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mushiewrites · 2 years ago

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Love Letters

Decided last night that I wanted to write something for Valentine's Day and came up with a few scenarios before I decided on this one. I think this idea is adorable and I love dnf and so naturally I had to write them in this situation together 🥰

George decides to do something special for Dream for their first Valentine’s Day, but is interrupted when the blonde accidentally walks in on George when he’s working on it. Dream sees it’s unfinished and decides to help

(lee!George / ler! Dream : 4.8K words)

writers note / content warning: pretty nonchalant shipping of dnf (considering it's valentines day I cant control myself)

George groaned in annoyance as he flinched for the fourth time, the marker he had been using so carefully turning his circle into a giant ‘P’ across his skin. He dropped the marker next to him and grabbed the wet washcloth he had brought into his room in case of something like this happening during his little project. The cloth was cold and he winced as he scrubbed at the line, biting his tongue and trying his best to keep his giggles in as he watched the black ink slowly disappear from the ball of his foot.

It was Valentine’s Day and the brunette had come up with a rather interesting gift to give Dream. He thought about it a lot during the weeks leading up to the big day, never having a Valentine to spoil before. Of course, George had put together a huge basket of Dream‘s favorite things - his favorite candy, some Sooner’s merch, some dumb little minecraft surprise boxes, and even his own crunchy ice maker for him to keep in his room. But there was one more thing that George had decided to do for Dream for Valentine’s Day to make sure it was an unforgettable one.

The big surprise was one that came to him randomly one day when he found a stray sharpie under his bed. He started drawing patterns along his hands and arms out of boredom but quickly realized how tickly the felt tip was against his skin. George, not fully knowing where he pulled the idea from, decided he would draw hearts all over himself for Dream to find later. There was an added twist though - he would mark all of the tickle spots that Dream claimed were his favorite, going as far as to mark off tiny extra sensitive spots as well.

He had decided to start with his foot. It was an easy enough spot to draw on comfortably without having to contort his body too much. However, as he began to draw he quickly realized how much he had underestimated the amount that the sharpie would tickle him. The flinch was practically immediate. He let out a squeal, toes curling and eyes going wide due to startling himself with such a big reaction. George wasn’t expecting to be this affected, but he was determined to press on anyway.

“This is a mess.” he mumbled to himself a few minutes later, sighing as yet another ‘P’ was formed when trying to redraw the circle. George growled slightly as he leaned in closer to his foot, using his free hand to hold around his toes to keep his own foot still. Before he wiped off the unwanted line across the middle of his foot, he admired the work he had gotten done.

His foot was covered in hearts and words, some saying “i love you” or “happy valentine’s day!!!” while others had more focus on spots. “Danger zone” for example was written right under his toes, a known death spot that makes him scream and sometimes even cry. A circle was drawn over the ball of his foot with a huge “scratch here!” written inside of it, the ink smeared and letters messy due to him struggling to write on that spot in the first place. George turned his head slightly to the left, reading “nails not welcome here!!!” over the arch of his foot, a sarcastic remark on a well known tactic that Dream loved to use on George there to make him shriek. Between all the spots he had drawn hearts, little ones to big ones wherever he could fit over the area he had already covered.

A flustered whine broke through his held in giggles, opening the dam to even more whines and squeaks as he once again rubbed off the black marker from his foot. He had finally finished writing on the ball of his foot, and this time it had been right above George’s heel which Dream knew was a more sensitive area. He was about to bring the marker back down, planning on drawing a tickly spiral along his heel when he heard a knock on the door. George scrambled to grab the lid but flung it off his bed in a flustered frenzy, eyes essentially the size of saucers as the door flung open, his boyfriend entering the room with a bright smile.

“Hey George, I wanted to see if you- ….what are you doing?” Dream had begun talking the minute the door closed behind him, pausing when he saw the open sharpie and the now black stained cloth on the bed. He watched as George fought with the blankets to shove his feet under them, unable to pull them out from under him fast enough and giving up with a sigh. The elder felt a pang of nervousness in his chest that made him freeze his movements as he watched the blonde raise an eyebrow, his smile going from sweet to full on cruel, sending a shiver down his spine. “Are you hiding something from me~?”

“No! I-I’m not!” George was slightly panicking as Dream made his way over to the bed and sat down by his legs. He watched as the younger boy picked up the sharpie, smirking as he leaned his hand down to draw a line on the top of George’s right foot. He squealed and pulled his foot away but it was too late; Dream had seen the writing on the bottom of his foot.

“What was that?” A curious grin spread across Dream’s face, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he watched George pull his knees to his chest and place both his hands over his feet.

“Nothing!” He knew he answered too quickly for it to mean nothing, and he knew that Dream knew that, too. A hand was on his wrist suddenly, lightly pulling to try and remove the barrier that George had created to hide the secret. They locked eyes for a moment before Dream grabbed his other wrist, lightly pulling on that one as well.

“It’s clearly something, baby, now let mehehe see!” Dream was laughing now, light giggles dancing through the air as George continued to struggle in his hold with flustered little whines and protests. The blonde rolled his eyes and decided he was patient enough, finally using his strength to move George’s wrists into one of his hands. He used the free one to grab at George’s ankle, pulling it slowly towards himself until the smaller boy's leg was straight against the bed.

“Oh Georgie, what’s this?” The brunette could hear the amusement in Dream’s voice as he shoved his face in his own shoulder to hide the growing blush that was spreading across his cheeks.

“Mmm!” Was George’s response, an embarrassed little protest escaping when he felt his ankle being pulled into Dream’s lap. He pulled at his wrists with all his strength while he attempted to yank his leg free from Dream’s grip, but he was simply too strong. “No! Dream, don’t!”

“Why not? You don’t wanna share your little art project with me, George?” Dream lifted George’s ankle slightly, making George gasp and pull his head from his shoulder to see what he was doing. To his horror, Dream was staring intensely at the marks on his foot. He could feel his face getting warmer, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. “Oh my gosh, look at this, baby! You really started to mark specifics, didn’t you?”

This was met with a long, flustered groan. George watched as he inspected his foot, way more intensely than the brunette would’ve liked.

“I can’t believe this! I mean, look! You labeled ‘danger zone’ on one of my favorite spots! And look at the hearts, George! And here, where it says ‘no nails allowed’?” George felt a nail wiggle on his arch for a second, letting out a yelp as he shook his head and pulled at his leg. “Of course nails are allowed here! They work so well!”

“Noho! S-Stop looking!” The elder whined through his giggles, trying to push his leg back down as Dream tilted his head to see the writing better. The blonde’s eyes met George’s again, a half smirk on his face at the smaller boys struggling.

“Oh right, I forgot,” Dream started, chuckling as he set George’s foot back down to rest on his thigh, a hand still tight around his ankle so that George couldn’t move it. He finally released his hold on George’s wrists, watching in amusement as the hands shot forward to try and grab at Dream’s hands but whining when he realized he couldn’t reach them. “You get flustered when I look at you here for too long, don’t you baby?”

A swipe of Dream’s finger under his toes followed his question, making George squeal and slam his hands against the covers to release the pent up energy from his nerves. He used his hands to push himself off the mattress briefly, lunging forward to cover his own foot but being stopped by one of Dream’s hands pushing at his chest and making him sit back again.

“Shut up! Thihis isn’t fahahair Dream!”

“Oh c’mon, Georgie, we both know you love it when I don’t play fair.”

“Nnh! N-No!”

George was pulling at Dream’s arm closest to him, trying his hardest to dislodge at least one of his hands. But he was once again reminded of the younger boy’s strength as he was unable to move him even an inch.

“Really though, George, if you get so flustered at me looking at your foot, what did you plan on doing when you were finished and needed to show me? Hm?” He watched George’s mouth fall open slightly, clearly at a loss for words at the question.

“I…I didn’t think that far ahead, okay?!” The defensive tone in George’s voice somehow made Dream’s smile even wider, sensing how flustered this situation was making his partner.

“Oh my God, you’re so adorable,” George blushed a shade of deep red at that, Dream mumbling under his breath but the elder catching the words anyway. The blonde suddenly lit up and leaned forward quickly, causing George to jump and shrink away before he realized Dream wasn’t actually grabbing for him, but the sharpie next to him. “Look! You left the marker open for me to help finish your project!”

“NO! Noho, Dream! Don’t! Do not!” He lunged forward once more, grabbing for the sharpie and growling when Dream’s hand pressed against his chest to keep him where he was. “Love, p-please, you knohow I can’t!”

“Sorry, baby, this is too good to pass up. Besides! This was my Valentine’s Day present anyway, right?” The teasing tone in Dream’s voice made goosebumps appear on George’s skin, clearly flustered at his words. “I wanna help you finish it! That would be the best present. So c’mon, pretty boy, let me.”

George swore he felt his brain melt, dropping his head down onto his knees. Dream was playing dirty. That was a pet name reserved only for the times that Dream wanted to catch him off guard, knowing that particular phrase hit him the hardest. He racked his brain for something, anything, that would knock the blonde down a peg. A name popped up in his head and it was out of his mouth before he even thought of the possible consequence this could lead him to.

“Well…you’re just a puppy!”

Dream whipped his head in George’s direction, face pink from the sudden use of his special pet name, lips pressed together in a tight line while he adjusted his grip on the elder’s ankle. There was a certain silence filling up the room, one that George unfortunately knew very well. A silence that told him he definitely fucked up.

“Yeah? Am I?” A slightly heated voice finally choked out after what felt like years, startling George and making him jolt. He felt his breath hitch, feeling Dream’s stare even though he himself was staring down at the blanket like it was the most interesting thing in the room. “Do you know what you are?”

There was a squeeze to his ankle, Dream clearly impatient when he received no reply from the older boy. George squeaked at the tightness of his grip, his leg twitching as he shook his head back and forth.

“That’s fine! I can tell you then,” A hand was suddenly gripping George’s jaw, forcing his chin up so that Dream could look him in the eyes. “According to this lovely map you started for me, it seems like you are very, very ticklish.”

With his eyes squeezed shut, George attempted to shake his head out of Dream’s grasp, whining when he felt it tightening to hold him in place. After another second he heard his boyfriend let out a high pitched giggle, releasing his jaw and moving to replace the hand that was on his ankle so he could pick up the sharpie he had placed on his thigh.

“No? Well, I’m going by this,” The older boy barked out a surprised laugh as Dream poked in the center of his arch. “And it would seem that you are.”

As he opened his mouth to argue, he let out a shriek instead. Dream had chosen this exact moment to drag two nails up and down the arch of his foot, causing George to fall back into the pillows behind him as he squirmed.

“Nohoho! P-Plehehease! Mercy!” He pulled on his leg the hardest he could but it just wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard he tried.

“I’m barely doing anything, George, you’re fine. Save the dramatics for when I go for your toes.”

George whined at that, a deeper tone compared to the high pitched laughter that had been pouring out into the room seconds before. He was twisting his body against the bed, grabbing at the covers as another squeal pierced through the air. George stretched out the leg that had been free and used his foot to push against Dream’s side, hoping to somehow get enough leverage to pull his captured foot to freedom.

“Are you kicking me?” Dream asked in mock offense, dropping the marker onto the bed again as he turned his body slightly toward George to grab onto his free ankle. “That wasn’t a smart decision now, was it, baby?”

“NO! Nohoho don’t! Dream I’m sohohorry!” George pleaded through his panicked laughter, watching as Dream pulled his left ankle under his thigh, successfully trapping it. The blonde let out an exaggerated sigh of content, smiling as he readjusted his place on the bed and picked up the sharpie.

“Sorry, Georgie, shouldn’t have kicked me!” He positioned the marker inches from George’s heel.

“N-No Dream! I’m sorry! I said I was sorry!”

“Such a shame. I was gonna let you go, too. Oh well!”

“Wh- DreheHEHEAM!”

Dream had finally touched the marker down against the outer side of George’s foot, drawing a squiggly line down the side of it and making the brunette throw his head back in near hysterics. He couldn’t even think about pleading, the feeling was like nothing he’d ever felt before and his brain was having trouble processing what to do. He curled his toes as Dream continued to drag the marker back up the side of his foot, giggling to himself as George’s foot wiggled in his grasp.

“Wow, baby, I never knew you were this sensitive to markers. We’re gonna have to experiment with these one day, aren’t we?” The younger boy chuckled at George’s inability to respond, deciding to take pity on him as he pulled the marker away from his foot to give him a chance to catch his breath.

“M-....Mean!” George managed to force a complaint through his heavy breathing, not understanding how something so simple could cause such a big reaction out of him. Dream tapped the end of the marker against the ball of his foot twice to get his attention, making George heave out a laugh before lifting his head up to look at the blonde.

“I know, I know. I just wanna do one thing, I promise. One more thing and then I’m done,” Dream explained, looking at George with the soft expression that always let him know that this was a situation he could get out of if he really wanted to. “Is that okay?”

George rolled his eyes and threw an arm over his face when he felt his blush spreading, laying his head back against the pillows. He nodded his head slightly, but made sure it was enough that Dream could decipher that it was okay to continue.

“Okay, I may have lied….it’s actually two things.”

“Dream wh- NAHAHA!”

The tip of the marker was pressed against the side of his heel as Dream raised it slightly, a small line gliding down before stopping a second later. “We’re going to play a game. I’m gonna write a letter, and you’re going to guess the letter, okay?”

He wasn’t given the chance to verbally agree as Dream traced over the letter again, so he opted to nod his head in agreement, drawing an “I” with his finger in the air.

“What was that, baby?” Dream removed the marker from his heel so George could answer.

“I-It was an ‘I’.”

“Good job baby! Now the next one. Might be a little trickier so I’m gonna go over it twice before you answer, okay?” Dream waited for George to nod and then touched the marker down again, this time making four lines. George could tell that some of them were straight and some were not, so it only made sense to him that it was an “M”.

“It’s an M. It sahahays ‘I’m’.” He guessed through his giggles, smile growing bigger as Dream praised him for guessing correctly.

“Good! Now I’m gonna write the second word. I’ll just go over each letter until you guess it right, okay? That way you can concentrate without me interrupting.” Dream explained, again receiving a nod from George as an okay to continue. “Awesome. Here we go, baby!”

The elder let out a cackle as another line was drawn under the previous word, Dream clearly hitting a more sensitive area on George’s heel. He continued to draw a line horizontally above the first one, and George was shouting out the letter ‘T’ through his laughter to make Dream move on. The next letter was another line, an “I”, followed by what George thought was a circle, which made him scream.

“‘O’! It’s an ‘O’ p-plehease noho-HOHO CIRCLES!” He felt the marker leave his foot and he took in gulps in air as Dream was giggling his head off, trying to explain through his laughter that it wasn’t a circle, but a “C”. That’s when it clicked in George’s mind what Dream was spelling. His eyes shot open, lifting his head up again to meet Dream’s eyes before he could touch the marker to his foot again.

“No! N-No Dream, I’m not spelling that out!”

“Spelling what out, baby?” George could hear the smugness in his voice, whining and throwing his head back down into the pillows in flustered frustration.

“You know what!” He spat back at the younger boy, immediately falling back into loud cackles as Dream began to write the “K” in the middle of his heel. This sent George into a frenzy, screaming and yanking at both legs as he smacked his fists into the blankets below him. Dream knew that the middle of his heels was an extremely sensitive spot for him, and he heard him quietly chuckle as he traced over the letter more times than necessary.

George was screaming out the letter like his life depended on it, repeating it until eventually his boyfriend got the hint and pulled the marker back once more, unable to hold his own laughter in at the reaction it produced from the older boy.

An ‘L’ came next, Dream only tracing it two times and following it up with the second “I”. The blonde took pity on George again and only traced it once to allow him to settle down some. He took a deep breath before Dream drew the ��S” towards the opposite side of his heel that he started from, getting a squeal and high pitched giggles as he went over the letter a few more times even though George had guessed it before it was even finished the first time.

“Alright alright! Geez, I was just making sure you got it!”

Dream was laughing again at George’s big reaction, finally bringing the marker back down and drawing the final letter. He took his time with the lines, going over it time and time again, making sure to go as slow as possible to really drive the point of the phrase home. George finally managed to bark out the letter, the giggly “H” bouncing off the walls of his room.

“Sohoho what’s that spell all together, Georgie?” His boyfriend teased through his giggles, moving his hand that was holding his ankle up to join his other hand around George’s foot.

“You know whahahat it sahahays!” George was still laughing even though the marker was no longer against his skin, the tickly feeling still pulsing through the letters Dream had written.

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it anyway,” Dream smiled as he watched George quickly cover his face with his hands and shook his head, his voice softening up as he continued. “Come on, pretty boy. For me?”

George rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, feeling tears prickling at the corner of his eyes as the pet name was once again used. His boyfriend was playing dirty again, knowing he would absolutely do anything Dream wanted when he used that. He groaned and slid his hands down his cheeks before leaving them there, closing his eyes tight before he gave Dream what he wanted.

“I-It says ‘I’m t-tihihicklish’.”

“Good! And are you?”

“Y-Yehehes! Shuhuhut up!”

“...Did you just tell me to shut up, George?”

The smaller boy pushed himself up with his hands into a sitting position, grabbing onto Dream’s arm as he pleaded with teary eyes.

“No! No I didn’t- I didn’t mean it! I wasn’t thinking!”

“Yeah, no shit. You clearly weren’t, or you would’ve never said that to me, would you?” Dream watched as George cowered back in on himself, shaking his head quickly as he continued to pull at his arm. “No, you wouldn’t have. You’re exactly right. But you know what, George?”

“...Hm?” The elder let out a small noise of acknowledgment, not liking the direction this was headed in.

“This seems like a you issue, baby. Now, you have to pay the price.”

Before he could react, Dream’s left hand moved up to grip tightly around the top of his foot, holding it in place as he brought the marker down and began to write on his big toe. George screamed, letting go of Dream’s arm and threading his fingers through his hair instead, not knowing what to do with himself as he cackled hysterically. He moved onto George’s second toe, writing something on this one as well.

“You know, you’re lucky I’m not making you guess these letters, too. You probably can’t even remember your own name at this point, can you baby?”

Dream was right. George couldn’t possibly guess what letters the blonde had been writing on his toes. It was too damn ticklish for him to focus on anything else besides the feeling, and finding ways to possibly escape the torment. Unfortunately for him, there didn’t seem to be any.

He continued on with the third and fourth toe, stopping to scribble back and forth between the two just to make George shriek. Dream knew he was most sensitive between those two toes and decided to take advantage of this opportunity to spend some quality time with the tiny spot.

Dream finally made his way to George’s pinky toe, finishing up the writing and giggling at the way George’s laughter rose in pitch. He was squeaking through his laughter, jolting when Dream brought the marker back down onto his big toe for a second before pulling it back. He tapped the top of George’s foot as he released the grip on his foot, lifting his thigh to free the other ankle and let the smaller boy that he was done.

The brunette was quick to sit up, pulling his knees against his chest once more and hugging them tightly in case of a second attack. He watched as Dream leaned down and picked the sharpie cap off of the floor, pushing it onto the marker and throwing it down next to him as he turned his attention back to the giggly boy in front of him.

“You alright, baby?” Dream asked as he moved closer to George, his hip almost touching George’s shin. George nodded through his labored breathing, some giggles still slipping through every few seconds while he rubbed the tops of his feet with his hands.

“Well…aren’t you gonna look at my beautiful creation?”

George felt his face heat up, no doubt blushing a deep red again as he brought his legs down and pulled his foot up onto his own thigh towards himself to look. He surveyed Dream’s work, smiling at the jumbled up letters that were supposed to say “I’m ticklish” smooshed together on his heel. His eyes wandered up the side of his foot where Dream had drawn a few long squiggles, rolling his eyes when he saw what his dork of a boyfriend had written across his toes.

“Really? You really wrote ‘Dream’?” George stared at him in fake disappointment as the other burst out into bright laughter, nodding his head and leaning forward to look at his masterpiece.

“I did! I even drew my smiley, look!” he pointed to George’s foot, the smile squished towards the bottom of his big toe. This caused the elder to roll his eyes and bring a hand up to playfully ruffle Dream’s hair, making him laugh as he pulled away to sit up.

“I see, you idiot.” George couldn’t help but giggle along with him, shaking his head as he gripped his foot with both hands to soothe the tingly feeling that was still lingering. They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, George rubbing his foot with his thumbs while Dream continued to stare at him like he had created the entire galaxy. The brunette couldn’t handle this much attention on him, especially when he was this flustered, so he cleared his throat and spoke again.

“So…I’m gonna guess you like your present then…”

Dream let out a snort before chuckling, nodding his head in agreement. He leaned forward and puckered his lips slightly, George understanding and meeting Dream halfway to connect his own lips with his boyfriends. It was quick, but George could always feel the love that Dream had for him long after they had pulled away.

“Yes, I loved it. Thank you, gorgeous.”

George let out a quiet whine and leaned forward to press his forehead against Dream’s shoulder, causing the other to laugh as he too leaned forward to wrap his arms around the smaller boy.

“You’re welcome…” He answered, sounding grumpy even though they both knew he was wearing the biggest smile. Dream placed a kiss on the top of his head before letting him go, smiling down at his boyfriend. George returned the smile before making a move to stand up from his bed, a small screech tumbling out of him as Dream grabbed his wrist to pull him back down.

“And just where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

“What-”

“We still have the other foot to do, silly!”

It felt as if a bolt of electricity coursed through his body as the nervousness returned, giggles immediately bubbling up his throat and flowing into the room. He shook his head to protest but was met with a hand over his mouth, the blonde leaning in so close that George could see the specks of gold tangled in the green of his eyes.

“And when that’s all done, guess what? We get to scrub it off.”

George’s eyes grew even wider as he gulped, seeing the mischief in his boyfriend’s eyes as his smirk grew wider. He began giggling louder as Dream picked up the sharpie once more and wrapped his hand around his new canvas that was George’s left foot. He let himself fall back into the blankets to laugh himself silly, seeming to not have any choice in the matter.

(Truth be told, he didn’t really want a choice, anyway)

#lee!george #ler!dream #a valentines day fic!#bc i am a toxic dnfer #sorry not sorry #i screamed to cal about this in the last 24 hours i decided to write this #still screaming to be honest #i went a lil insane with this one…..#this may or may not have been inspired by a few people and also from....experience #ANYWAYS #hope u enjoy #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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