#lee!dream

“Are you thinking of that song Dream recorded earlier?”, Sapnap asked and pushed himself up a little so he could smile down at George. The youngest was in the middle of the three.

“Yeah. Dream, can you sing it again?”. Dream scrunched up his nose at the idea, still staring up at the sky.

“I don’t have my guitar out here.”, he whined.

“Please?”, George asked quietly, in the most unfair way. Sapnap settled back down on the blanket they all shared.

“…Crank it up, back it up, bring it on home. Supper on the table, then I eat me a bite. Then we snuggle on the porch by the pale moonlight. A little bit of me and you doin’ all right. A little bit of life…”, Dream trailed off and cringed, already feeling what was about to happen. Sapnap and George burst into giggles.

As much as they teased him, he couldn’t live without this. Their little hysterical giggles floating around the wispy black night. Dream’s chest panged with affection. His idiots.

Sapnap had definitely chosen the wrong spot to lay, though. Dream quickly rolled over on top of him and slipped his hands up his shirt. Before Sapnap could react, he was tickling his sides. The younger squealed and twisted as much as he could.

“Brat.”, Dream muttered.

Sapnap threw his head back and burst out laughing. He tugged on Dream’s arms, but his strength was nothing against him.

George sat up, full of giggles. Dream flashed him a sneaky grin before jumping his hands up to Sapnap’s ribs to make him scream.

“I’m sorry!”, he cried.

In a flash, Dream tackled George down next. The smaller boy screamed in terror and started thrashing like his life was in danger. They ended up with George face down in the grass with Dream straddling his back. George pushed himself up, but Dream slipped his hands under his shirt and wedged his hands into his armpits. George crashed back down to the grass, shrieking with laughter.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!”.

~•~

It took a minute for everyone to calm down, but it wasn’t long before they were back on the blanket and snuggling like Dream hadn’t just turned on both of them. He was laid in the middle with his arms behind his head. Both boys laid on either side of him and let their heads rest on his broad chest.

Dream hummed softly; the song stuck in his head. It wasn't exactly like the usual songs he covered on his YouTube channel, but the wording had been caught in his head for months before he recorded it today. It was bouncy and made him want to drag George and Sapnap out dancing. Force them to dress up in cute outfits so he could show them off to the others in town.

It’s not like they never left the farm together…but it was rare. Sapnap was the only one to venture into town regularly; going to church every Sunday morning. A few times now they’ve taken their dog Parches to the vet and they’ve never been questioned about the three male names on the forms.

It wasn’t like they were hiding their relationship, but surely it wouldn’t be smart for them to be so brazenly poly in their country town? This was Texas after all. It could be fine. It could.

Dream sighed gently and looked down at the two heads laid against his chest. It's not like he cared what others thought. More than anything, he just didn’t want to bring any unnecessary negativity into this great thing they had. It had taken so much work and painful time to finally be together. George especially had struggled, stuck in England for so long while Dream and Sapnap were here.

He zoned out for a bit as he fought off the sad memories trying to worm their way to the front of his mind.

~•~

“I want a kiss, please.”, Dream said. That would clear his mind.

Sapnap and George both whipped around and knocked their heads together.

“Hey!”, George shouted.

“Move! I’m gonna kiss him first!”, Sapnap pushed George. Dream giggled as they wrestled almost completely on top of him. It hurt a little, but they were too stupid and silly for it to matter.

“I want to kiss him!”, George yelled and then grabbed Sapnap into a headlock. The both tumbled to the ground in a fit of giggles.

Dream’s laughter boomed out of him and into the darkness of the night. It stunned the other two; the sound.

“Idiots…”, he giggled. George and Sapnap crowded him quickly and smothered him in love together.

~•~

“You’re insane.”, George huffed. His face was beat red and he refused to look at either of them, or the outfit Dream was holding out to him.

“It’s just for us! No one else will see!”, Sapnap insisted. “It would be so cute!”.

“I don’t understand why you guys even want to see me dressed like that.”, George hid his blushing face in both of his hands. Dream and Sapnap grinned at each other excitedly.

See, George was stubborn. Very. So him even staying in the same room as them after making the suggestion was telling. He wasn't saying ‘no’. He was just flustered.

Dream handed the outfit to Sapnap and slid up behind George.

“Baby, you’re so pretty for us. Let us dress you up, okay?”, Dream purred the words right underneath George’s ear. The flustered boy shivered.

“This is so embarrassing…”, George whispered into his hands.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”, Dream nosed against George’s sensitive neck.

George was afraid his legs would give out. Before he could turn to jelly, he broke away with an angry huff.

“Fine!”.

~•~

George thought he was embarrassed before. Dream and Sapnap’s faces when he had walked out of the bedroom in the ridiculous outfit had set loose a flock of butterflies in his stomach. They coo’ed over him as they walked together through the farm. George couldn’t bring himself to smile as he posed for the endless pictures, but Dream and Sapnap’s praise let him know that was fine. He wondered if his blush would ever fade at this point.

“So, I’m your cowgirl?”, George asked.

“No. More like our…femboy cowboy.”, Sapnap decided. George choked.

He didn’t hate it…

But Dream and Sapnap didn’t need to know that.

The jean shorts were short and tight. The plaid red top was tied across his chest, leaving his tummy on display. He had a cowboy hat dangling down his back with a string around his neck and cowboy boots that went up to his knees.

George felt pretty. Actually, he felt hot. And embarrassed. And vulnerable. It was a strange mixture of being dressed up like he was nothing but a doll or toy, but admired so sweetly. He often found himself feeling that way when it came to his two boyfriends.

Only Dream and Sapnap can find that sweet spot for George. Where he can still completely trust them even when trying things that scared him or left him ungrounded. George would do things with the sole purpose of making the other two happy, but always found himself happy too.

George hopped up on the fence. He closed his eyes, tilted his head, and smiled sweetly. He was kicking his legs softly and holding himself up straight with his hands gripping the fence on either side of him. If he was going to be fawned over, he might as well put on a show. Still, the blush on his cheeks and the fluttering butterflies in his tummy refused to leave.

“You are gorgeous…”, Dream whispered. George giggled.

“So pretty…”, Sapnap nodded. George opened his eyes and waved away the compliments, giggling.

Dream stepped in close and George spread his legs to make room for his body. His giggles calmed quickly and he put his hands on Dream’s large chest. A spark of excitement shot up his spine at the size difference between them. He tapped the heels of his boots against the fence and blushed harder as he waited for Dream to make the first move.

“Mine.”, he whispered before moving in to capture George’s lips. George melted instantly and had to grip Dream’s shirt to avoid collapsing. The kiss was slow and firm, possessive. Dream’s large hands grabbed George by the waist and pulled him closer. The touch to his bare skin made George shiver.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Dream pulled away, but George looked like a beautiful mess. He set his eyes on Sapnap and hoped on everything he had that he would kiss him next.

He squeaked as Sapnap rushed in and grabbed his face. The kiss had more energy. George whined and tugged Sapnap’s shirt like he could get him closer.

The love in his heart for both of them was impossible to ignore. It panged in his chest loudly and clawed up his throat, desperate for George to say words he didn’t know how to.

George was breathless when Sapnap pulled out of this kiss. Suddenly, he couldn’t look at them. They made him so weak.

He shrieked as he was suddenly pulled off the fence and spun through the air.

“Dream!”, he cried through a flurry of giggles. In a flash, he was pinned down in the grass. The look in their eyes…he knew that look. “Wait!”.

“Too cute…”, Sapnap murmured as he sank to his knees next to Dream and tickled into George’s bare stomach. He screeched with laughter. Dream coo’ed and kept his arms pinned so Sapnap could have free reign.

George felt like he had been wound up tightly in his embarrassment and now he was unraveling. The playful fingers dancing against his bare skin felt like they were reaching deeper to tease his nerves directly.

Sapnap dove down and nuzzled into his bare stomach, George squealed and kicked up the grass. His skin lit up at the affection and drove hysterical giggles from him.

“Our pretty Georgie.”, Dream teased. “Cute enough to eat.”. Sapnap hummed in agreement, then nibbled across George’s shaky stomach. George screamed. “Jeez, he’s worked up, huh?”.

“Stop! Please, not that! Sapnap!”, George begged shamelessly. He wouldn’t survive.

Sapnap only giggled and grabbed George’s squirmy hips, then went right back to nibbling. The older boy was helpless. He threw his head back and cackled wildly with laughter. The ticklish nibbles attacked his sides and stomach, and there was nothing he could do to stop them.

Again, he felt like a toy. Sapnap pressed a few sweet kisses to his bellybutton and he squealed. Still, he was admired like this. Drowned in love and affection.

A raspberry to his bellybutton had him screaming again and the other two laughed as he scrambled in place uselessly.

He wasn’t going anywhere until they had their fill.

~•~

“Thank you for letting us dress you up, Georgie.”, Dream smiled.

“Whatever.”, George huffed and refused to look at either of them as they walked back to the house together. Sapnap giggled and bumped against Dream.

To anyone looking on, they would probably only see George’s annoyance. But, Dream and Sapnap could feel his love and affection in every eye roll and little stomp of his cowboy boots.

Art is by @mushyruuu-art 💙💙💙

All three boys had their days where they just felt a little silly for some reason. Dream referred to his as zoomies, George referred to his as feral moods, and Sapnap referred to his as possessions, saying that he felt like it wasn't fully him but something crazier with an itch to get it's hands on something... or someone. Sapnap had gone to the gym when he woke up in that mood, trying to work it out or tire himself to the point where he can no longer think about it. However, it didn't work, on his drive home, he felt his mood get worse somehow. His fingers twitching against the steering wheel as he pulled into the garage, he had texted George that he was in one of those moods and nothing was helping so he had a feeling he was hiding. He walked into the house, dropping his gym bag and toeing off his shoes, he immediately saw Dream, standing in the living room with his back to him. Sapnap felt like something had taken over him, next thing he knew he was on Dream’s back.

"WHAT THE F- Sap?! Jesus! Why-?" Dream could barely get a full sentence out before Sapnap dug his fingers into his armpits, tearing a scream laugh out of Dream, leaning over so Sapnap was basically laying on top of his back.

"WHYHYHYHYHY!?" He cried, wheezing as Sapnap reached down to squeeze just under his bellybutton, causing his legs to buckle and collapse to the floor.

"I have been itching for this all day Dream! Woke up possessed by the tickle monster or something." He said calmly, like he wasn't tickling the air out of Dream’s lungs. The blonde kicked and thrashed around the living room floor, the spread of all ten fingers vibrating into his belly had him bordering on seeing stars.

"STOHOHOOHOP STOHOHOP! GEHEHEHOHOHOHORGE IHIHIHIS IN THEHEHEHEHERE!" Dream cried out desperately, flinging his finger to the coat closet, gasping loudly when Sapnap paused entirely.

"You're not lying are you? If you are and this is a ploy to get away I will just raspberry you until you are nothing but a puddle of sweat and tears." He warned, Dream shook his pink face rapidly, shaking his hand to the closet. Sapnap stood up slowly moving to the closet, ripping the door open to find George in the corner covering his mouth.

"Dream you traitor!" He shrieked as Sapnap dragged him out of the closet.

"I'm sorry George! He was gonna kill me if he went any longer, I couldn't do it!" Dream attempted to defend, George was too busy screaming and thrashing to listen. Screaming laugh filled threats as Sapnap pinned him on his front and dug into his back ribs.

"IHIHIHI'M GOHOHOHOHOING TOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUCKING KIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!"

"Me or Dream? Either way I don't believe... like at all." Sapnap chuckled from his place on George’s hips, rubbing both his knuckles up and down his ribs in opposite directions.

"FUHUHUHUCK! FUHUHUCK FUHUHUCK FUHUHUCK! STOHOHOHOP DOHOHOING THAHAHAHAT! SHIHIHIHIHIT REHEHEHEHEHED!" Sapnap backed off immediately, watching George curl up tight, gently holding his ribs since they were aggressively tingling.

--

"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.

No bc we all know that sapnap is cocky af always, regardless of if he’s unevenly matched or not, so it’s no surprise when he drags dream and george into the home gym with 100% confidence that he’ll beat both of them easily. But when he’s suddenly cornered by the two of them, he’s scrambling to rip his gloves off so he has an opportunity to at least try and fight back

this only draws attention to them, and dream’s wrapping his hands over the velcro around sapnap’s left wrist before he even realizes what’s happening. dream tugs him roughly, spinning sapnap around and crowding him from behind, and most importantly, grabbing sapnap’s free wrist. now, dream is towering over him from behind, stretching sapnap’s arms into the air and leaning in so his stubble brushes against sapnap’s ears as he teases him about how small he is; about how powerless he is “What are those, kids sized gloves?” “i didnt know they made boxing equipment for toddlers!” “why is your face so red, sap?”. and while dream focuses on making his face warm up to a dangerous degree, the only thing in sapnap’s view is a very giggly george, standing just inches in front of him. he’s suddenly very aware of how tiny he is between them, and sap’s mind blanks at the thought. he swallows thickly and does the only think he can think to do

Sapnap starts begging, pleading, both cursing and proclaiming his love for them at the same time - anything he can think of to get them to back down. But instead george reaches an arm out and pokes into sapnap’s lower ribs on the right, making him jolt into george’s waiting hand on the other side that sapnap hadn’t noticed before. The two laugh along with sapnap’s squeals as he wiggles back and forth between george’s hands, making the pokes a little more harsh each time his hands connect with sap’s body. his hands are balled into fists inside the boxing gloves, tightening at every quick jab into his ribs. But when sapnap tries to flex his fingers to dispel even the tiniest bit of ticklish energy he’s experiencing, he finds that he can’t, and he panics even more through his frantic giggles. George starts to scratch and squeeze at the warm skin under sapnap’s shirt, right along his sides, but only every few times, driving him insane at the idea of not knowing when the tickling is suddenly gonna get so much worse. sap tries to keep his eyes open long enough to watch george’s hands, trying to anticipate the next move, but his lil puffy cheeks get in the way from laughing too hard, and he fails miserably.

At this point, dream and george are teasing him, but sapnap has no idea what they’re saying. Dream has sapnap’s arms lifted so high into the air that he’s basically balancing on the toes of his sneakers, and george is rubbing his knuckles into sapnap’s ribs with a force so hard he thinks he sees god. Eventually, sapnap is kind of just dangling there, laughing deliriously as george so lovingly tears him apart, so dream loops his forearms under sapnap’s biceps, shifting positions and holding him up that way, making it almost easier for george to continue his reign of terror on sapnap’s poor lil ribs ):

(…also the whole “in a pin he freaks the f out 'oh my god i cant move this is it for me why is all my strength gone' and then you add TICKLING??? i think it just might kill him... idk there’s really only one way for dream and george to find out” thing wtf i’ve been thinking about this wording nonstop for days…….anon…….pls anon……..anyway...)

By the time they let him go, sapnap’s face is drenched in tears and sweat, his hair is stuck to his forehead, he’s bright red, and he’s mad (well, he pretends he is. In reality, he actually loved every minute of his torture <3). He starts swinging at whoever is closest to him, who happens to be george, and george is cackling, running away from him and hiding behind dream, still egging sapnap on even as dream is holding him back from literally ripping george to shreds.

When sapnap calms down, dream teases him playfully, poking at him and making fun of how “small and pathetic” he looked getting wrecked to pieces in the boxing gloves. So sapnap challenges him to take his place. dream grabs his boxing gloves from one of his long lost hobbies many moons ago and lets sap get into position behind him. Sapnap wraps his arms around dream’s elbows, pulling them closer together so that dream’s arms are pinned behind his back, and successfully pushing out dream’s torso because of their awkward height difference. George doesn’t give him the chance to balance himself.

his hands are immediately under dream’s shirt, skittering over the center of his tummy and making dream stumble back against sapnap, almost bringing the two of them down to the ground. Sapnap repositions them, and in retaliation george starts to lightly pull at the bottom edge of dream’s bellybutton with his pointer finger, keeping his free hand skittering along the lower part of his tummy as he did so. And when george still wasn’t satisfied with the level of desperation in dream’s laughter, he leaned down and started nibbling into the dip of dream’s waist, sending him into hysterics. Apparently the combo proves to be too much for dream, because his knees completely give out, and in less than five minutes, the big scary ler is a crumpled lil mess of giggles and tears on the gym mat floor. He apologizes profusely to sapnap in exchange for mercy <3

now…George is the weakest of them all, and he knows it, so he darts out of the gym immediately after dream falls to the ground. He hides from them for the rest of the night, knowing they’re both undoubtably planning his demise - he’s the one who tickled the life out of both of them, afterall. So, of course, the next day he’s on edge around them. wincing whenever one of them brushes their hand along his back when they walk by him, or when they creep up on him from behind, just having fun with the anticipation of it all. And the worst part? having to listen to the two talk about him like he’s not even there. “Can you imagine george in that position? He’d never survive!” “No, he definitely wouldn’t. You’ve seen how useless he is when he’s tickled normally, what’s he gonna do when he’s completely helpless?”. and it builds for daaaays, until george is about to be super brave and ask them outright to wreck him, to just get it over with, but decides against it. He knows better.

they bombard him a week later, though, after george is practically vibrating with nerves and going crazy with anticipation. they hold him down against the mats, kneeling on either side of george. they each take a hand, shoving a boxing glove onto each one as george fights them the entire time. after they finally secure them, dream and sapnap dig into the muscles of george’s ribs and inner thighs until he’s screaming, crying, pleading, begging, banging his useless little fists into the ground (and into dream and sapnap) as hard as he can <3