#switch!georgenotfound

The size difference between Dream and George were drastic, everyone could see that, both in height and width. Dream was broader than George and had almost six inches on him. The only thing George could use to his advantage half the time was his wit, quick comebacks to make Dream flustered, or he'd have to team up with Sapnap to over power him, because wether or not he'd admit it, Sapnap is crazy strong. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap was out for the day, the weather was nice so he went to the skate park so George was left to execute his plan by himself. He and Dream were sitting on his bed when George became a little antsy, normally he would text Sapnap to come in and they would go from there but George had to do it alone this time.

"Dreeeaam.." He drawled out, turning to face the blonde, he began to lace their fingers together infront of them, watching the way Dream’s fingers covered his whole hand and part of his wrist.

"You're being too quiet, it's boring me" George carefully climbed onto his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back, softly press his hands into the mattress just above his head. Dream stared up at him with wide green eyes, trying to figure out where this came from. He managed to get both sets of his fingers tangled in his one, using the now free hand to trace down the left side of his body.

"Gehohorge." He warns, flinching harshly at certain spots. He pulled his hands only to realize that the way George held his fingers made it a Chinese finger trap.

"You were boring me, so I made my own entertainment~!" George was quite proud of himself, he managed to get DREAM of all people, pinned by himself. He poked and prodded happily, going around his ribs, sides, tummy, and part of his hips. Dream squeaked and yelped, yet he never really pulled all that hard, that was until George poked his bellybutton through his shirt. Dream ripped his hands through George’s cleaver trap, grabbing him by his tiny waist, flipping them like he was rolling out of bed. Before George could fully register what had just happened, Dream had both his wrists in one hand in the same way he had his fingers.

"Uhh, Dream..?"

"You didn't seriously think you could get away with that did you~? And by yourself?! Oh George, you would've been better off waiting for Sapnap to come back~" George whined in the back of his throat, attempting to sink deep into the mattress to avoid Dream’s pointed, unwavering gaze.

"You ready Mr. I'm So Bored~?" George shook his head so quick his fringe landed on his forehead like bangs. He tugged on his wrist, getting way less leeway than Dream had when they were flipped.

"Yeah well I don't really care if you're ready George~ I wanna hear you scream~" George had just enough time to widen his eyes like saucers before Dream latched onto his ribs, digging his index finger into the top ones, his pinky into the bottom ones, his thumb into the middle ones, and his middle and ring fingers into the back ones. George did as Dream wanted, a scream ripped through his throat, he had never felt tickles on his ribs from every spot before, there was not one part of his right ribs that weren't being tormented. No matter how much George kicked, twisted, pulled, screamed, or begged, Dream would not let up. Watching George’s face darken in different shades of red and spread to his ears and neck, watching the tears form in his eyes, watching his hair stick to his forehead with sweat.

"DREHEHEAM STOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEASE THAHAHAHAT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" George screached after finally getting a quick breath. Dream paused for a second, humming like he was thinking while George heaved, trying to get as much air as possible.

"Mmmmm... no~" He started his hand back, switching to rubbing deep circles rather than digging as he leaned down to nibble at his other set through his shirt. George went from loud hysterical cackles to just straight screaming, his voice would cut in and out as he screamed incoherent words while waving his hands in their capture.

"DREHEHEHEHEAM!" George finally managed to land a knee hard enough to knock him off balance.

"StohohoOHOP PLEHEHEASE! Plehehehease Stohohop plehehehease, I'm sohohohorry, I cahahan't tahahahake thihihis anymohohohore!" Dream finally decided that George was officially tickled out, he released him, carefully rubbed his red ribs under his shirt, shushing him when he flinched.

“What?”, Dream asked. Sapnap only gestured past him. While Dream had no clue what he meant, George had his suspicions. He looked behind himself dramatically.

“Huh?”, he asked, a playful dumb-tone teasing at his voice.

“He’s still in your hoodie, like he just wears it all the time! For himself!”, Sapnap huffed.

“Well it’s not mine mine, he bought it himself.”, Dream said a little defensively.

The iconic Dream hoodie, of course. The 4XL black smile Dream hoodie George had bought while in England so he could tease Dream about having ‘his hoodie’.

“Why do you even care?”, George forced out a laugh and looked away. His embarrassment wasn’t hidden well, but the other two were used to the easily-flustered brit.

“You look ridiculous! It goes past your shorts! Or are you just pants-less right now?”, Sapnap threw up his hands. Dream wheezed.

Ever since George had moved in these instances of ‘arguments for arguments sake’ happen almost daily. George and Sapnap were like two cats that loved each other, but had these wired-in instincts to attack each other at any flick of a tail. It was always so out-of-the-blue to Dream, and endlessly entertaining.

“It does look like you’re not wearing pants George.”, Dream somehow managed between his wheezing laughter. He found nothing funnier in the world than his two best friends.

“I’M WEARING PANTS!!!”, George hollered at the two. His little fists were clenched at his sides and his cheeks were a heated pink. The teasing and laughter getting to him, apparently. The other two laughed more.

George pushed by Dream in a rush and bear-hugged Sapnap, forcing him to stumble further into the room.

“Hey! HEY!”, Sapnap squealed and twisted as George dug into his sides. George didn’t have the strength to pull him down and Sapnap didn’t have enough to throw him. Instead the two did an awkward giggly spin together that nearly brought Dream to his knees with how hard he was already laughing.

Dream followed the two into the living room and found the wall behind him. He settled against it and slid to the floor; cross-legged and comfortable as he watched his favorite show.

“George fuck off!!!”, Sapnap cried out. Laughter was slipping from his lips against his will as George nearly climbed up his back, tickling roughly at his back and sides. “No!”, he twisted and squealed again as the monkey on his back latched onto his hips and tickled mercilessly; no thoughts given to the safety of either of them. They crashed to the floor with matching shrieks of terror.

“George you idiot!!”, Dream called out. Sapnap had gotten the upperhand in the commotion and now had George pinned. They were both winded and filled with gasp-y giggles.

“Shut up!”, George whined towards the spectator.

Sapnap was straddling George’s waist and had a grip on both of his wrists, holding them between them. In the fall George’s Dream hoodie has risen up a little and now the other two could see he was wearing shorts after all. Pretty short shorts, but shorts nonetheless. Sapnap shook his head with amusement at the observation and released one of George’s hands. He latched onto his pale bare thigh and squeezed. George screamed.

“NOOO!!”, George wailed, quickly breaking down into hysterical laughter as he shoved at Sapnap’s chest. He wasn’t sure if he had ever been tickled on his legs like that without a fabric barrier and he immediately needed Sapnap to stop. “I’m gonna die! I’m gonna dieee!”, George shrieked. His laughter climbed up all the octaves as he panicked at the touch. Survival instincts kicking in fast. He managed to smack Sapnap’s hand away from his hypersensitive thigh.

“That’s not nice!”, Sapnap scolded him playfully.

George threw everything he had into Sapnap to get on top again; tickling his ribs roughly and grabbing him and twisting his way on top. Sapnap barely knew what happened before he was squealing and kicking at the floor on his back.

“George!”, he yelled, snapping his arms to his side and throwing his head back into laughter. George was now straddling his waist and digging into his hips with both hands. “Stahhp!!”.

“Get him Gogy!”, Dream called.

“Shut your…boyfriend up!!!”, Sapnap risked a tease and paid for it dearly as George ‘tsked’ and beckoned for Dream’s help. In an instant, Dream had collected Sapnap’s hands and pulled them up above his head. “I’m sorry!!!”, he squirmed desperately.

“Oh, Pandas.”, Dream coo’ed softly. He only busted out the nostalgic nickname at peak times to fluster the youngest. Sapnap flushed.

George wormed his hands all the way up Sapnap’s shirt and attacked his bare ribcage with clawed hands. Sapnap arched his back with a harsh screech, then collapsed into frantic cackling and wiggling. His feet pitter-pattered against the ground.

“Please!”, he peeped. It was the last word he muttered before giving himself over to the torture. Like this, he was useless. Pinned under his two best friends who knew exactly what to say and where to tickle to make him lose his mind. His thoughts muddled and he couldn’t even remember what stupid argument had started all of this. He shrunk under the two’s smirks and evil giggles. The laughter tore out of him uncontrollably. He jolted as George sent tickly shockwaves directly into his ribcage. He wailed as he felt the skinny fingers dig between each rib, searching for more sweet spots. One particular spot yanked an embarrassing squawk out of him and the other two laughed.

“Alright Georgie, maybe we shouldn’t kill him?”, Dream smiled softly down at his squirmy red-faced best friend. The younger didn’t even seem to register the words. Just squealing and laughing away. He looked back to George and was met with a frightening gaze.

“But, he’s so cute like this.”, George smirked. While the sentiment was technically sweet, his tone of voice and evil smirk revealed how targeted and purposeful the words were. Sapnap whined.

“Please!”, Sapnap gasped out. His voice shaky through the laughter. Wheezes were starting to lace through each new burst and Dream worried for his sanity. And lungs.

Dream suddenly released Sapnap’s hands and sat back into his cross-legged position. As soon as Sapnap felt the release he grabbed two handfuls of George’s ridiculously large hoodie and yanked him down. George could only squeak and be pulled along. Soon the two were locked in a more traditional wrestling match.

“Your boyfriend betrayed you!!”, Sapnap teased breathlessly. George let out a yell of protest and the two rolled across the living room floor, filled with giggles. Dream laughed fondly as he watched his two best friends tussle on the ground in front of him. With Sapnap’s energy sapped from the tickle torture they were much more evenly matched.

Dream made a mental note to grab Sapnap the exact same 4XL Dream hoodie so he could match George. He would openly protest, but he knew he would wear it.

The two flopped on their backs next to each other in front of Dream and played dead. Tongues out and everything. He reached down and attacked both their tummies with tickles, earning matching shrieks.

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“Do you want another pillow George?”

A small smile flickered over George’s lips, the view finder on Quackity’s camera perfectly capturing the American’s plan.

The two friends were having their first ever sleepover. And not only that, they had decided to share the experience with chat, using Quackity’s laptop as a makeshift stream set up in his hotel bedroom.

George was currently situated in his sleeping quarters for the night — ie. he was lying on the footstool. And with his face smooshed down into a pillow, and his bed sheets pulled up snugly over his shoulders, he was as comfortable as he could possibly be. Though even then there was only so much comfort that you could find in a footstool, and his constant complaints had finally got on the last of Quackity’s nerves…

He scrunched his shoulder’s up as the younger approached him from behind, fingers curling around his pillow, and his legs bending upwards in hopes of absorbing some of the impending attack. He squeezed his eyes shut as the view finder revealed the weaponised pillow being raised far above Quackity’s head, a few barked laughs erupting from him as it was slung, square into his back.

He giggled into his pillow, opening his eyes again only to realise that Quackity had lifted his weapon up for round two.

“StOp!! Noho don’t do it AGAi-ehehain!!” George yelled, turning into his pillow as the sweeping bed wear swung down into his back again. He was a little faster to open his eyes this time, but even then he was only just able to catch the pillow’s blur as it descended down towards him once again.

“nO!!” He yelped, shuffling just as the pillow made contact with him. “noho!! s-STOHoP!!”

He began rolling towards his apparently power-hungry friend, letting his legs slide off of the foot stool as yet another blow was sent into the back of his neck. This time however, instead of being lifted again for another blow, the pillow was tossed to the side, and squeezing fingers were suddenly felt tasering into George’s sides.

“NAAHHH NOHO!! NAHAHA QUAHACKITY STOHOP!!” George screamed, falling off the stool all the way, and attempting to scramble away from the attacking fingers.

“You want another fucking pillow George!?” Quackity taunted, a huge smile splitting his cheeks as he followed his friend down, kneading into his ribs, and giggling as they collapsed into the hotel floor, trapped in a mess of pillows and bed sheets.

“QUAHAHACKITY!!” George whined, cackling as he clawed into the carpeted floor, managing to somehow reunite with his pillow from earlier amongst the layers of white sheets — his saving grace.

In one swift motion he swivelled himself on the floor, using all of the strength left in him to sling the pillow up directly into Quackity’s face.

The younger took a few seconds to recover, and apparently that was all that George needed. The elder rose from the floor, a grappling hand and pillow at the ready. Quackity took a few instinctive steps back.

“Oh shit ohoho shihit!!” He giggled, quickly scanning the room and leaping onto his bed to fortify a defence against the now armed englishman. He stuck out his legs and arms out in front of him, ready to absorb any attack that his friend through at him. Although what he hadn’t accounted for, was for his shielding beanie to slip back on his head. He quickly rushed his hands up to fix it with a gasp, however while his defences were paused on standby, George’s approach was definitely not. A crazed look had settled snuggly in his dark brown eyes, a manic grin stretching the full length of his face.

“My beanie was about to fall off!!” Quackity desperately explained, his giggles increasing as George easily pushed past his defending knee-wall. “Mihihy beheheanie- NOHO“

“You better watch out!! You better hold it!!”George crowed, reaching out to pinch at the younger’s sides. “You better hold it!!”

Quackity let out a strangled yelp, his arms snapping down to his sides, but still managing to leave two fingers hooked over the hem of his beanie.

“NOHoho GeoHoHOrge!!” He giggled, falling back onto his duvet as George began kneading into his stomach. He attempted to wiggle himself away, but the older was quick to act and quickly leapt over his legs, pinning them to his mattress.

“NO-HO!!” Quackity shrieked, kicking his legs but falling into a bout of giggles as George hit a sweet spot over his belly.

“This is what you get! This is what you get!!”

“nOHO!! GeoHOhOrge my beheheanie!!” He cried.

He attempted to curl up once George moved to his ribs, cackles pouring out of him and filling his hotel room. His arms twitched and jolted as the temptation to let go of his beanie and fight back threatened to overcome him. But he knew that that would be a far too risky of a manoeuvre.

“You better hold onto it or it’s going to come off!!” George continued to tease, clearly noticing the younger’s struggles. He shot his hands up to quickly dig each each of Quackity’s armpits, earning a long wheeze from the traveller in response.

“GEOHOHORGE IHIHI CAHAN’T!!”

“Shouldn’t have tried to mess with me then!!” Quackity shook his head, tears of mirth forming in his eyes as George scratched and drilled into his pits. He managed to free himself enough to roll onto his side, curling up tightly to better defend his armpits. Though the action only better exposed his side to George, and more frantic cackles bubbled out of him as the older took advantage of it.

“GEOHOHORGE!!” Quackity cried, shaking his head and curling up as tightly as he could.

Thankfully, George didn’t continue for too much longer, and eventually he pulled his hands away from Quackity’s giggle-shaken body. He took a moment to admire the bright red hue on his giggling friend’s cheeks, watching proudly as they struggled to catch their breath through their residual giggles.

“I hahahate youhuhuhu…” Quackity giggled. George smiled smugly and scoffed, before swinging his leg back off from the smaller’s, and tottering back down to the camera.

“That’s what you get for messing with me.” He stated firmly, ensuring that chat understood the extent of his power. Quackity let out a giggly groan from his bed, taking several minutes longer to join George back on the foot stool again.

Only one of them would admit it in the end, but both of them truly adored the little moments like these that they were able to spend together. So much so in fact, that it was only mildly distressing for them to read through all the reactions to the clips of their tickle-turned pillow fight once the stream was over.

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it’s a drabble in my mind i’ll tell you that much /pos

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George rested his knuckles on Dream’s bedroom door, awaiting for any signs of movement that his three knocks might have stirred. He had given himself the task of waking up the sleeping blonde that afternoon, since Sapnap apparently gave no remorse to their once synced sleep schedules. The two of them had been awake for a full six hours now, and in that whole time, Dream had not emerged from his room once. And maybe it was the fact that George had lived across an ocean for the entirety of their friendship, but he could never understand why Sapnap and Dream had always refused to wake each other up. It just made no sense to him.

And so, as soon as a grunt was heard from the other side of Dream’s door, George let himself in, breaking the sleepy atmosphere that the room held with the sweeping air of the hallway. He allowed the door to swing open behind him, cringing a little at the creak it made, but eyes falling to the sleeping pile that the outside light revealed.

“Dream.” George whispered, carefully treading over the random assortment of laundry that littered the floor as he crept his way over to beside the blonde’s bed. No response.

“Dream.” He tried again, this time a little louder. He watched as the sleeper finally stirred, duvet shifting with him as he turned over to face the ravenette. George could just make out his drooping eyelids in the dim light that the outside hall provided.

“Huh..?” He mumbled, voice sounding cracked and tired.

“Dream!” George laughed, still ensuring to keep his voice quiet, so not to alarm his waking friend. “Wakey wakey Dreamie~” He cooed, giggling a little as Dream groaned, muttering out a few incomprehensible sleepy sentences.

“George.. What’s up..?” He mumbled, rubbing fists over his eyes and stretching out his body. He reached for his phone, squinting into the glaring screen as it lit up his tired face.

“You’ve overslept, I’ve come to wake you up.” George explained, watching as the blonde’s face dropped when he finally managed to make out the time. He groaned, flopping back down onto his stomach and burying his head into his pillow.

“Georrggee…” Came his muffled whine. “It’s only 2pm…”

“You’ve been sleeping for 15 hours!! You’re going to make us out of sync if you don’t get up soon!!” George defended, seating himself down next to his pouting friend.

Dream groaned again, curling away from the dip in his mattress, and burying himself further into his pillow. He understood his friend’s concern, he truly did, and he was grateful. But at the same time, no part of him wanted to be awake right now. His eyes stung, his head hurt, and the idea of leaving his warm, comfortable bed was just.. awful.

“Dreamie~ It’s time to get uppp~”

And yet, despite his discomfort, he still couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s playfulness, reaching out for his other pillow and slamming it firmly over his head.

George watched as the blonde disappeared beneath the pillow, rolling his eyes fondly and giving him a few pokes to the side to coax him out of hiding.

“Dream~”

“AHCK- Geohohorge!!!” Dream squawked, falling into a fit of squeaking giggles when George continued his prods. “stahahap!!”

“Come on Dream~ You have to come out of there eventually!!” George giggled, dodging around the blonde’s batting hands, adding his other hand to the playful attack. He watched as Dream squirmed into his mattress, stubbornly trying to keep his face buried in his pillow cave, but eventually twisting around to defend himself when his blind batting proved to be futile.

“There he is!! There’s the sleepy Dreamie~!”

“StaHAhaHAp youhuhu IDIhiHIot!!!” Dream giggled. George could just make out his fluster in the dim light, the teases forming on his lips to coo over it, but them being abruptly replaced by a yelp, as Dream managed to latch onto his wrist.

“Wait. Dream!!”

“Ihihi’ve gohohot yohuhu nohow Geohohorgie!!”

“Nohoho!! DREAM!!” George laughed, desperately wrestling away his hand from his giddy friend, standing up to gain leverage over the bed-ridden capturer. He attempted to peel the fingers off with his free hand, however Dream swiftly collected that up too.

“DREAM!!”

“Ihihihi’ve gohot youhu!!” Dream giggled again, bed hair tussled and the reflection from the hallway light practically dancing through his mischievous eyes.

“Let goho you gremlin- WAAHHH!!” George yelped as he was suddenly tugged towards his friend, the force of it spinning him on the spot, causing him to lose his footing and slip back onto Dream’s mattress. He landed with another yelp, giggling along with the blonde as he tried to scramble away, but gasping when two arms wrapped around his chest, pulling him back down.

“Dreheheam whahahat are you dohohing?!?!” He giggled, face flushing as he was pulled back into his friend’s chest, and the beginnings of anticipatory butterflies emerging in his stomach.

“I gohot you!!”

“Ok I gehet it!!” He laughed, rolling his eyes at the blonde’s excitement, but a huge smile still stretching stubbornly across his face. He attempted to peel his body away from Dream’s, rolling over to the side and craning his neck forward to avoid the flustering situation of resting his head against the younger’s chest.

“Let mehehe gohoho…” He whined, gasping sharply when he felt Dream follow his attempted escape, bursting into a fit of flustered giggles when a stream of air was blown over the back of his neck.

“My tuhurn now Gehorgie~”

“AHCk- S-stohohop!!” He squeaked, Dream’s low voice sounding from right beside his undoubtably red ear. He shook his head, the flittering of butterflies in his stomach now causing him to squirm on the spot. He promptly began to pry at the confining arms, still letting out tiny giggles as he did so.

“I’ve got you in my grasp~!!”

“Nohohoho!! Dream!! Thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair!!” He complained, giggles lacing the protest. He screeched as his fighting hands were scooped up by one of the blonde’s, them being held captive against his own chest.

“Shouldn’t have woke me up Georgie~”

“Dreheheam Ihihi’m sohohorry!! I’m sOHorR-NAHAHAHA!!”

George shrieked, his apologies being cut off as he felt one of Dream’s hands rest over his belly, each finger bent into a menacing claw. He began desperately tugging at his wrists, attempting to wiggle away from the threatening hand, but letting out a flustered whine when he realised that wiggling away meant wiggling back into Dream.

“Shouldn’t have woke me up and…” Dream paused, grinning like crazy when it coaxed a squeak from the ravenette, “tickled me~~” He sang, voice high pitched as his fingers came to life, scuttling over the ravenette’s t-shirt covered skin.

George squealed, burying his warm face into the pillow just as Dream had done earlier. His skin twitched and jumped at the light touches, the anticipation of rougher tickles swirling in his gut.

“Time to get my revenge~!!”

He gasped at the blonde’s insinuation, words of protest forming in his throat, but them being scooped up into a screech as Dream’s tapping fingers suddenly dug in.

“WAHAHAHIHIHIT DREHEHEAM!!!” He screamed, promptly falling into bright cackles, and legs kicking out into the bed spread. He desperately tried to roll out of Dream’s hold, however soon found that the further he leant forwards, the more the offending fingers were able to dig in, and so he was forced to remain trapped against the blonde’s chest. “StOHoHOhOp!!!”

“Where are you tryna go Georgie~??” Dream taunted, voice still high and playful. He leaned forward to blow a stream of air into George’s ear, marvelling at the shade of red that could just be made out in the hallway light.

“STOhOHohOP GEHEHT AwAHAhAY!!!!”

“I can see your rosey cheeks!!”

“DREHEHEAM!!”

The younger chuckled, moving to squeeze around at the ravenette’s exposed side, before using his thumb to drill into his bottom rib. George screeched once again, pulling his legs up and attempting to twist his way into the mattress to escape the tickly onslaught.

“Now where was that rib of yours~?” Dream hummed, feigning a reminiscing ponder. He began drilling up George’s ribs, adding a few pinches and scratches to each one. It was quite clear that one of them was producing a much higher reaction than the other ones… But quite frankly, Dream was in the mood to tease.

“It’s one of these ones isn’t it~?” He sang, kneading his thumb over a few chosen ribs, the golden one lying right in the middle of them.

“STAHAHAHAHAP!!!”

“Tell me which one~”

“NOHOHO!! sTahAHAP yOhoU’Re SOHohoHo aNNOHohOHoyIHinG!!” George cackled, his wide smile muffled into the pillow, along with his complaints. He attempted to sink over the side of the bed legs first, making great use of the fact that Dream’s legs were still trapped under his duvet, unable to prevent the escape.

“Annoying?!” He gasped at Dream’s challenging tone, a few high pitched giggles tumbling out of him even after Dream’s kneading paused.

Dream smiled cheekily, wrapping his arm around the escaping ravenette’s middle again and pulling him back into place, while simultaneously planting a large raspberry into the back of his neck.

“NAAAAAAAAA DREHEHEHEHEEAM!!!” George yelped, scrunching up his neck and arching his back in hopes of blocking out the vibrations that rippled over his skin. The feeling lingered over the surface of his neck even once the blonde stopped, causing light giggles to bubble out of him.

“You. woke. me. up!!!” Dream reminded, punctuating his words with a few pinches to the ravenette’s golden rib, each one producing a squeak from the older. “You’re the annoying one!!” He declared, switching to grind his knuckles into the specific rib instead, being careful not to press in too firmly so not to hurt his friend.

“YOuhuhu weHEre gohihihing tohoho mAHAHAke uhuhus OHOHOUT ohohof SIHIHYNC!!” George wailed, spasming at the new technique and curling into himself. He yanked at his arms again, screeching when another raspberry was planted into his neck.

“DREHEHEHEHEAM!!!!”

“We could’ve fixed it!!” Dream argued, giggling as the ravenette flailed in his hold. He allowed for his knuckles to slow, moving down to just tap over the side of George’s hip bones instead, most of which were hidden beneath the fold of George’s leg. The older squeaked at the spot change, his cackles dissolving into soft giggles and his squirming from before returning. “You could’ve just let me sleep in peace!!”

“Ihihihi wahahas bohohored!!” George giggled, his defending statement being half hearted as his concentration was sapped to focus on tucking his legs up to defend his hips.

“You woke me up because you were bored?!!?”

“Wahahahihihit noho no DREAM!! I didn’t mean-”

“You we’re just bored?!!?” Dream exclaimed, exaggerating his response to squeeze a few extra giggles out of the boy. He drilled his forefinger and middle finger into the crease of George’s hip, ignoring his desperate pleadings, and worming his way down until he reached the divot of skin beside the bone.

“Ihihihi’m sohohohorrihihyyy!!” George giggled out, twisting and turning on the spot as his stomach swirled in anticipation once again. His legs kicked out in instinct, but that only allowed for Dream more access the the sensitive area. He pulled George back, forcing him to lay on his back against him to prevent him from turning his hips away.

“You woke me up because you were bored, tickled me! And called me annoying!!??” Dream listed, marvelling at the hiccup laughter that even just light kneading evoked from his giggling friend. “I think I’m going to need more than just an apology from you, Georgie.”

George convulsed when the kneading picked up its pace, managing to hold off his giggles for only a moment, before yet another raspberry vibrated across the skin on his neck.

“AHAHAHA DREHEHEAM WHIHIHIHIHIHY!!??!” He screeched, flood gates opening and filling Dream’s room with loud bouts of cackles.

“That’s what you get for trying to hide your laugh from me.” The blonde giggled, drilling his thumb into the soft skin in George’s hips.

“YOUHUHU’re an iDIhIHIhiot DOHOHON’t!!” The ravenette demanded, trying his hardest to crane his neck away from a Dream again while his body convulsed involuntarily.

“Really George?!? Do you just insult me again?!!” Dream laughed in disbelief, replacing his drilling with squeezing, and moving up and down over George’s hips and sides. He was about to blow yet another raspberry against the babbling boy’s neck, when an idea hit him, one prompted by the slither of skin that had been revealed during George’s struggling on his tummy.

“You know what George? Since you’ve been so sensitive to raspberries today…”

George barely had time to process the blonde’s words, only just noticing that his hands were free from their grasp when they were flying down to push at Dream’s shoulder. The blonde had manoeuvred himself to be hovering directly over George’s now exposed belly, each arm pinning George in place, and him not budging in the slightest from the ravenette’s weakened defence.

“DREHEHEHEAM NOHOHOHO!!!” The prospect of getting a raspberry on his belly flustered George beyond belief, sending him into wild hysterics before Dream had even done anything.

“Ready Georgie~!!”

“NAHAHA STOHOHOP DREHEHEAM YOUHUHU- RAAAHAHAHA!!!”

“What was that Georgie?? What were you about to call me??” Dream taunted, spidering his fingers over George’s lower belly to build up the tension, lowering his head as he did so. “You’re getting all flustered~”

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHI’M NOHOT!!” George denied, his hands briefly coming up to soothe his warming cheeks, but the need to at least try to defend himself bringing them straight back down to Dream’s shoulder.

“And your laugh is so cute!”

“DREHEheheam StOhop YouHUhu’re dOHiHIhing this on PuHUHurpose!!” He whined, compromising with himself to plant one hand over his glowing face, while leaving one hand to defend.

“Look at the skin on your tummy George! It’s so excited that it’s jumping!!”

“DREHEHEAM pLEHEhease!!” George cried, the words from his teasing friend enticing a swarm of butterflies to release into his stomach.

“Threeeee~!!”

“NAHAHAHA DREHEAM!!”

“Twwwoooo!!”

“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHORRHIHY!!”

“One!!”

“DREHEHEAM!!”

George’s body convulsed, Dream’s lips making contact with his stomach and sending shockwave after shockwave through his nervous system, his skin prickling with ticklish energy, and his laughter tearing through his throat. He threw his head back, legs kicking and hands pounding into the springy mattress.

“DREHEHEAM I CAHAHAN’T!!”

Dream stopped once he heard the strain in George’s pleas, him pulling his head away and rubbing soothing circles into his friend’s shaking stomach. He watched fondly as George slowing relaxed back down to residual giggles, body all but melting back into the bed.

“Ihihihi’m nehehever wahahaking youhuhu uhuhup agahahin!!” George giggled out, his chest rising and falling as his lungs caught up on the gulps of air he had missed. Dream chuckled, pulling down George’s tshirt, and rolling back to lie on his own pillow.

“What are you two cuties doing?”

Both sets of eyes shot up to the direction of the imposing voice, finding Sapnap leaning against Dream’s door frame, a definite smirk being lit up amongst the shadows.

“Sapnap!” Dream spoke, George being too embarassed to get a word in, simply covering his face with a groan instead.

“Did you guys have a cuddle party without me??” Sapnap pouted mockingly, flicking on the bedroom light to reveal Dream’s squinting eyes, and George’s flustered state. “No! You guys had a tickle fight without me??!??” He corrected himself, eyes widening in disbelief, and chuckling when a subtle blush rose to Dream’s face, the corners of George’s leftover smile creeping out from beneath his hands. He wandered over towards the bed.

“He woke me up..” Dream defended sheepishly, sitting up as the brownette approached, his gentle pink hue remaining as he realised he was still in wrapped up in his duvet in his pyjamas.

“Yeah? So you tickled the crap out of him?” Sapnap teased, eliciting a scoff from George. He reached the side of the bed, marvelling over George’s disheveled outfit and ruffled hair. He could just make out his red cheeks through the gaps in his fingers.

“Well.. yeah..” Dream admitted sheepishly, shrinking away at the younger’s devious smirk.

“Looks like someone might need some help getting revenge hmm?”

Suddenly George’s hands were abruptly shed from his face. His complexion still blotchy and red from exhaustion, but his expressions showing nothing other than an excited smirk.

Dream was screwed.

🦙🦙🦙…

DID I WIN?!!?!