If The Shoe Fits
hello gamers đ¤
so. this fic actually has some hefty lore to it.
so me and @mushiewrites started talking like⌠2 days before the face reveal or something like that, and we grew a LOT closer on face reveal day when we watched the reveal/georges vlog together and talked about it. a day or two later, he had this Brilliant idea that he posted about in this concept here, and we brainstormed about the idea the same day. it was one of our first real brainrots together, and genuinely will always hold a special place in my heart for that reason alone
we both actually started writing the same concept on a discord call together, but neither of us ever made it around to finishing it, and time went on and on until now, 2 and a half YEARS later, since iâve started doing the few smaller fics of older concepts from 2021/22/23. mash all these factors together, and i present to you: the infamous Shoe Fic. please, hold your applause.
so, let this be a testament to mushie, and the wonderful friendship that weâve fostered since the birth of this concept. i couldnât be more grateful for everything theyâve done for and with me, and i hope we get to make millions of new concepts like this forever and ever <3 everyone go show mush your appreciation!!! and i hope you all enjoy the fic đĽ°
lee!dream, ler!george, 1.7k words
enjoy!!
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"Dream?" George said as he knocked on the door of Dream's office that was left slightly cracked open. He pushed the door open a little more, continuing as he did so. "Are you in here?"
"Yeah," a soft voice called from inside the room. "You can come in."
George pushed the door the rest of the way open, closing it behind him as he stepped into the room and caught sight of Dream, laying on his back on the twin bed against the wall. The thin black throw blanket was draped haphazardly over his thighs, one arm behind his head while the other held his phone in front of him, and his feetâ more importantly, his shoesâ rested at the far end of the bed.
âI thought I told you not to put your shoes on the bed,â George reprimanded lightly, walking over to the bed and smacking the sole of Dreamâs white sneaker, making him chuckle and roll his eyes playfully.
âOkay, mom,â 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 âmomâ fashion. âIâll make sure to do my homework and brush my teeth before I go to bed too.â
âYouâre such an idiot,â George replied with a smile, shaking his head fondly. He whacked the side of Dreamâs 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. âIâm being serious. Youâre gonna get the sheets all gross and dirty and germ-y.â
âOh, germ-y, huh?â Dream teased, kicking at Georgeâs hand, before unceremoniously turning over to lay on his stomach, crossing his ankles and returning to scrolling on his phone. âYou say that like I go outside.â
âYou went outside today.â
âTo our driveway.â
âWhich is outside,â George said, hiking one leg up to sit halfway on the edge of the bed. âAnd youâre gonna start going outside more nowâŚâ He continued, trailing off, the echo of ânow that Iâm here, now that weâre togetherâ that rattled his brain going unsaid.
âHmâŚâ 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 Dreamâs lower body, only snapping back to reality when he felt a weight settle on his calves, pinning his legs down with ease.
âWhat are you doing?â 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 Georgeâs 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.
âTaking your shoes off,â George answered, tone flat as he tugged on the laces of Dreamâs 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 Georgeâs presence alone.
His relaxation was interrupted by a sudden yelp as George slipped the second shoe off, when he accidentally grazed the sole of Dreamâs 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 didnât need to see his face to know the smirk on it was growing wider with each passing second.
ââŚWhat was that?â George asked, his amused tone confirming Dreamâs suspicions, only making his face flush even more.
ââŚNothing,â Dream replied, and the pitch of his voice indicated it was precisely anything other than nothing.
âAre you ticklish?â
âNo!â 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.
âDream,â He spoke with a low voice, making Dream squirm slightly under him, antsy before anything had even happened. âYouâre ticklish.â
ââŚMaybe,â Dream replied after a moment of silence, pushing himself up onto his hands. He twisted and turned, trying to see past Georgeâs 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. âGeorge?â
âHm?â
ââŚWhat are you doing?â
âThinking.â
ââŚThinking?â Dream asked, looking behind him again, and this time he saw George look over his shoulder and smile at him before turning back. âAbout what?â He tried, and he received no verbal response, but he felt fingers trail down the soles of both his feet instead. âOh, fuck, Georgeââ
âYou know what,â George replied, giggling as Dreamâs feet kicked and squirmed as much as they could underneath him, and he used one hand to press Dreamâs 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.
âNohohoho, câmohohon!â 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. âAHâ nahahahaha!â
âThis is incredible,â George said, mostly to himself, and he tightened his knees around Dreamâs ankles to hold them closer together, now scribbling his fingers over both feet at the same time. Dreamâs laughter kicked up a notch at that, curling his toes and squirming as much as he could.
âNahahaha, thihihis ihisnât fahahahair!â 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. âOKAHAHAY, stohop, stahahahap!â
âAre you gonna wear your shoes on the bed again?â George asked, his condescending and teasy tone only making Dream more flustered.
âNohohoho, nohoho! I wohohonât, I swehehear!â He caved, smacking his hand against the pillow below him and shaking his head wildly, making a mess of his curls even though George wasnât looking.
âGood. Say youâre sorry,â George demanded, his smirk once again audible in his voice.
âFuhuhuck OHOHOFF!â
âNo, youâre gonna say âGeorge, you were right, I was wrong, Iâm sorryâ or Iâm never gonna stop tickling you.â
âNohoho!?â He protested, shoving his face in the pillow, butterflies swirling in his tummy at Georgeâs assertiveness. Georgeâs 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. âAHAHAHA, Geohohohorge! Stahahahahap!â
âYou know what you have to do.â
âOKAHAHAHAY, okahahay! Lehehet me breheheathe!â Dream pleaded, and George granted him a little bit of mercy, cupping his hands around the middle of Dreamâs feet and pressing them down into the bed, making sure he couldnât squirm to fight off the ghost tickles. Then, he curled his thumbs, tracing his nails slowly up and down Dreamâs soles, still tickling but making sure Dream could speak through his laughter. âFuhuckâŚâ Dream took a breath, picking his head up from the pillow and resting it on his arm again. âYohohou were rihihight, fihine, you were rihihight.â
âAnd?â
âAnd youâre stuhuhupihid,â He groaned, and George immediately dug in under his toes again, making him squeal and arch his back. âNAHAHAHAâ I wahahahas wrohohong! Iâm sohohohorryâ IâM SOHORRYHYHY, Geohohorge, plehehehease!â
âThatâs better,â 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 Dreamâs 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 Dreamâs thighs instead. âYou alright?â
âMhm,â Dream hummed, and George could see the smile on his face. âYou tired me out, though.â
âGood,â 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 Georgeâs 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. âYour face is so dumb.â
âYeah, you love it,â Dream teased, scrunching his nose up at George, who shook his head and rolled his eyes fondly. âI need a nap.â
âYeah?â
âYeah⌠and so will you,â Dream said, and suddenly his arms were around Georgeâs waist and he was yanked down onto the bed. Before he could even process the words, he was trapped between Dreamâs body and the wall behind him, one leg pinned under Dream and the other curled around him, and there were fingers digging into his sides and ribs like it was all they knew how to do. George squealed, fighting back as much as he could, but any plan he could come up with to escape was unsuccessful.
Needless to say, Dreamâs forgotten shoes on the floor would stay there for quite some time.















