bed and gripping the sheets tight underneath him. “Oh myhyhy gohohohohod–!” He whined, voice high pitched and strained, jaw slack as he tried to keep even a shred of his composure. “Fuhuhuck– fuck, fuck, nohoho, oh my GOHOHOD– plehehease– pleasepleaseplease, AH– oh myhy gohohohod–“ Dream babbled to himself, feeling like his brain had short circuited, that his body was nothing more than jelly, that he could float away into space at any moment and he wouldn’t even be able to tell because all he could focus on was the indescribable tickling sensation inside his tummy.

After a few long, agonizing moments of that same maddening sensation, and squeezing the blankets so hard his hands shook and his knuckles turned white, Dream just couldn’t take it anymore. He tried as hard as he could to just let George have his fun, but eventually, his hands shot out to grab for George’s, uselessly grappling for his wrists to push him away. However, he couldn’t exactly focus on what he was doing all that well, and George simply swatted his hands away each time he tried, occasionally grabbing his wrists to press them into the bed before continuing, buying himself a split second of time before he had to do it again.

“C’mohohohohon, plehehease!” Dream begged, finally grabbing George’s hand between his fingers and pulling him away for barely half a second, granting himself the tiniest bit of relief before George grabbed his hand and held it down against the bed, lacing their fingers together and pressing his palm down so he couldn’t pull it back. Then, George used his other hand to continue the tickling, being sure to stay to the side of his pinned hand so it would be even harder to stop him. “NOHOHO–! Geohohohorge!” He tried, hoping that maybe if he got George’s attention somehow he would give him a break, but this time he wasn’t so lucky.

“Yes, princess?” He replied condescendingly, and Dream shook his head, clearly flustered beyond his own belief.

“Whahaha–?!” Dream asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows and throwing his free hand over his face, pulling at his trapped hand helplessly. “Whahahat the hehell is wrohohong with yohohohou?!” He continued, making George giggle, sounding more evil than ever before, as he twisted and turned against the bed.

He turned over as much as he could, forcing himself onto his side and making the position even more difficult to escape– which he didn’t realize until it was too late. Unfortunately for him, it ended with his pinned arm at a much too awkward angle for him to get out of, and his other arm was now pinned underneath his own weight with very limited reach.

“Fuhuck, nohohoho!” He whined, realizing how compromising of a position he had put himself in, trying to wiggle either of his arms free from their trapped positions to no avail. George giggled again, amused by his struggle, letting his hand drag over Dream’s side to his back and up under his shirt, scratching at the spot just below his shoulder blades and making him push away even more, twisting even further. “Wahahahait! Ihihi–“

“Oh, wait, that’s actually perfect, stay there!” George teased, as if he had a choice in the matter, and shifted so his knee pressed into the back of Dream’s thighs, which made it so that he couldn’t turn back again without George being in the way.

He was screwed.

“AH– nahahaha!”

“Awww, you got yourself into some trouble there, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He teased, sliding his wiggling fingers along Dream’s back, tickling up and down the sides of his spine and making him whine through his laughter. All he was able to do after that was shove his face into his own elbow or the pillow below him, and laugh until George felt like he’d laughed enough. He thought the torture would never end.

Until George let his hand go in favor of using both hands to tickle him again.

One hand scratching at his lower back, and the other back to below his belly button.

Now he was screwed.

“NOHO–!” He cried out, hearing his own frantic scream bounce off the walls of George’s bedroom, slapping one hand over his mouth, the other immediately shooting down to blindly grab for George’s hands, desperate to stop at least one of them. “NAHA– GEORGE PLEHEHE– AHAHA–“ He tried to speak through his laughter, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut, his breathing heavy and labored as he tried his hardest to pull himself together. No matter what he did, where he moved, what direction he squirmed in, he couldn’t escape the tickling, and he knew almost instantly that that fact wasn’t something he could deal with in that moment. “OKAHAHAY, okahahahay, gohohod– STOHOHOP, Geohohohorge, stopstopstohohohop, I cahaha– AH– MINECRAHAFT, mihihinecrahahahaft, I cahahahahan’t–!” He yelled desperately, and George pulled his hands back instantly, somewhat caught off guard by Dream using his safeword so suddenly.

George pulled his knee back so he could guide Dream to lay down flat again, one hand on his thigh and the other holding his hip gently as he turned him. Dream was still letting out his leftover giggles, pliant under George’s soothing touches, only flinching for a brief second when George’s knuckles touched his skin when he went to pull his shirt back down. George rested his hand on Dream’s tummy, softly rubbing away the ghost tickles with his thumb, and after a moment of silence, George let out an amused laugh.

“Wow,” He whispered in disbelief, and Dream heard Sapnap laugh as well, making him throw his arms over his face in embarrassment. “Holy shit, Dream.”

“Stop!” He whined. already flustered enough by his own reactions. “Shut up, shut up.”

“No, no, it's okay! Dream, it’s okay,” George soothed, giggling when Dream continued to groan, pulling the pillow out from behind his head and hiding in it. “No, no, c’mon, wait,” George coaxed him back out, pulling it away gently, watching as he held the pillow to his chest and revealed his blushing face, his eyes half shut and clearly exhausted. He ran his fingers through Dream’s hair, smiling when he hummed sweetly and let his eyes close the rest of the way. “You alright?”

“Mhmmm…” He confirmed, nodding slowly. George let his hand trail down to cup his cheek, then pulled away.

“Good. My water is on the table next to you if you want it, but you can just relax now if you’re sure you wanna be done,” He explained, and Dream nodded again in understanding, taking a second to get himself comfortable again, putting the pillow back behind his head and keeping his arm around it. “In the meantime, though…”

George turned his attention back over to Sapnap, watching the other boy’s eyes immediately widen when they locked onto his. He wasted no time, gently placed his hands on Sapnap’s sides, squeezing over his hoodie to start off, not wanting to torture him too horribly with the switch up– not yet, at least.

“Oh, c’mohohohon–“ Sapnap whined, writhing under George’s hands and using all the mental energy he could muster not to just grab George’s hands to stop him. “Reheheallyhyhy?!”

“Yes really, idiot, did you think I forgot?” George asked, moving to claw at his tummy and making him shake his head at the feeling.

“Nohoho! Buhuhut–“ Sapnap tried to explain, but George cut him off by mimicking his words in a silly, mocking voice that made him press his lips together and scrunch up his face. “Yohou’re sohohoho dumb!”

“This isn’t even that bad,” George teased, but this time they both knew he was actually right. Sapnap rolled his eyes, though it was much less hurtful when his smile was so wide and adoring. “You’re being a baby.”

“It’s nohot, buhuhut– but yohou have nohoho idehehea how–“ Sapnap cut himself off with a sharp inhale when George’s fingers curled a little too close to his back, flinching away from the hand that caused it and pushing himself right into the opposite hand instead. He took a second to contain himself before continuing, voice strained as he tried to speak over any giggles that were begging to escape. “–how hard I’m fightihihing nohohot to juhust flihihip thihis on you and– ahand rock yohour shihihit right nohohohow–“ Sapnap finished, and the onslaught of laughter took over again the second he stopped trying to form words, which only made his blush darken and the threat of his words fall so flat it was embarrassing.

It was adorable, really.

“Oh, yeah?” George asked, incredulous, as he let his fingers trail up to Sapnap’s ribs, just barely touching his bottom rib before Sapnap’s arms were clamped to his sides and his laughter grew even more frantic.

“Yehehehes, yohohou freheheak!”

“Hm… then maybe I should try a little harder to make sure that doesn’t happen,” He said with no room for argument, as he wormed his fingers under Sapnap’s arms to get further up his ribs. He didn’t get very far, only reaching just past where his elbows were squeezed tight to his sides. “Move your arms.”

“Nohohoho!” Sapnap protested, whining defiantly, only clamping his arms down harder.

“Sapnap,” George warned, pushing on his elbows, only for them to snap right back down. “Sapnap!”

“Noho!” He yelled, kicking his legs behind George, his knee hitting George’s back when he did, especially when George sat up on his knees and leaned forward to gain more leverage. George fought back, grabbing Sapnap’s wrists and throwing his arms out to the sides. As expected, they immediately shot back. “NO, fuck off!”

“You have to let me!”

“In your fucking dreams!” He argued, and George grabbed his wrists again, pinning them next to his head and then shooting his hands down to squeeze his ribs. He got further that time, earning a shriek and exaggerated jump from Sapnap, but his hands were knocked away by his elbows once again. “NOHOHO!”

“SAPNAP, STOP!” George yelled dramatically, shoving his hands as far under Sapnap’s arms as he could, but still, he didn’t get any further than he already had. “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Sapnap bit back, and George shot his hands down to squeeze at the muscle between his hips and thighs, making him scream out and slap his hands away.

“NO, YOU FUCKER–” He cursed, managing to whack George away before any real damage could be done, though he would be lying if he said his heart didn’t drop ten stories at the attempt alone. He hadn’t realized how far he’d sat up during the fight, until George’s hands were on his shoulders, shoving him flat against the bed again and holding him there, catching him off guard for just long enough to land his hands on his ribs. Sapnap pressed his arms down tight again, half crossing his arms and holding his palms tight to his ribs on either side. “Gehehet the fuck ohoff!”

“Sapnap, it’s literally my birthday! You have to do what I say!”

“I don’t give a fuck about your stupid birthday, bitch! Get away from me– NO!” Sapnap screamed when he felt George grab onto his elbow, abruptly shoving his arms forward where they were crossed over his torso. “NO, DON’T–“

Fortunately for George, and unfortunately for Sapnap, it actually worked.

After merely a few seconds, Sapnap was trapped, his arms crossed and pinned to his chest with George’s hand firmly holding his elbow to keep them in place. He tried to squirm, to scream and fight, to yank his arms out of his grip, but nothing seemed to help. He was stuck in that position, his entire torso open and vulnerable, and to make matters worse, it blocked his view just enough that he could still see George’s stupid, smug face, but not a single move his hands made.

Then George’s fingers were digging in under his arm.

“NOHOHO– GEOHOHOHORGE!” He cried, kicking his legs behind George, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. “THIHIHIHIS IHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

“Oh, it’s not fair, huh?” George teased, chuckling when Sapnap shook his head in protest, switching to dig into his other armpit as he continued, a new wave of squirming hitting Sapnap instantly. “Aww, well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

“NAHAHAHA–!” Sapnap whined, lost in laughter, feeling his knee hit George’s back for maybe the hundredth time that day.

“Oh– would you–“ George stammered, whipping his head around to look at Sapnap’s kicking legs as they hit him yet again, scoffing in frustration and clearly distracted by the movements. He let go of Sapnap’s arms to grab one of his legs instead, locking his arm around his calf and squeezing up and down the back of his thigh.

“NONONO– NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sapnap pulled desperately at his leg, trying to yank it away from George as quickly as possible, shaking his head and curling into himself until he was nearly upright again.

“Stop hitting me, then!”

“I WIHIHILL, I WILL, I’M SOHOHORRYHYHY!” Sapnap’s pleading voice must’ve been enough to convince him, because George dropped his leg a moment later, giving him a second to catch his own breath. He smiled along with him when he fell back onto the bed, collapsing against the sheets and going completely limp, chest heaving from his heavy panting.

Then, George reached forward, using just his pointer fingers to poke sporadically around Sapnap’s collarbones, making sure to worm his fingers beneath the collar of his hoodie as often as possible to poke at his bare skin.

“Ah–! Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!” Sapnap squealed, flinching away from the touch, shaking his head and trying to bat George’s hands away, his giggles high pitched and soft. He couldn’t muster up the energy to properly shoo George away, so he was doomed to suffer the simple yet maddening pokes for what felt like hours. “Geohohorge, plehehehease!”

“Hmm… please what?”

“Dohohon’t!” Sapnap curled his shoulders in, his own arms wrapped around himself when he finally realized trying to push George away was a lost cause.

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Stahahahap–!” His hands moved up, holding tight onto himself, now gripping his own shoulders as the pokes continued.

“Oh, don’t stop? Well, I wasn’t going to, but when you ask nicely like that…”

“Nahahaha!” Sapnap protested, letting out a loud squeal when one poke right in the middle of the spot under the bone happened to tickle significantly more than the others, and he turned slightly to the side to block himself off, the same mistake Dream had made earlier.

“Wait, yes, I can get you back here too!” George announced triumphantly, pressing down on Sapnap’s shoulder to keep him awkwardly turned over, his arms now half pinned under him where they were still crossed over his chest and holding onto his shoulders.

“Nononono, wahahait– AH!” He squealed again when George began scratching between his shoulder blades, pushing the hood of his sweatshirt out of the way so he could crawl his fingers up to the nape of his neck. Sapnap’s entire body jumped at the new feeling, his back arching and his shoulders rolling back as he pushed himself away from George’s fingers. “Plehehehease!” He pleaded, his voice high pitched and giddy, and George could see the blush on his face darken with every second. He knew spots like that always embarrassed Sapnap more than some others– that made him shy, made his laughter turn into childish giggles and small little squeaks, spots that made it impossible to stop squirming and wiggling in poor attempts to escape.

“I like when you get like this,” George decided to tell him, giggling fondly when Sapnap shook his head and hid his face between the pillows. “It’s really cute,” He pushed, and Sapnap whined and shook his head harder, turning further away and kicking out, careful not to aim anywhere near George this time.

“I hahahate yohohohou!” Sapnap cried, and he finally managed to pull one of his arms free from underneath him, but to his dismay, even when he threw it back and curled it behind him, puffing his chest out as much as he could, he still couldn’t reach George’s hand. Instead, George simply laughed at the attempt, and moved his own hand from Sapnap’s shoulder to his wrist, pinning his arm against his back and once again rendering him completely helpless. “NOHOHOHO– yohohohou’re suhuch a DIHIHICK–“ He said, twisting his wrist any way he could, but he couldn’t pull it back at the awkward angle.

“You know the rules, Sapnap. You tried to stop me and I couldn’t let that happen,” George explained, pulling Sapnap’s hood down so he could scratch gently over the back of his neck, making him curl in on himself even more and let out another undignified squeal.

“NAHAHAHA– plehehehease!” He begged, voice muffled by the pillows he was buried between, and George knew without even seeing him that his face was scrunched up and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could tell from the pitch of his giggles and squeals alone, very familiar with Sapnap’s tells when he tickled him. “Ihihi cohouldn’t even reheheheach yohohohou!”

“Don’t care. Doesn’t matter. You’re still an idiot.”

“Fuhuhuck yohohou!” Sapnap bit back, finally able to yank his arm free, now bringing it up to cup the back of his neck, interrupting George’s tickling.

“Oh, really? You wanna be like that, do you, angel?” George tested, weaponizing the name he knew always made Sapnap’s heart flutter, his palms resting on Sapnap’s back menacingly, giving no hints about his next move.

“I-I… n-nohoho, I–“ Sapnap mumbled shyly, turning his head out of his hiding spot so he could be heard clearly.

“My kitten doesn’t want to behave?”

“Nohoho! I’m sohorryhyhy, I’m sorry, yohohou– you can gohoho!” He backtracked quickly, squirming nervously, pushing himself up onto his elbows in an attempt to see what George was doing.

“Yeah, I think I will,” George confirmed, and then he suddenly shoved his fingers under Sapnap’s arms, digging his wiggling fingers in with no mercy. Sapnap instantly let out a loud scream, arms immediately giving out as he fell face down back onto the bed, immediately clamping his elbows to his sides again, but it was no use after George had already wormed his way in. All it did for him that time was hold George’s hands in place, only making the tickling feel more intense.

“NOHOHOHOHO, AHAHAHAHA–!” He cried, losing himself in desperate laughter, and George took the opportunity to swing his leg over Sapnap’s hips and straddle him, making sure he definitely couldn’t escape him that time. “GEOHOHOHORGE, PLEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOT THIHIHIHIS!”

“I don’t think you really get to choose, sweetheart,” He teased, using his thumbs to press into his shoulder blades at the same time, earning another loud squeal and wave of shrill laughter. He pushed away as much as he can, back to shoving his face in the pillows and kicking his legs behind George, already having knocked off the throw blanket George kept at the end of his bed with his incessant squirming.

“IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T– GEOHOHORGE, FUHUHUCK, I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHA– I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT, PLEHEASE!”

“If you’re still talking you can still take it,” George said, unsympathetic, shoving his hands further into his underarms and catching the top of Sapnap’s ribs in the process.

“AH, FUHUHUCK– MIHIHINECRAHAHAFT, OKAHAHAY?!” He screamed out in agony, collapsing against the bed and breathing heavily the second George pulled his hands out. “Jehehehe– Jehehesus fuhucking Chrihihihist…”

George giggled at his words, rubbing his palms up and down Sapnap’s arms to soothe him, occasionally sliding them up to squeeze Sapnap’s shoulders firmly, helping him relax them and get rid of the tension he held there from everything.

“Everything okay?” George asked, using one hand to run through the back of Sapnap’s hair, scratching at his head and giggling as it made him melt almost instantly.

“Yehehes, I’m– I’m good,” He said with a long exhale, letting out the last of his leftover giggles.

“Good. Sit up,” George instructed as he pushed himself off him, reaching over where Dream was still comfortably resting to grab his water from the nightstand, holding it out for Sapnap to take a sip of. “Drink, idiot.”

“Your gross mouth has probably been on this thing,” Sapnap grumbled, a flustered frown still sitting on his face, but he gratefully drank the water anyway, clearing his throat and coughing when George put it back on the nightstand. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” George replied, smiling and cupping Sapnap’s face gently, rubbing his thumb over his flushed cheekbone.

Then, Sapnap swung his arm around George’s waist, throwing him down onto the bed with more force than even he anticipated, earning a yelp from George as he crashed against the mattress.

“SAPNAP!” Sapnap giggled, shoving himself against George, effectively manhandling him until he ended with his arms wrapped around George’s waist and his chest against George’s back, nuzzling into his shoulder from behind and squeezing him so tight he could’ve crushed him. “GET OFF ME!”

“No,” Sapnap replied, still giggling, only squeezing George tighter when he squirmed in his arms and kicked his legs.

“Ow!” George protested, shoving at Sapnap’s arms, though it didn’t really do much for him.

“C’mere, Dream,” Sapnap said, and Dream smiled and shuffled towards them, throwing one leg over both of George’s and one arm over both of their torsos.

“No, gross, get away from me,” George whined, with much less conviction now, keeping up the front regardless.

“You love us,” Dream said, voice slightly raspy from tiredness, speaking closer to George’s ear than he expected and making him flinch and giggle at the feeling.

“George, you know we could just, like, destroy you right now, right?” Sapnap asked, resting a hand flat on George’s ribs, making him squirm all over again, more frantic than before.

“No! No, no, absolutely not!” He protested, pushing at Sapnap’s arms and Dream’s chest and kicking as much as he could with Dream’s leg on top of his, but Dream simply grabbed his wrists and crossed them over each other, holding them both in one hand easily, his other hand migrating to George’s tummy. “NO, don’t! Don’t, don’t, you can’t, YOU CAN’T–“ He yelled, feeling Dream’s fingertips touch his skin where his shirt had been pushed up barely a few inches from the roughhousing, skittering over his sides and lower tummy. At the same time, Sapnap’s fingers sprung to life, pressing ever so slightly into the bones of his ribcage and making him wriggle around even more. “STOP! NO, STOP– it’s my birthday, it’s literally my birthday, you can’t do that! Those are the rules!” George protested, words rushed and fast and desperate, whimpering in relief when they both laughed and stopped their antics, returning to just squeezing him until he could barely breathe.

“Relax, you’re so dramatic,” Dream replied, and George stuttered over a reply, but ultimately decided he would rather not push his luck and simply rolled his eyes and scoffed instead. The room was silent for a while, before Dream eventually spoke again.

“What time is it?” He asked, and Sapnap reached into the pocket of his shorts to pull his phone out.

“5:37,” He answered, and Dream hummed in response.

“We can get up at, like… 6 to go to dinner?”