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I noticed you're doing fics for Helluva Boss, so I wanted to request a fic about a tickle fight between Blitzø and Fizzarolli where Blitzø wants to make things like it was when they were teenagers and starts acting like a little shit to provoke Fizzarolli, and a tickle fights ensues, only to be broken up by Stolas and Asmodeus where they both end chasing their own imp boyfriends.

TickleTober 2024 🎃

Day 2: Chase

Switches!Blitzø & Fizzarolli

Word Count: 1.7k

⚠️ Warning for some language & mild spoilers!

And also kinda AU ending here where everything’s good and nobody’s hearts get broken (iykyk) 🥲

“Hey, thanks for inviting me out tonight,” Fizzarolli smiled at his now present friend, Blitzø.

“Oh, uh, sure thing,” Blitz awkwardly replied. “Anything to get our minds off of…y’know what happened the other day.” It had only been one day since Blitz and Fizz had been captured by the bounty hunter, Striker, and Blitz insisted that he and Fizz needed a day to hangout and catch up now that they seemed to be on good terms.

Although they both got some closure after so long while nearly escaping with their lives, Blitz still felt like it wasn’t enough. After all that, they were just going to part ways and walked off like nothing happened? No, Blitz already lost his best friend so long ago. He didn’t want it to happen again. They deserved to at least hang out and rekindle their friendship once more.

And that’s where they were at; Blitz invited Fizzarolli out to dinner, and they decided to rendezvous back to Fizz’s place to spend the rest of the evening there.

Except, Blitz was starting to feel guilty. And awkward. He was feeling guilty about being awkward for this hangout. Here he was with his best friend that he wished to rekindle with after so many years, and now he didn’t know what to say or do. What was he even supposed to say after all these years? He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, or worse, say something that would set Fizz off and remind him exactly why their friendship ended in the first place.

Blitz’s overthinking was clouding his hearing, he wasn’t aware that Fizzarolli was speaking to him. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt something nudge his shoulder. “Huh? What?”

“I said,” Fizz repeated. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been zoning out this whole time.”

“Oh, heh. No, don’t worry about it. Guess I just drank a little too much tonight,” Blitz lied, forcing a smile.

Fizz could tell Blitz was lying, but he didn’t want to push it. “Oh, okay then.”

Uh-oh. Now it was silent again. Awkward silence.

C’mon, c’mon! Say something! Blitz racked his brain for something to say. Shit! He felt he was never good at this whole sentimental stuff; he was only good at ruining things. There had to be something he could say or do to save their friendship even more. But what? Why was talking to his best friend so hard to do?

He peeked over and saw Fizz fiddling with his prosthetic animatronic arms. Blitz quickly turned his head away as guilt washed over him again. He was never going to forgive himself for causing…that to Fizzarolli. Was that the reason why he couldn’t talk to him anymore? Because he still carried that heavy guilt from all those years ago?

Whatever the reason, Blitz didn’t want it to ruin his friendship any longer. He cleared his throat, getting Fizz’s attention. “So…heh…those robot arms of yours must make you pretty damn good with Oz in bed, huh?”

Fizz scowled, but it quickly melted into a visible smile. “Fuhuhuck Blitz, can you not bring any weird jokes into a normal conversation?”

“Hey, I used to be a crappy clown. It’s my job to crack weird jokes all the time.” Blitz grinned, nudging his friend in the side. “Besides, you seem to have no problem with it since you laughed.”

Fizz yelped, arching away from where Blitz’s elbow hit him. “A-AAH! Watch it with your pointy elbows!”

Blitz cocked his head to the side. He had never heard Fizzarolli make a sound like that before. It took him a solid few seconds before he figured it out. No fucking way…even after all these years! A wicked slow grin spread across his face. He wasn’t feeling guilty or hesitant anymore. He knew exactly how he was going to bond with his friend again. The way he always did when they were teenagers.

“Hey Fiiiiiizz~!” Blitz sing-songed. “You always complain about my jokes being so shitty yet you laugh at every single one!”

“I do not!” Fizz protested.

Perfect. “Do too, watch!” Remember that legless balloon horse I always made as a kid? Well, how did he lose his legs in the first place?” Blitz paused for dramatic effect to deliver his punchline while he sneakily slid his tail behind Fizz. “…Too much horseplay!”

As soon as he said the punchline, Blitz jabbed and wriggled his tail end against Fizz’s side, causing him to emit that same high-pitched yelp.

“Ha! See? You still laugh at my jokes!”

“I wahahasn’t laughing, idiot!” Fizz shot back. He cursed himself for letting a giggle slip out. “Ihihit’s your fucking tahahail!”

Blitz hummed. “Hmm, I guess you’re right. I’ve always been a pain in your side, huh?” Blitz quickly tased Fizz’s side to playfully emphasize his point.

This time, Fizz squeaked and flinched away from the touch. “Blihihihitz!” He couldn’t hold back his giggles now. “S-Stohohop doing thahahat!”

Blitz sighed, pretending to be annoyed, but he didn’t let up and continued to poke Fizz’s side repeatedly. “Look, Fizzarolli, I’m trying to lighten the mood here, crack some jokes, and build our friendship back, and all you wanna do is laugh in my face like whatever I say is the most ridiculous thing!”

“You ahahahare ridiculous, Blihihihitzo!”

Normally, Blitz hated whenever anyone called him by his previous name. But he made an exception for this case; he knew Fizz wasn’t trying to insult him for real, but he still made a dramatic show by pretending to be offended.

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far, Raviolli! You know the ‘o’ is silent in my name now!” Before he could let Fizz answer back, Blitz attacked him for real. He leapt on top of Fizz, and dug his claws against wherever he could reach.

Fizz emitted a funny screech as he was glomped, immediately bursting into loud cackles. “BLIHIHIHITZ! NohohohAAAAA! STAHAHAHAhahap!!”

Blitz pulled his hands back. “Alright, you whiner. I’ll stop.” Fizz breathed a sigh of relief. But he immediately burst out laughing again as Blitz’s wiggling claws went back to his torso.

“WHAAAAHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK, BLIHIHIHIHITZ!!?”

Blitz grinned as wickedly as the Radio Demon. “What? You didn’t say for how long you wanted me to stop!”

“F-FUHUHAHAHACK YOUHOOHOOHOO, YOU CLAHAHAHAHOWN!!”

“Alright, smart ass,” Blitz chuckled evilly. “You wanna make this worse for yourself by calling me names? Because you clearly still have a lot of fight in ya if you can keep sassing me. Luckily…” he cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect. “I know just how to squeeze that sass out of you.”

“Not unless I squeeze it out of you, first!” Fizz shot back, surprising Blitz by throwing him off with his robotic legs. Now, it was Fizz’s turn to snicker like a villain. “You were right, Blitz, these robotic arms of mine do have their advantages for a lot of things!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, uhhh…truce?”

Elsewhere, Asmodeous and Stolas were chatting over tea together. They were relieved that their loved ones were not only safe back home, but there were also finally getting along. It was nice to see the former duo finally rekindling their friendship.

It wasn’t until they started to hear distant screams of protest that made their protective boyfriend instincts kick in, and rush to the scene. When they saw what was happening, there were relived there was no real danger but instead were silently gushing at the scene; Blitz and Fizzarolli engaged in an all-out tickle fight. The two demons were rolling around on the floor, tickling each other silly, and screaming for the other to give up.

“GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUP, BLITZ!!”

“Y-YOU FIHIHIHIHIRST, YOU ROBOHOHOHOT FREAK!!”

“NAAAAHEEHEEHEE—NEVER!!”

Ozzie and Stolas both rolled their eyes fondly at each other. As adorable as the sight was, they knew how stubborn their boyfriends could be. If they didn’t intervene soon, this tickle fight could last for hours.

Luckily, they knew just how to intervene.

Fizz and Blitz halted their tickle attacks when they heard Stolas’ voice. “Oh, Fizzarolli, if you want Blitzy to give in, you’ll have to go for his underarms and tummy!”

Blitz paled and then blushed. “Shut your damn beak, Stolas! You stay out of this!”

Fizz giggled like a gremlin. “HA! Your furry boyfriend called you out!” He immediately stopped laughing when he heard Ozzie say, “And Blitz, if you want Fizzy here to give up, you have to go for his tummy! And especially under his chin; it makes him let out the cutest little squeaks and chirps!”

Now it was Fizzarolli’s turn to blush madly. He stammered, then whined. “Ozzie! Whyyyyy?! Blitz doesn’t need to know that!”

“But now I do! Ohhh this changes everything! Finally, now I can get you back after all these years!”

“Not if I get you first!” Fizz growled, stretching his robotic limbs.

Stolas and Ozzie exchanged looks. They both smirked, silently agreeing.

“Shall we teach them a lesson?” Ozzie grinned.

Stolas chuckled. “Love to. After you, Asmodeus.”

The smaller imps paused their attacks again as they were engulfed in their partners’ shadows. They slowly looked up and gulped, knowing those looks far too well with what it meant.

“Uhh Blitz?”

“Yeah, run.”

The two imps took off running, flustered beyond comprehension at their partners chasing them, knowing what was going to happen as soon as they were caught. And their boyfriends? They couldn’t help but tease and coo how they were going to get them just to fluster them even more. And it worked like a charm.

“Just so you know, this is all your fault!” Fizz exclaimed.

“Hey, it’s your fault, too!” Blitz shot back. “But quit worrying, Fizz. It’s not like our furry boyfriends can even catch up to us!”

The two immediately slammed into Stolas and Asmodeus, Stolas easily portaling them both.

“‘They’ll never even catch up to us’, huh?” Fizz sarcastically remarked.

Blitz stammered nervously. “Stolas, what the hell?! You can’t use your portals, you cheater!”

Stolas hummed. “Since when have you ever cared about fairness in these silly games, Blitzy?” Said imp blushed at that comment. “Now then, where were we, Asmodeus?”

“I believe we were just about to teach these two a lesson about thinking they could outrun us. We always catch up! And you know what happens when we do~!” Ozzie playfully reminded.

Both demons each grabbed and cradled their imp boyfriends in their arms, holding them securely as they squirmed in anticipation. The night was no longer silent as Stolas and Ozzie tickled their boyfriends silly, enjoying the sweet sounds of their screeches and laughter.

THE END <3

Hope you love this, anon! 🫶🏻

[mushiewrites]

Just A Little Bit

well....it's certainly been a minute, hasn't it

but what better way to come back than lee!George week??? If you didn't know (or sleep under a rock), @wishitweresummer is hosting a lee!george week, perfectly named lee!GeorgeSummer (make sure to use that as the hashtag if you contribute)! if you click this link, you can find out all the details about the upcoming week! I got to do my own lee!george week last May and it was the most incredible thing, I honestly am so excited to see what everyone does!

okay, anyway, we're starting off with day 1 - first time!

this idea came to me randomly at 5:30 this morning when I saw a random text post, and it gave me the biggest shot of inspiration, and FINALLY cured my writers block! so much so that I...wrote a pretty long one. ha ha...whoops. aaaanyway, thank you to summer for hosting this awesome week and for cheering me on while you watched me destroy george in the ending, and thank you to my partner in crime @awkwardtickleetoo for listening to me whine about writers block for months, and for supporting me through it all AND reading this before it was posted. couldn't have done this without you both, thank you so much <3

OKAY I promise I'm done rambling, please enjoy the fic! :D

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 4.5K words)

“Dream! Come on, I have to show you something!” 

Dream rolled his eyes as Sapnap called him from downstairs for the fifth time in under a minute, chuckling to himself at how impatient he could be. Despite being annoyed, he was also incredibly intrigued, and so he saved the video he had been editing before standing up to go see what all the fuss was about. On his short walk to the end of the hallway, he could hear George squealing and protesting, though he couldn’t make out what was being said. 

“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until I finished the video?” Dream called as he reached the thin railing at the top of the steps, clasping his hands around it and leaning forward to find where the two boys were. However, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the unexpected scene below him. 

In the living room was Sapnap, straddling a very squirmy George on the couch. George was screaming and thrashing around while Sapnap was beside himself with laughter through it all. They continued to fight as Dream quickly made his way down the steps, almost losing his balance as he refused to take his eyes off the two as he descended. 

“What are you doing-“ Dream’s question was cut off by a squeal from George, who was throwing his body around so violently it looked as if Sapnap was riding a bull. 

“DREAM! STOP HIM!” 

“Well, what is he-“ Again, Dream’s question was cut off by a scream, this time coming from Sapnap. George had attempted to knee him between the legs, and Sapnap had barely stopped it before it was too late.

“Well now you’re really fucked, aren’t you, George?” Sapnap leaned down close to his face, invading his space with a wide smirk as George’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. He shook his head from side to side frantically, spewing out apologies and practically pleading for his life. 

“No! No nohoho no! P-Please! Sapnap, come on!” George pleaded through nervous giggles as he continued to kick and squirm, attempting to escape the smaller boy in any way he could. But Sapnap held his own on George’s waist, clamping his thighs tighter together and giggling triumphantly when it effectively lessened the squirming.

“Can someone just tell me what’s going on?” Dream spoke up awkwardly, now standing at the end of the couch, unsure of what to do. Sapnap and George immediately looked towards the voice, almost as if they forgot the other was there in the first place.

“Oh, right! So, our best buddy Georgie here is- MHF!” George had successfully slapped a hand over Sapnap’s mouth, preventing him from sharing the information with their third party. Sapnap raised an eyebrow down at George, and no more than a second later Sapnap’s hands lowered onto his ribs. The hand over his mouth immediately dropped as George brought his arms to his sides, pressing them tightly against his body as he threw his head back, eyes screwed shut in what seemed to be agony. 

“George are you-“

“Oh don’t worry, he’s fine! He just doesn’t want you to find out about his little secret.” Sapnap cut him off once again, causing Dream to run a hand through his messy curls in frustration. 

“Shut UP, Snapmap!” George hissed from below Sapnap, articulating the dreaded nickname as he reached both hands up to try and cover his mouth again. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap’s strength was too much for him, and his wrists were scooped up into a tight hold. 

“If he doesn’t want me to know, it’s okay!” Dream blurted out quickly, seeing how panicked George was becoming. Sapnap shook his head as he chuckled, looking down at George with wiggling eyebrows before he turned his attention back to the blonde.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Sapnap started, his chuckles turning into bright giggles as George struggled harder than he had before to break free. The older boy let out a scream, trying to talk over Sapnap, which in turn only made him more keen on exposing him. George continued to scream every time Sapnap attempted to even open his mouth, and finally fed up with the boy, he placed his hand harshly over George’s mouth. When the noise was finally muffled, Sapnap flashed Dream the biggest smile he had ever seen in their time living together.

“The big secret is that our little friend here…” Sapnap raised his eyebrows as his mouth hung open, pausing for dramatic effect to make Dream laugh. “Is extremely, devastatingly, ticklish.”

Dream felt his jaw drop slightly as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, no doubt looking like a lost puppy as his two friends watched his reaction. George whined behind Sapnap’s hand, squealing when Sapnap released his previously held wrist in favor of roughly squeezing his cheek. The pinching hand was quickly slapped away, but Sapnap made sure to keep his other pressed tightly over George’s mouth. Dream made his way over to where they were on the couch, standing over them and shrugging his shoulders at the two.

“…Really? That’s it?” Dream questioned, not understanding what the huge deal was.

“No, like, Dream. You have to see it. It’s kind of insane how ticklish he is.” Sapnap explained, giggling as George began screaming behind his hand again. Dream looked down at George, purely out of curiosity, and was surprised when the brunette immediately turned his head to face the couch cushions. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned his gaze to Sapnap, questioning the action, but it went ignored.

“I’m serious! You need to see it! No, wait. Actually, you need to experience it. You need to tickle him, Dream!” Sapnap exclaimed, giggling again when George tried to buck his hips up to make Sapnap lose his balance. 

“No, come on Sap, I can see he doesn’t like it.” Dream spoke softly, craning his neck slightly as he leaned his body forward to try and get a glimpse of George. This only made him lean into the cushions more, now trapping Sapnap’s hand between his mouth and the couch. 

“No no, don’t mind him! He’s fine, Dream! Just scribble your fingers here!” Sapnap poked at George’s lower tummy twice, making George jolt underneath him and causing Dream to jump back at the panicked action. 

“Sapnap, no, we don’t have to-“ Dream tried again, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot, watching as George fought for his life underneath the youngest boy. Sapnap finally removed his hand from over George’s mouth, successfully opening the floodgates to his screams and frantic laughter. George kept his forehead pressed against the cushions, leaving room for him to continue yelling as he blindly battled with Sapnap’s hands that were actively trying to render his own useless. 

“It’s fine! He loves it!” Sapnap countered through bubbly giggles, his voice growing louder to drown out George’s girlish screams as he finally managed to wrangle the small wrists down against the couch. 

Dream crossed his arms and tapped his fingers against his elbows in thought, trying to find the words to make Sapnap stop, when George finally turned his head away from the couch. This left room for the two to finally make eye contact. It was brief, only lasting a few seconds before George turned back towards the couch, but Dream knew immediately what was really going on. It wasn’t that George was uncomfortable like he had initially thought; it wasn’t because he hated it. 

Dream was incredibly familiar with George’s tells. Like how his nose would scrunch up whenever he tried a new food he didn’t like. The way George would mess with his hair whenever he got tired, always tangling small strands around his pointer finger without a thought. Dream knew that  whenever George would stomp down the steps to steer clear of him until he satisfied his inner hunger-beast. 

And he definitely recognized this particular George.

The deep red in his cheeks. The glassy eyes. The continuous whining through his protests that seemed never ending. Dream knew what this really was. George was simply embarrassed. 

Realizing this, Dream felt all the tension in his shoulders melt away, finally allowing his arms to drop and a smile to form over his face. He took a step forward, his knees lightly pressing into the seat cushions as he leaned his upper body over George. Already anticipating he would hide further into the couch, Dream brought a hand up to lean on the back of the couch to steady himself and used his free hand to run through George’s hair. Dream’s smile widened when George let out a high pitched whine at the feeling, angry at his body for betraying him as he leaned into the touch. 

“Someone’s embarrassed.” Dream stated nonchalantly, sending George into another round of loud protests that had Sapnap in near stitches. Hearing both boys giggle only made George’s blush spread, and he quickly hid his face back into the cushion as his face continued to rise in temperature. 

“Awh, is wittle Georgie embawassed?” Sapnap teased, squeezing his wrists a few times playfully to make George struggle against him more. To his surprise, George wasn’t fighting back nearly as hard anymore. Dream was still scratching lightly at his scalp, and the longer it went on the more Sapnap felt George relax beneath him. Slowly, Sapnap released George’s hands, silently observing as the wrists stayed pressed to the couch despite not being held down anymore. 

“You’re both idiots.” George mumbled quietly into the fabric, bringing his left hand up to cover his ear and the visible side of his face to hide his own smile. Sapnap reached out to grab onto his wrist, ready to pull it back down, but Dream stopped him before he could. Sapnap met his eyes in confusion, only to have his features soften a few seconds later when he understood the silent agreement Dream was trying to make. 

“Oh, come on, George. I can tell you love this. Just let it happen.” Dream suggested, receiving a high pitched growl in response. His hand never wavered from carding through George’s hair as he slowly brought himself down into a kneeling position, therefore freeing up the hand he was using to balance himself against the couch. He brought the hand down the front of the cushion slowly, allowing George time to stop him if he wanted to.

But he didn’t. Just like Dream expected.

“If you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?” George’s nod was almost missed, and would’ve been if Dream hadn’t been watching the blush slowly spread onto his ears. The tips of them were beginning to turn a deep shade of red, and Dream wondered if his cheeks were the same hue. He quickly dispelled the curiosity though, not wanting to make George shy away while in this very vulnerable position. 

“Mh mhhm.” Sapnap and Dream exchanged a quick glance to see if the other had caught what George said, but unfortunately neither did. Sapnap sat back on his heels, providing George more space to breathe as Dream did the same. The only touch left on George was the hand steadily scratching, with Dream’s fingertips lightly resting against the seat cushion next to his torso. 

“What was that, baby?” Sapnap tried to be as soft as possible, understanding the importance of keeping his tone neutral so as to not spook George.

“My…my hands.” 

“What about them?” Dream spoke next, leaning a little closer in to hear the muffled speech. 

“I just. I can’t keep them down once you start.” He practically whispered, bringing his other hand up to cover his face completely as he spoke. Dream moved his hand from the couch to rest it against George’s bicep closest to him, rubbing soothingly over the shirt sleeve with his thumb. 

“That’s okay, angel, if you need to stop me you can.” He reassured George, carding a little more harshly through his hair as a playful gesture with his gentle words.

“Well…it’s not that I want to. I just…can’t help it.” George let his voice trail off into a whisper, obviously embarrassed about his confession. He quickly tried to twist his body away from the two, but was stopped by Dream’s sudden grip on his arm. The older boy whimpered, allowing himself to be returned to his position on his back, facing the ceiling. His hands were still clamped tightly over his face, a poor attempt at blocking the two from seeing his blush. Dream and Sapnap just about cooed audibly at that, but stopped themselves before they ruined the calm atmosphere they were currently in. 

“Do you want me to hold your wrists down for you?” Dream asked. George slowly spread his fingers apart, meeting Dream’s eyes before speaking. 

“No, not you! Sapnap!” He barked, closing the gaps in his fingers when the two laughed at his outburst. “You think I want Sapnap to do that to me? He’ll kill me!” Sapnap sat up on his knees with a hand thrown over his heart like he had just been shot, offended by George’s accusation. 

“To be fair, he does have a point, Sap.” George giggled quietly at the comment, causing Sapnap to poke timidly into his lower ribs with both pointer fingers. Dream watched as George’s body jerked to the side, amazed at how such a tiny touch could produce such a reaction. 

“See! I told you he was bad!” Sapnap playfully slapped Dream’s shoulder when he noticed him looking, further proving the point he was previously attempting to make. 

“Shut up!” George screeched from behind his hands, moving them up his face slightly until he was able to lightly grip some of his hair that draped over his forehead. Dream shot one last warning glare Sapnap’s way before he turned back to George, delicately gripping his wrists and moving them slowly towards Sapnap; slow enough that George could stop it if he wanted to. 

But again, he didn’t. And again, it was exactly what Dream had expected. 

Sapnap took George’s wrists, moving them down until his hands rested against the couch on either side of his thighs. Dream sat up further, crowding a little more into George’s space in order to place both hands on either side of his ribcage. He looked down at George, searching for any sign that he wanted this to stop, that he was uncomfortable, too nervous, but Dream found none. And so, he lifted his hands from the couch and let them touch down onto George’s body, not moving them yet, but resting so he could get used to the feeling at his own pace. 

“Fuck!” George cried out when he felt Dream’s fingers press against his lowest set of ribs, throwing himself upwards as his back arched into the sky against his will. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the couch again, embarrassed by his own reactions. 

“I didn’t even do anything yet, George.” Dream snorted.

“I-I know but, like, I know you’re gonna!” George whined, throwing his head back when Dream poked his cheek to get him to return his head straight so they could see him. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at either of them but still obeying Dream’s quiet request anyway.

“It’s alright, Georgie. It’s just a little tickling.” Sapnap teased, vibrating George’s wrists softly into the couch as he spoke. George giggled at that, followed by a deep exhale he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. And after that much needed release, his nerves were finally calming down. 

“I know, I know. But it’s still, like..y’know, flustering or whatever.” George grumbled, peeking out of one eye to see what the two were up to. Just as he decided to do that, though, Dream poked gently up his ribs, directly up to the highest ones, stopping there when George shrieked in response. 

“Plehehease please please! No!” His laughter was louder now that Dream was focused on such a tiny, hypersensitive spot, unable to hold it in any longer. Sapnap giggled along with George as he made sure to keep the squirmy boy down, leaning forward slightly to put more of his weight into restraining George. 

“You’re okay, George. Like Sap said, it’s just a little bit of tickling, right?” It was Dream’s turn to tease him, relishing in the feeling of being the one to make George react like this. He pressed two of his fingers into both sides of his upper ribs, rubbing slightly to see what George would do.

“FUCK NOHOHOHO!” George was howling at that, the sound of heavy thudding coming from behind Sapnap as George drummed his legs against the couch as he thrashed. Dream wished he could whip out his phone and snap a picture of Sapnap, who looked as if he’d just found a goldmine. Technically, it was Dream who found it, but Sapnap’s reaction was just as good as George’s was. 

“Are you doing okay?” Dream asked loud enough for George to hear over his own laughter. He saw a slight nod but decided to pause entirely to make sure, not wanting to overwhelm George. 

“Yehehes, I’m okay, just…please, you hahave to move!” George pleaded as he let his head lull to the side, breathing heavily through his nose as he recovered from the mini tickle attack. Dream rolled his eyes as he watched George’s chest heave up and down dramatically, still surprised at the intense reactions such little tickling was causing.

“Okay, giggly boy, I hear you loud and clear,” Dream began, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers over George’s torso. “How about…here?” 

“Wh- NO!” George’s protest came too late as Dream tapped his fingers gently over his lower tummy, kneading gently into it and giggling softly to himself when George squealed in response. He felt his finger catch on the edge of his bellybutton, making George’s laughter jump an octave. Dream ran his fingers over the spot directly under it, back and forth, over and over, until eventually deciding to spider them out towards his hips. Sapnap bounced as George attempted to buck his hips into the air, squealing when Dream’s thumbs found his hip bones and rubbed into them roughly. 

“Oh, there’s good, huh?” Dream commented, looking up to Sapnap for confirmation while George was busy laughing under his fingers. 

“Definitely a good spot. I like to get there when he’s being annoying.” Sapnap answered, laughing when Dream tweaked his hip bones again, causing George to squeal through his hysterics. He noted the spot in his mind and continued his ticklish journey to the spots that made George laugh the hardest. His squeezing migrated up to his sides, eyes widening when George suddenly twisted his whole body away from Dream. Sapnap used his knee to press into George’s hip, trapping his waist down against the couch so Dream could continue tickling up his sides. Dream tested the spot further, letting his hands dip under George’s shirt to skitter cold fingertips along the warm skin. 

“Dohohon’t! Plehease!” George begged as Dream’s fingers continued their venture, making sure to knead over each and every rib as they climbed higher and higher. Sapnap watched in awe as George squeezed his eyes shut tighter, a few stray tears collecting together at the outer corners of his eyes as he continued to laugh himself silly. 

“Please? But I have to! You wanted this, remember?” Dream reminded him, using two fingers on each side to act as if his fingers were actually walking up his ribcage. George squirmed from side to side, as much as he could with Sapnap’s full weight practically holding him in place. 

“‘H-Hold my hands Sapnap! Dream, don’t tickle me too much pwetty pwease!’” Sapnap mocked, breaking out into his own laughter when George let out what could only be described as a lion cub’s roar trying to cover up Sapnap’s teases. 

“Stohop, idiot!” George pleaded through his laughter, kicking harder against the couch as he tried to expel the ticklish energy that was coursing through him. 

“Awh, Dweam, I think the pretty kitty is angwy!” Sapnap pretended to pout, sticking his bottom lip out as much as he could as he looked at Dream for fake sympathy. Dream gasped at the comment, feigning surprise at George’s complaints.

“The pretty kitty is angry?” Dream stopped tickling for a moment, removing his hands from under George’s shirt and bringing one up to rest under his chin as he pretended to think over his options. “Well, I think I have just the thing to help with that!” 

“Wait, no, nonono!” George cried out, throwing himself forward to try and counteract Sapnap’s weight to knock him off balance, but all he accomplished was giving Sapnap more of a reason to make him suffer. 

“You wanna play it like that, baby boy? Okay, I can do that.” Sapnap spoke flatly, stopping his moments for a second before throwing himself further over George, flinging his arms up and over his head, pressing his wrists deep into the cushions as George begged and apologized profusely under him. 

“Noho NO! I’m sorry! I’m sohoho sorry!” George tried to talk his way out of his impending doom, but it fell onto deaf ears as Sapnap leaned forward slightly, dragging his wrists up further until George’s arms were practically straight up over his head. The position had him completely stretched out, not only extending the area of his torso, but more importantly, leaving a very vulnerable opening under his arms. 

“Sorry won’t cut it, George. We want you to be happy! We can’t have our little kitty angry, now, can we?” Dream spoke over the screaming, ignoring the many apologies and threats that were now being thrown their way. “You leave us no choice, pretty boy.” With that, Dream lunged forward, letting his fingers dance under George’s arms with speed and precision that only a ballerina could possess. 

It was an understatement to claim that George lost his mind. 

George screamed out, high pitched and desperate as Dream’s fingers made circles under his arms, zoning in on the very centers. His laughter was hysterical, having no choice but to lay there and take whatever tickles Dream decided to make him endure. There was a brief pause, just to let George take in a quick gasp of air, and then Dream was back to the torment.

“Surely it can’t be that bad, George.” Sapnap chortled, watching as the small body below him writhed in ticklish agony. Dream took this opportunity to shove his hands inside of George’s shirt sleeves, using his two pointer fingers to gently scribble at the outer parts of his armpits, watching for every tiny jump and twitch from George as he did. 

“Yeah, I’m sure I could be doing something much worse,” Dream smirked, looking up at Sapnap with raised eyebrows as he began to spider all ten of his fingers under George’s arms. “Something like this, right? That’s worse?” 

“Wh-wait, wa-AHAHAHAIT! NOHOHO!” George was full on shrieking now, squirming and thrashing and throwing his body every which way to try and escape the torturous feeling. As Dream continued the tickling, George quickly lost his ability to speak, just blurting out little half pleads here and there whenever he got a second to breathe. His head was titled so far back the two thought he might snap it off if he leaned it back any farther. The tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes finally fell, rapidly descending down each side of his cheeks, right over his ears, that were burning hot from all the laughing. 

“Okay I think- woah! What- Sapnap!”

Just as Dream had noticed the tears and decided to put an end to George’s torment, Sapnap had other ideas. He let go of George’s wrists, allowing him to fling them down, nearly decapitating Dream in the process, in favor of reaching behind him to squeeze the inner part of George’s thighs. His laughter refused to go any higher, and so it went silent as he pounded his fists against Sapnap’s own thighs. 

“Okay, Sap, that’s enough. We’re not trying to kill him!” Dream reached behind Sapnap, quickly putting an end to Sapnap’s vice-like grip on George’s thighs. Sapnap rolled his eyes with an overexaggerated sigh, annoyed that his fun was ruined before it even got started. 

“I guess you’re right.” Sapnap pouted again as he climbed off of George, picking up his legs and placing them over his own thighs as Sapnap sat on the couch next to him. He rubbed at the sore muscles, giggling when bubbly laughter exploded from George at the action. 

“Y-You were supposed tohoho be nihihice!” George weakly pointed a finger in Dream’s direction, causing the two boys to laugh along with him when he pointed the complete opposite way of Dream, his eyes still closed as he took in quick gasps through the leftover giggles to try and steady his breathing. Dream slid his arms under George’s torso, picking him up and maneuvering a very limp George into his lap as he climbed up onto the couch next to Sapnap. He draped George’s back over his thighs, using his arm as a headrest for George. 

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just hard not to get carried away when I’m tickling someone this cute.” Dream smiled down at him, bringing his thumbs up to rub the tears away from under George’s eyes. A moment later, George’s eyes fluttered open, his hands coming up to rub his knuckles harshly into them as he got used to the light again. 

“Yeah, yeah. Remember that when I get you both back, later.” George threatened, giggling up at the two when they exchanged nervous glances. “Yeah, that’s right. And don’t think you both will team up on me again. You’re both too smart for that. You’ll turn on each other, just wait.” 

Sapnap and Dream turned towards each other, smiles slowly fading into determined looks. Suddenly George was on his back on the floor as they both scrambled to run out of the living room, trailing each other up the steps, shouting threats and cursing each other as they made their way to their respective rooms, slamming the doors behind them. Not even a second later, George heard his phone vibrating like crazy on the couch cushions above him. He picked up his phone, smirking when he had messages from both boys, detailing each other’s weaknesses and vowing to make amends with him to take the other one down. George giggled to himself, standing up and walking over to where Patches had been sitting on the other end of the couch, snuggling up with her.

He had them exactly where he wanted them. 

(you can find this fic on ao3 here!)

[novorehere]

Voretober Day One: Comfort

There’s a certain comfort in monotony.

A certain beauty in sameness, a reassurance in repetition.

Holding close the knowledge that no matter what we go through, the Earth continues to tilt on its axis and the worms will still emerge after the rain. That the sun will set in the west and rise yet again in the east, that the proteins in our mitochondria will synthesize the correct amount of Adenosine triphosphate to power our body’s functions.

You trust me to keep you safe just as you trust in my heart to keep beating, grounding you to the reality that everything will be ok, because all is how it should be. Steady rings of smooth muscle traveling from your head to the tips of your toes, pushing, pulling, taking and giving, living oxygen filling my lungs as it always has and always will be.

Forget the uncertain world and attune to the wavelength of my soul, allow my body to become your refuge. For I love you more than you will ever know, and I can feel your love returned within me. For what is Love, but finding joy in someone’s very existence?

Seeking comfort in our clockwork bodies, we face the uncertain world together.

[omgeto]

Incoming... long lost love ex!geto who comes to see you for one last time—on the night that he's going to die.

[starryvomit]

“it feels like we’re on vacation.”

“you say that a lot when we’re together.”

“huh — i guess i do.”

[forlorn-crows]

Mushy May Day 7: Compliments

sneaky little recycle for today, one of my favorite ficlets ive written, including one of my all time favorite headcanons tee hee

Pairings: Mountain/Dew

Words: 449

original post here, or read under the cut!

Dew softly kisses his cheek, snuggles close to his ear. Mountain’s out like a light, snoring and mumbling in his sleep, but Dew doesn’t care. He loves how the tension falls away from his face when he’s deep asleep, making him look absolutely ethereal, but he especially loves to whisper little confessions in his ear when he knows only Mountain’s subconscious can hear him.

He speaks feather-light against the shell of his ear, delighted when it twitches or perks in response. It’s always a litany of the most saccharine things he would never say to his face:

You’re the most gorgeous creature of the forest, You keep me grounded, I love your endless patience, your kindness, your tenderness, I love how you share your plants and your knowledge with us, how you gift little pieces of yourself, You care for all of us so deeply it runs through us like glue, binding us closer, I love you, I love you, I love you.

He grosses himself out sometimes, but he finds the words come so easily when they’re alone, tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop it. But the reason he does it—apart from indulging in some vulnerability—is for the effects his words have on Mountain’s sleeping form.

I love you’s always make Mountain’s lip quirk upwards in the briefest flashes of a grin, always the same sliver of a chipped fang poking underneath. Different words make him mumble something nonsensical back, or make his ear flick, or make his tail thump against the bed.

The best part is watching the little scarlet snapdragons grow from the base of his horns. That’s how Dew knows he’s worming around Mountain’s brain, illuminating his dreams with his flame. He thinks it’s endearing how fast they grow sometimes; rows of burnt orange and crimson blooms sprouting throughout his hair and even behind his ears. Many times he’s sworn he could make an entire bouquet, the growth just a touch overzealous.

Sometimes, he likes to start off sweet and tender, only to dissolve into suggestive filth. He likes to watch as his sinful whispers make little ornamental peppers grow alongside the snapdragons, curling and nestling into each other. Mountain’s fingers will flex and his brows will knit together, eyelids fluttering as images of carnal desire no doubt flash behind them.

But it’s purely self-indulgent, because soon after he notices Mountain’s cock twitch and chub up, he’ll rub his face into his back and kiss along his neck, purposefully waking him so he’ll recreate the very scenes he had described in his ear—but not before playfully scolding Dew for his deviousness.

Today, though, Dew is content to quietly watch the snapdragons grow.

[imelht]

Metadede Week Day Seven. Love Language

It had been a long string of days for the knight. He ran about Dreamland, getting a multitude of tasks done, as it was his duty. He never designated any time for rest, and if it came to him, it came to him out of utter desperation. At this point he had gone several days without rest, this was nothing out of the ordinary for him… however, his retreat to the depths of the castle for a seemingly unknown reason… was.

… … …

Many hours later, King Dedede, restless, sat up in his bed, and started out, seeking Meta Knight’s location.

Perhaps his restlessness was linked to his partner’s.

… … …

“Meta...?” The Great King whispered, opening the door to a room in the castle. The soft sounds of his voice were sharp in comparison with the stillness of the room. He peered into the moonlit room, sights struggling to see in the rather drab atmosphere. King Dedede narrowed his eyes, putting a careful foot forwards, holding the door open with a gloved hand. Soon his eyes adjusted, and he caught sight of the moonlit contours of the knight, brooding in the dark of the castle. Before Meta Knight’s hunched figure, a grandiose, crimson-paned stained glass illustration stood, the subtle moonlight shone through, illuminating the atmosphere of the castle floor. Meta Knight was looking onwards, his dull amber eyes boring forwards into the darkness.

“... ... ...”

It didn’t take anything of the larger man to tell something of heavy manner was on the knight’s mind. The knight’s drooping posture betrayed the weight of what ailed him. At this, King Dedede’s expression dropped, his eyes radiated the empathy he felt towards the knight’s gloom.

“Meta...” He stood, calling out again, and this time the knight responded. A faint click broke the silence, metal against metal it was, coupled with the slight shuffling of the knight’s cloak. He picked up his head and armored shoulders, and turned around. Dedede beheld his muted amber eyes, and his sullen poise, his mask was slightly ajar as if he’d attempted to hastily correct it at Dedede’s call.

There was a moment of silence. The two made eye contact, but through the silence it felt as if the duo were still communicating through their palpable bond.

“...yes... my liege?”

The knight’s usually puissant tone was weighed with subdue. The lids of his eyes seemed heavy, and despite his mask, the King could perceive it.

Another moment of silence. Neither spoke, though Dedede compelled himself to answer. It would have been rude of him to not.

“I...” His voice broke a bit with hesitation, but he cleared his throat, and pressed onwards, taking a slow step towards the knight, which elicited a small tilt of his partner’s head.

“I didn’t mean to come at a bad time... I just, I wanted to tell ya’ that I have something for ya’...”

“Oh Dedede...”

“Don’t “Oh Dedede” me, Meta Knight.” He stated, pausing for a second, key in getting his point across.

“I’m just trying to care for you.”

“I know...”

“Oh, do you now?” Dedede rose a brow in a sarcastic manner.

“Yes, your majesty...”

King Dedede was well aware of the knight’s stubborn nature. They were both quiet for some more time. Neither one of them broke eye contact, though Meta Knight struggled in maintaining it.

“Well, if ya’ knew, you’d let me care for you, Meta Knight.” He ceased speaking for another moment, before adding onto his statement prior.

“Can ya’ do that for me?” He asked, gentle of tone. He tilted his head softly, adding to the inquiry. Meta Knight bowed his head, hesitating.

“...yes, your majesty.” He answered.

“Good then.” Dedede replied, the content tangible in his tone-of-voice. He took a few quiet, light steps towards the knight, and neared him. As he did, the knight tilted his head upwards, the moonlight’s rays revealing the immistakable shine of fresh tears that had found their way down below the knight’s face.

Dedede sighed softly, looking his knight in the eyes, no matter how much Meta Knight attempted to avert his gaze from his own.

He made no comment on the tears, that was a fact betrayed to him by accident, and he wouldn’t be so disrespectful to point such a thing out, especially since he knew Meta Knight prided himself on his strength, both physically and emotionally.

What he did say though, came from his heart. He cupped the armored knight in his arms gently in a hug, and spoke, his voice cutting through the silent dark like a dagger clothed in vibrant light.

“…Whatever it is… it will be alright. I’m here for you, you know.”

It was all he needed to say. He held Meta Knight closely. His partner already had ceased in his silent water works before he had approached him, but his voice still broke with anguish.

“Thank you...” He replied through his melancholy. He was thankful of the reassurance in Dedede’s tone. He also couldn’t help but yearn for the warmth of Dedede’s robe and body. He’d a natural proclivity towards it, even though he wouldn’t ever admit it. His gloved hands instinctively grasped the luxuriously soft cloak.

The two stood there in an embrace for a moment, in silence again.

“You know I’m always here, Meta.”

Meta Knight nodded in reply.

At this, Dedede remembered what he’d forgotten due to the predicament. He produced something from the pocket of his robe, and held a hand out to the knight.

It was a batch of tumbled minerals.

“Hm?” Meta Knight tilted his head.

“For you.”

“I know that...”

“Then take them.” Dedede replied, waiting for him, looking from his partner’s eyes to the minerals in his hand, as if beckoning him to take them.

Meta Knight took the small polished minerals from Dedede. They came in an assortment of colors.

“You found these?”

“No, I bought ‘em as unpolished rocks, and I underwent polishin’ them for you.”

Meta Knight’s eyes softened. He knew how long it could have taken to achieve this level of polish on the minerals. The fact Dedede went through tumbling the rocks made Meta Knight wonder if the gift had a greater deal of meaning than the other pebbles Dedede happened to chance upon in his morning saunters.

Regardless, King Dedede was met with a tight hug. The great King blushed faintly and smiled softly, reciprocating the gesture.

“You’re welcome.” Dedede whispered, the moonlight shining through the glass onto the two. The castle became tranquil, as did the rest of Dreamland that night.

[highlifeboat]

Making Mia and Alcina caress each other gently and thinkin about their soft aftercare for one another after a nigh of sweet lovin

[cursedvibes]

Relationship: Kenjaku/Tengen

Characters: Tengen, Kenjaku

Tags: Body Horror, Body Worship, Non-sexual Intimacy

Summary:

At first, it had started relatively minor. Her senses became more awake, broadening their reach and spreading out around her, like they were trying to leave her body. Her mind was wandering. The edges of herself became indistinct, hard to differentiate between the body and the world around her. Her cursed energy became more potent, teetering on the cusp of something greater, something beyond her current understanding. Whatever it was, Tengen only knew that she would have no control of it, herself and what she would become - was becoming. It was unexplainable, impossible to compare with anything else she had ever witnessed or experienced. Deep down, it scared her. The chaos, the unknown that hid somewhere deep inside her. A thing she had never noticed to be there before. She needed to take hold of it, push it back, cling to what she knew about herself and what was proven to be safe, secure, viable. Otherwise she’d lose everything. --- Tengen notices that she is starting to lose control over her body and soul and asks Kenjaku for help. The resulting discussion leads to the first crack in their relationship.

[lavendermin]

omg thank you!! :3 would you like me to tag you in it when its posted? btw I love ur writing sm u and a few others were a big inspiration to me starting my own writing blog (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

Anon you have me blushing aaaghhh ^^💗 I’m honored to have been an inspiration and would love to be tagged when it’s done! I’ll love whatever you put out mwah mwah 💗💗💗

[mushyblushyredhead]

TickleTober 2024 🎃

♡ Aug’s TkTober2024

Day 10: Spidering

~ Alien AU ~

Ler!facehugger

Lee!Kane

Word Count: 4.2K

Warning: This is a tickle fic, and a sillier more fluffier spinoff of the Alien universe. If that’s not your cup of tea, don’t read. But! If you want to read a more sillier ending of the Nostromo crew where nobody dies and Kane is fine, then by all means, enjoy! :3

Additional warning: some language & spoilers ⚠️

In Space, No One Can Hear You...Laugh?

Groaning, the previously comatose executive officer, Kane, fluttered his eyes open as he finally came to. His entire body felt stiff and heavy, like he had woken up from cryosleep again. His head ached as his eyes struggled to adjust to the bright overhead lights above him.

Once he finally did, he slowly looked around, observing his surroundings. The air smelled sterile; the room was decorated in all white; medical equipment and tools littered the counters, and a monitor sat nearby displaying his vitals. He was in the med bay.

Rubbing his eyes with another groan, Kane struggled to replay the recent events that just took place. His memory was foggy, but little bits of what happened were starting to come back to him. He remembered the Nostromo crew took a detour from their previous course in space to an unknown planet, investigating what seemed to be an SOS. Upon arrival, Kane went off to investigate on his own before encountering what looked to be giant eggs housing possible alien life.

The last thing he remembered was curiously getting close to one before…something jumped out, and made him black out.

Kane shuddered at the memory. Whatever jumped out of that alien egg and tried to latch onto his helmet and face couldn’t have been friendly. It was a miracle he came back in one piece and was still alive.

An unsettling realization suddenly dawned upon him. What if something did happen to him while he was comatose? Surely that alien life form wouldn’t try to latch onto him unless it was planning to do something to him, right?

Oh no. He panicked, sitting up and frantically looked around the room. What if…they brought the creature back on board with them? The whole crew could be in danger!

Or worse…what if the alien infected him with something that could spread to the rest of the crew?!

Kane’s hands frantically shot down to his torso, trying to feel around for any abnormalities that could already be showing. The monitor beeped rapidly as his breathing and heartbeat increased.

He jumped at the sound of the med bay doors sliding open. The rest of the crew rushed in, no doubt suddenly concerned as soon as they saw his vitals change drastically.

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” navigator Lambert spoke. “You were out for quite some time.”

“H-How…How long was I out?” Kane groggily asked.

“About sixteen hours, actually,” warrant officer Ripley answered as their science officer, Ash, handed Kane a cup of water to drink. “We were worried you wouldn’t wake up, but we rushed in here as soon as Ash alerted us of your breathing and heart rate increasing erratically. Are you okay?”

“I-I think so?” Kane said in between sips. “I can barely remember what happened but—wait.” He set his cup down nearby, looking around the room again. “Where’s the creature? What happened to it?”

The Nostromo crew exchanged weary glances, as if unsure how to answer that. Then, Captain Dallas spoke up. “When we found you unconscious back on the planet, the creature was still attached to your helmet. It…looked like it was trying to penetrate your suit. We carried you back here to the med bay—despite Ripley’s protests about quarantining over here,” he gestured to said officer, who merely rolled her eyes in response. “Hoping we could get it off you, but the moment we tried, it grew aggressive and scurried off. We’ve been trying to find it ever since.”

Kane’s eyes widened. “You mean it’s still somewhere on board?!”

Dallas sighed. “Yes. But we will find it. In the meantime, you still need to rest.”

“Are you kidding? How am I supposed to rest knowing that alien thing is somewhere loose on this ship?”

“Settle down. We still have a job to do here, so go ahead and rest up. Ash’s orders.” Dallas gestured to the monitor. “But don’t hesitate to beep for us if you need anything.” He got a firm nod in response. “Alright, everyone. Fan out and find this thing, pronto. Remember to keep tabs over the comm channel.” The crew nodded and headed off. Then the doors slid shut.

It was quiet in the med bay again. After just waking up from being comatose by an unknown alien creature, the thought of going back to sleep frightened Kane. It was unsettling. He kept checking all around the berth, afraid the creature was going to jump out of nowhere like it did when he curiously peeked inside the opened egg earlier. Which, now that he thought about it, was probably not the most smartest thing he should have done.

After he checked around the berth for the ninth time, he laid back down with a sigh. “Paranoia,” he muttered tiredly. “Captain was right; I really do need to rest.”

He shifted into a more comfortable position before shutting his eyes. A minute must’ve passed before his ears picked up the faint sound of shuffling nearby. Kane’s eyes shot open. Could that have been..? No, no, it couldn’t.

There it was again: sounds of scuttling, only faster. Kane shot up, eyes with wide panic. There, in the corner of the room, stood the dreaded alien creature. It looked like some kind of mutated spider; long human-like fingers shot out of its sides and front while a long feathery tail flicked around inquisitively.

The alien seemed to pose no threat at first, merely observing the visibly frightened human in front of it. But the second it spider-crawled towards the human, they scooted away with a startled yelp.

The alien halted in its tracks, chittering in confusion at the reaction. With one swift big leap, it landed right on the berth, making the poor already terrified officer shriek in fear. The creature paid no attention to this human’s frightened noises as it simply crawled towards them, ready to engage in the activity it was infamously known for.

Kane whimpered and froze in fear as the alien crawled up his chest towards his face. This is it. He shut his eyes, preparing for the worst when he suddenly relaxed as a wave of relief hit him. His fear instantly vanished as soon as the alien wrapped its finger-like talons around the side of his face and its long tail around his neck like a scarf.

Was this thing seriously trying to tranquilize him? Render him helpless so it could do something far more sinister?

Kane tried to fight against the feeling, but the more he struggled, the quicker the effect took over. He eventually succumbed to the feeling, laying back down, completely vulnerable and at this creature’s mercy.

The alien immediately detached itself and began crawling around the human’s torso, tittering curiously. Kane merely twitched at the weird feeling of this thing’s crawly legs all over him. But his frown suddenly turned wobbly as the alien’s skittering legs brushed over rather sensitive spots on his torso.

Kane struggled to muffle the bubbling laughter. No, he refused to give in. Tickling, seriously?! He thought fiercely. This is stupid! What kind of—oh NO!

The dam finally broke as the alien found a particularly bad spot on this human’s left side of ribs. It began spidering rapidly against the spot, adding the rest of its claws into the mix.

“N-No! Nohohoho!! S-StOHOhohohop!!” Kane giggled madly. “Thihihis ihihihisn’t funny!!” He began squirming on the berth, legs kicking as the surprise tickles didn’t stop.

The last thing he would have expected this terrifyingly looking creature to do was this. As grateful and relieved as the executive officer was for not being a victim of this alien’s unspeakable horrors, he wondered why of all things would this alien resort to tickling? What kind of alien race were these things?

He didn’t have time to ponder about it because the alien switched tactics; now it wrapped all eight of its long fingers against the human’s chest and rapidly dug into his ribcage.

The poor officer arched his back with an uncharacteristic squeal as his front and back ribs were now being assaulted with rapid tickles. ‘StAHAHAHAhap!! T-Thahahat’s WOHOHOHOHORSE!!” His squirming and kicking increased as he tried to dislodge the alien off his chest. He tried rolling onto his front, squirming side to side, even trying to pry the spider-like creature off with his own hands, but it was no use. This alien had an insane death grip!

Even with some of his strength already being sapped from the tickles, the creature would not budge even as he pulled with all his might. He couldn’t even loosen one of its long fingers. Kane kept trying; tugging and tugging at its claws with all his might.

But that proved to be a big mistake as the alien suddenly emitted a low hiss. It quickly shot its two front claws under the human’s arms, digging in ruthlessly.

Kane let out an even louder shriek, collapsing back onto the berth as loud laughter poured out of him. “NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! OKAAAAHAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAHAY!! I WOHOHON’T TRY TO PR—HAHAHA—PRY YOU AHAHAHAHA—OFF!!” Clearly, this alien did not want to be pried off while it was tickling this human astronaut to pieces!

Instinctively, Kane slammed his arms down to his sides, but that did nothing except trap the still wiggling claws underneath.

“PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!! PLEASE!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!!” As a last resort, he frantically batted at the alien’s…head? In hopes that it would have mercy on him.

Fortunately, the alien seeemed to understand as it slowed its fingers down to a stop. It tittered and chirped and it watched the human lay limply, panting and breathing heavily. As soon as his breathing returned to normal, he slowly lifted his head up.

The alien softly tittered, flicking its tail all innocently. Kane shot a glare at it. “What the hell?! What the hell was that? First, you give me such a fright and render me unconscious, and then you…attack me in a childish manner like if I am a child!”

Huffing, Kane sat up and brushed the alien off of him. “I wake up from a coma just to scold an alien like a dingbat,” he muttered. “This is what I get for smoking too many sticks.” He slid off from the berth and made a move for the doors when the alien immediately jumped in front of him, blocking his path.

“Move,” Kane barked. The alien immediately hissed like an angry snake in response. Startled by the reaction, Kane backed away until his back hit the wall. As soon as the alien rapidly crawled towards him, Kane yelped and made a run for it. But he couldn’t get more than a few steps before the alien would reappear in front of him again.

With nowhere else to go and unable to get close to the mad bay doors, Kane hopped on top of the berth again. Okay, maybe not the wisest decision, but what else was there to do? Now he was starting to regret agitating the creature.

But strangely enough, Kane noticed how he didn’t feel fear in the moment. He did feel something as the alien was chasing him, but it wasn’t fear. It was something else. He couldn’t quite understand, but it felt like…giddy anticipation. Now? Seriously? Well, the alien didn’t seem like it was going to actually hurt him, would it?

That one split second of being distracted by his own thoughts caused Kane to be unaware of the creeping alien right behind him, ready to pounce.

It leapt with arms wide and landed right on the human’s back, making him let out a shriek that could be mistaken for a female’s. It wasted no time wrapping its fingers around Kane’s torso; three on each side of his ribcage, and two on either side of his neck. It immediately dug and wriggled its claws with no mercy, making poor Kane burst into screechy laughter once more.

“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!! NOHOHO!! NAAAAAHAHAHAHAO!! NOHOHOT AGAAAAAHAHAHAIN!!”

Kane thrashed like a fish out of water against the berth. The claws grazing his neck made him scrunch both shoulders and giggle like a maniac. The claws spidering ruthlessly against his ribs made him squeal helplessly like a little kid. And when one of those claws happened to claw against his back ribs, he arched his back with another high-pitched squeal that the alien found utterly adorable.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the alien kept switching from spidering its second set of claws from Kane’s highest ribs to his underarms, back and forth, so he could never get used to the feeling.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAP!! CUHUHUT IHIHIHIT AHAHAHA—OUT ALREADYHEEHEEHEE!!”

It didn’t help that Kane only had his underclothes on. The thin white tank top he had on did absolutely nothing to protect him from this alien’s merciless tickles. In fact, all it seemed to do was make him even more vulnerable; a huge advantage for the alien.

Lucky him.

The alien paused its torturous assault one last time before it would go for the final kill. Kane exhaustedly flopped against his back, the creature still attached, as he tried to get the air back into his lungs. He was surprised the weight of his body didn’t deter the alien at all, or even crush it.

After several long minutes, his breathing returned to normal, but his cheeks were still dusted with a light pink hue. Kane slowly sat up, huffing in annoyance at the feeling of the alien’s limbs securely hugging his torso again. It chittered excitedly, like a puppy wanting to play.

“Alright, get off of me,” Kane firmly ordered as he tried to looses its fingers. “You’ve had your—weird and torturous fun, but I need you to release me now so I can alert Dallas that I’ve found our…guest.”

The alien stubbornly clung on tighter, refusing to budge. “C’mon…let…go!” Kane grunted through gritted teeth. It let out an angry hiss again. Kane sighed. “Dammit, you’re even worse than Jonesy!”

With one last attempt to pull it off, the alien decided enough was enough, and proceeded to tickle the human again. Kane shrieked as the claws started to spider and stroke up and down his ribs again.

“N-Nononono stop! StOHOhop! I dihihidn’t mean ihihihit!”

But the alien wasn’t convinced. It pulled its eight claws away, luring Kane into a false sense of security that made him sigh in relief before plunging back in, tickling mercilessly.

Kane screeched, flopping back onto his back as those evil claws wiggled against his neck, underarms, ribs, and even reach in front to spider against his stomach. No matter which way he squirmed or how much he flailed and kicked, he could not do a thing to protect his ticklish spots.

“STAAAAAAHAHAHAP PLEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!! I SWEA—HAHAHAAAA—SWEAR I DIHIHIHIDN’T MEAHEEHEEHEAN IHIHIHIT!!”

Then, just to be extra mean, the alien extended its long feathery tail and slipped it under Kane’s shirt, rapidly brushing the sensitive skin underneath.

Kane let out an ear-piercing screech that he would deny for the rest of his life as he felt something soft and feathery brush back and forth against his bare belly. It tickled horribly!

“AAAAAAAEEEHEHEHAHAHAAAAA!! WHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHELL IHIHIS THAHAHAT?!!” Kane dared to peek one tear blurred eye open, but immediately shut it as the alien’s evil tail slowly traced up and down one side before swishing circles across his belly, and then tracing the other side.

Could this get any worse?!

A sharp tase to the sides, another squeal. Rapid digging under the arms, more shrieky cackles and protests. More quick pinches to the ribs, another funny sounding squeal. Sneaky feathery brushes over the navel, another screech followed by a snort.

This was maddening; this was torture! This was…surprisingly fun?! Wait, what?

Despite all the protests, and flailing, and laughing, there was something oddly enjoyable about this that made it feel fun. Perhaps it was the playfulness of all this. This alien spider thing clearly did not intend to hurt him from the beginning. Was that its whole purpose form the start? To lure somebody close enough just to engage in this silly play?

As secretly fun as Kane was having, he was also reaching his limit. He could feel his entire face was on fire from how much he was blushing. His limbs had given up trying to protect himself. And his sides and stomach were already aching from how much he was laughing. Even his chest hurt; it felt like it was going to burst any moment.

“PLEEEEEEAHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!!! JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP ALREADY!!! I-I REAHEEHEEHEALLY CAHAHAHAN’T TAAAAA—TAHAHAHAKE ANYMOHOHOHOHORE!!!”

Hearing the desperate plea, the alien finally showed mercy and ceased its tickly torture. Kane laid like a limp starfish on the berth. He was too tired to even lift a finger. His chest heaved as he struggled to get the air back into his lungs.

The alien noticed how visibly exhausted this human looked after its little attack. So it decided to help the way its’ kind helped all their victims after they laughed themselves silly.

Chittering softly, it crawled towards Kane’s face again, making him yelp. “W-Wait, wait! Not again, please!” He didn’t want to be the victim of another tickle attack. Well…maybe not right this second.

Instead, the alien wrapped its legs around Kane’s face in a loose hug, while its tail wrapped around his neck again.

Okaaay, this was awkward. He wanted to ask what this creature was doing, but his words were muffled by its furry underside. His question was immediately answered as he felt the air return back to his lungs; he was no longer panting or out of breath. His sides and stomach were no longer sore, and he even felt his body temperature return to normal.

When that was done, the alien released its hold and perched right on top of his chest. It chittered and nudged him as of to ask, “are you okay now?”

Kane slowly nodded. “Um…yes. Terrific.”

The creature let out a satisfied chirp before making itself comfy on Kane’s chest, tucking its legs in just like a cat would when loafing. It wrapped its tail around itself, softly purring in content.

Kane rolled his eyes in disbelief. “Are you shitting me? You’re the one tired after I laughed myself to tears and near death?” The alien just chirped in response.

Kane sighed and let himself relax against the berth once more. The med bay doors suddenly slid open, getting his attention. The Nostromo crew walked in, wither with wide eyes or relieved smiles. And were they…stifling laughs? Well, everyone except Ash.

Kane frowned as he sat up, making the alien slide down into his lap. “Where the hell have you guys been this whole time?”

“Trying to find the damn alien, duh,” Parker, one of their engineers, replied while biting back a smile. “But uh, heh, it seems like you already found it.”

“Hang on a minute.” Kane scanned the crew with a suspicious glare. “Were you all aware of what I was painfully enduring…this whole time?!”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it ‘painful,’” Lambert timidly pointed out, a knowing smile visible on her lips.

“So you guys did know!”

“Now, now, hold on, let us explain,” said Ripley, biting back a smile of her own. “We were trying to find the creature. We searched everywhere, but we couldn’t find it. That’s when we heard you screaming, and we rushed back, afraid that you were in danger. But when we saw what was going on…”

“We saw you weren’t actually in any real danger,” Lambert concluded.

Kane was in disbelief. “So you guys just stood there and watched?! And didn’t think to fucking help me?!”

The Nostromo crew couldn’t hold back their chuckles. “Oh c’mon, you whiner,” Parker teased. “It’s not like you needed our help anyway.”

“And besides,” Dallas couldn’t help but point out. “It’s not like you did much to try and make it stop, either.”

Kane could feel his cheeks grow warm as he knew exactly what he meant by that, but pretended not to know. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Kane,” Ripley smirked. “You didn’t really put up much of a fight against that alien. But if it makes you feel any better,” she gave a comforting squeeze to her embarrassed crew mate’s shoulder. “I think you have a really nice laugh. I don’t think we’ve ever heard you laugh before, Kane, but it was really sweet to hear.”

Everyone murmured in agreement, which just made Kane blush even more. He covered his face with his hands and groaned. “Ughhhh…you guys are all assholes. The absolute fucking worst.”

The crew laughed again. “And we love you too, Kane,” Dallas patted his shoulder. Then his face grew serious as he eyed the still sleeping alien in Kane’s lap. “Now, about our guest…what do you all suppose we should do about it?”

“Well, we’ve already seen that it poses no threat to any of us, as Kane demonstrated earlier,” Parker pointed out, making said executive officer bristle at his comment. “But I still think we should contain it until we can know more about it.”

Kane seemed hesitant about that decision. “Is that really necessary, Parker? Like you said, this creature posed no threat to me as soon as I woke, and still isn’t threatening any of us right now.” He gestured to said creature curled up in his lap, faintly purring. “As silly as it sounds, I think this creature is harmless, and we have nothing to worry about. Its only purpose seems to be luring people close just to give them a thorough tickling. Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I think I’d rather have that than some kind of dangerous alien eating my face off, or implanting eggs in my chest or something. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“But wait,” Lambert broke the silence. “What about the SOS we received earlier when we found this creature? Couldn’t that still be a red flag that this thing is dangerous?”

“Actually, I looked into that a while ago,” Ripley answered. “Despite Ash’s protests for me not to, I got MU-TH-UR to decipher the transmission. Yes, it was a warning, but not the kind you would think or should panic about. The transmission explained how these creatures originated from a distant planet, and were supposedly engineered to be deadly organisms that would bring the extinction of other planets. However, something didn’t go right like they wanted, and the SOS was warning any travelers to be on the lookout for these aliens because they escaped from the crashed spaceship we encountered earlier.”

“Sooo there’s no real danger?” Brett, their other engineer, piped up.

“None,” said Ripley. “While I do agree with Parker and we should find out more about this creature, we really don’t have to worry about our safety with this thing on board. It’s actually harmless, from what I read on the transmission.”

“All right then, I guess that settles it.” Dallas turned back to look at Kane. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a roommate when we go back into stasis.”

Kane stuttered. “I—what?! Dallas, you can’t be serious..!”

Dallas gave him an apologetic smile that Kane could see right through that it wasn’t sympathetic. “Actually, I am. We’re going to need to go back into stasis again soon, and I think we’d all feel more at ease if this creature wasn’t running around loose on our ship while we’re asleep.”

“I-I get that, but—”

“And you heard Ripley, this thing’s not dangerous. And, it already seems to have grown attached to you in such a short time.” The captain suddenly smirked. “What, are you afraid that it might go after you again while you sleep?”

“That’s exactly why I don’t want this thing in my cryopod!”

The crew laughed again, but Kane wasn’t so amused. A devious idea suddenly crossed his mind. Time for a little revenge. “Oh, sure, you guys can laugh about it. But wait until you’re all suddenly on the receiving end, and we’ll see who’ll be laughing now!”

Kane gently nudged the alien awake, then gestured to the rest of his crew mates. “Hey, look, little chap…more targets!”

The alien chirped and squeaked with delight, seeing a whole buffet’s worth of new victims. It positioned itself to pounce, tail whipping around playfully as it was ready to claim its next ticklish victim.

As soon as the Nostromo crew noticed the crouching alien, they immediately stopped laughing. Everyone except Ash and Kane started backing away awkwardly. It wasn’t until the alien leapt forward that the crew shrieked in unison, and dashed out of the med bay.

Now it was Kane’s turn to laugh. “Let’s see how you astro-jerks like it!”

The alien suddenly ran back inside, making a crawl towards Kane again. He stuttered and held his hands out in defense. “H-Hey, hey, wait. Why are you going after me again? Go after the others! No…no! N-No! NonononoNO! Not again! No!” Kane dashed out of the med bay, the alien skittering after him once more while chirping mischievously.

Now alone in the med bay, Ash scowled as he heard the rest of the Nostromo crew running back and forth between floors, their distant laughter echoing. He gets sent to go undercover to retrieve a supposed deadly alien to be the perfect weapon, only to find this? An alien tickle monster?

“Tch, the fucking Weyland Yutani corporation needs to get their facts right next time. ‘Perfect organism’ my ass.”

THE END :3

[sincerely-sofie]

HI HELLO i just finished reading your dadnoir fic and i don't know how to phrase this but it really helped me get a lot of things off my chest that I didn't even know I NEEDED to get off my chest. like, it was so painful in a way that held me tight and told me it'd all be okay. been dealing with and grieving for a lot lately and I'm so glad I crossed paths with what you wrote. right place and time, if I were to describe it. pmd, its world, and everyone in it has such a special place in my heart and is a huge reason of why I am who I am and why I continue to choose to be alive despite everything I've been through and its place was cemented even further after reading the fic. genuinely, thank you

also side note when celebi said "our little explorers" i cried a lot after i thought i was done crying

(my apologies if this got too heavy! and thank you again!)

No need to apologize, Anon!!! I am so happy to have been able to provide you that catharsis. PMD is a similar treasure for me and has helped me through so much--- heck, the reason I got back into it in the first place was because I was going through a dark time and needed a source of solace to get me through it!

I wrote that Dadnoir fic while pulling from my own experiences grieving some painful things in my life. It was a very personal piece of writing, and I was really scared to post it. So to hear that it provided you a sort of healing is extremely meaningful to me.

Thank you so much for this ask. It made my lifetime.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

It was 9/5 yesterday I missed LMQ day I'm going to collapse to the ground and pour dirt over myself this requires ye olden olden traditional methods of mourning

[asexual-vampire]

Do they make body safe glow in the dark paint bc imagine how fun it would be to write sexy degrading stuff all over someone and then take them on a late night walk and watch them literally glow with the humiliation

[maya-tl]

Hey, I don't have a request but I wanted to thank you for for being one of the few active gentle surgery content creators out there. I know it's weird but it's become a bit of a comfort ship for me.

It's also inspired me to try writing my own as well, there is only so much content for it.

EIIUUGHOOUGHHHEEEUGH

This was the nicest surprise I can actually feel my tear glands working overtime. There will be no shame in this house about finding comfort in Gentle Surgery—I do that too!! We'll be weird together!! 🤝🏻

There is such a lack of content for this ship that I deadass decided I was gonna do it myself. Like Thanos. I'm overjoyed to not be alone. ❤️

Thank you for the lovely ask and best of luck on the writing journey!! I believe in you!!

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Lee!George Week Day 1 - Soft Tickles

hellooooo party people

mushie's lee!george week is finally here!!!! I have been so unbelievably excited for this since mush even MENTIONED to me that they wanted to do it, and I'm so so happy that it's HERE and we all get to participate in such a wonderful thing <3

huge huge huge shoutout to @mushiewrites for putting this all together, it's such an awesome idea. the list of prompts can be found here, and if anyone wants to participate, make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post!! that said, let's get into the fic :)

lee!george, ler!dream, 2.6k words

enjoy!!

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"Dream," George muttered under his breath, tilting his head down slightly to look at Dream's face underneath the red and white material of his beanie and the light curls that fell against his forehead.

"Hm?" Dream hummed in response, blinking his eyes open and picking his head up off George's shoulder to meet his eyes. George softly trailed his pointer finger over the back of Dream's hand that was holding George's side, in perfect time with Dream's other hand that was playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

"I know you're really comfortable and all, but… I think we need to get up," George explained, blinking in anticipation of a reply when Dream left him with silence.

"Hm…" Dream cleared his throat and hummed again after a few moments of waiting, before shrugging and leaning his head back down against George's shoulder.

"Uh… Dream?" George asked, tilting his head again to follow Dream's eyes, but he was stopped when Dream's hand in his hair started scratching again.

"Mhm, yeah?"

"Did… did you hear me?" George asked, giggling slightly at Dream's actions, unable to keep the bright smile from forming on his face.

"Yes," Dream said matter-of-factly, shifting his knees slightly where he was still cuddled up to George.

"Oh…" George's eyebrows furrowed at the confirmation, confused about the energy of the conversation. "Okay, well… I meant we need to go."

"No."

"…No?" Dream shook his head. "What do you mean no? We need to get ready to leave."

"No." Dream's smile was evident as he spoke, and he turned his head to hide his face more in the bunched up fabric of George's oversized hoodie to hide the glaringly obvious facial expression.

"Well, we do."

"No. Don't."

"Don't?" Another head shake, this time making George's smile widen as well. "Don't what?"

"Don't. You stay."

"Oh, Dream," George softened at the endearing request. "You know I'd love to…" Dream nodded, shifting again so his chin was resting on George's shoulder instead. "But you know I can't." Dream whined dramatically at that response, looping his arm further around George's waist to pull him in closer, and then doing the same with the hand on the back of his neck. George jumped at the sudden movement, flinging his hand down to grab onto the couch cushion to keep from falling over when he was jostled so violently. "Dream!"

"Georgiiiiiieee," Dream whined again, pressing his face into the space between George's neck and shoulder and giggling as he attempted to scrunch up. "Stay with me, please, George?"

"Dreheheam!" George giggled, cheeks flushed slightly pink now, and his smile was so big that it had started to make his eyes squeeze shut. "Dream, s-stop!" He complained further. His legs curled up, heels resting on the edge of the couch and knees pulled in towards his chest, as he tried to push Dream's shoulder away with one hand and pull his arm away from his waist with the other.

"I can't, George, I can't stop. I need to hear your giggles before you leave," Dream explained, still overdramatic, using his pointer finger and thumb to gently trail his nails up and down the back and sides of George's neck– something he knew never failed to make the other boy melt.

"Nohoho! Dreheam-" George tried to protest, but he was cut off by a gasp at the tracing Just as Dream had expected, his head tilted to the side to rest against Dream's where Dream's head was still laying on his shoulder. "Thahat's not fahahair…"

"It is fair. You're leaving me. Forever. I should be allowed to tickle you as a goodbye," Dream explained, shifting his position one final time to make sure he could keep them both comfortable while still having the best angle to tickle George silly. He kept both hands on George as he turned his body to face him fully. He had one foot resting on the floor, his knee against George's foot where it was still perched on the edge of the couch, and he pulled his other leg up onto the couch and tucked it between their bodies.

"Ihihihit's literahally a week, yohohou– you're beheing dramatihihic!" George explained as Dream adjusted, leftover giggles spilling out through his words even though Dream had paused his tickling. His words seemed to catch Dreams's attention immediately, and he looked almost offended at the accusation of him being dramatic about this. Dream looked up at George, eyes wide and jaw dropped, raising his eyebrows before speaking.

"George. We've known each other practically forever. We waited nearly three whole years for you to be able to come here. One hour is too long for me to be away from you, one week is like an eternity to me," Dream explained, as genuinely as he could manage, letting his thumb gently rub up and down the back of George's neck again. George's smile never faltered, but his cheeks did turn a much more prominent shade of red and his nose did scrunch up at the sweet words. He shook his head, turning it away from Dream to get a break from the deep eye contact for a few moments.

"Oh my god, Dream," George whined, sliding down the back of the couch and essentially melting into the cushions underneath him. He let his foot stay on top of Dream's knee, dropping his other leg down to cross his leg with Dream's where they were both now resting on the floor. "You can't– you can't say that."

"I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true," Dream explained, leaning in closer once again, and returning to the gentle traces with his nails on the back of George's neck. "And you're smiling. You wouldn't be smiling if you're actually mad."

"I'm not smiling," George protested, only smiling wider at his own words and Dream's tickling.

"You're giggling too." Dream knocked their shoulders together, laughing along with George as his face scrunched again and he very obviously struggled against his instincts to squirm away from the tickly sensation against his skin.

"M'not gigglihihing."

"You are."

"Shuhut uhuhup."

"You're so cute, Georgie," Dream was smiling ear to ear now, unable to stop himself from cooing over his absolutely adorable best friend that was sitting in front of him. He leaned the rest of the way forward, nuzzling into George's neck further than before. He managed to worm his way into the space inside the collar and hood of his sweatshirt, able to press a soft kiss to the exposed skin there even as George attempted to curl up.

"Dreheheheam! Stohohop!" George whined, lost in laughter and squirming now as Dream nuzzled into his neck, his stubble dragging across George's ticklish skin and making it impossible to even attempt to keep his reactions in.

Dream giggled against his skin, giddy butterflies fluttering in his own tummy at George's laughter, and he decided to try giving George a few teeny tiny raspberries against the crook of his neck just to see what George would do. He was absolutely delighted with the reaction, smiling even wider as George squealed and threw his head back against the couch.

"Dreheheam, nohohoho! Nohot thahahat!" George complained, reaching one hand up to gently hold the back of Dream's head. He didn't pull him away yet, but he kept it there just in case he did need to, because he knew Dream would stop the second he pulled him back.

"But you're so cute when you get all squirmy like this!" Dream explained before diving back in with his raspberries. After a few more, and a lot more wriggling from George, Dream moved the hand that had been situated on his side and finally brought it to life as well. He slid it off his waist, trailing downwards until he reached the bottom of his hoodie, and then gently slipped it underneath his hoodie to rest on his bare skin. He felt George's stomach tense, heard the gasp from next to his ear, and he knew George felt his warm hand on his own flushed skin the second he touched down.

"Dream, noho! Dohohon't– dohon't do ihihihit!" George returned to his whining as he placed his other hand on top of Dream's over his hoodie, doing the same as the hand in his hair– not pulling yet, but they both knew he would when they needed to stop. George squirmed against Dream's hand, shifting against the couch and straightening his back to see if Dream would pull away, but his hands and his stubble followed him no matter where he went.

He pushed his other leg forward now, so instead of resting his foot on top of Dream's knee, his leg draped over Dream's thigh instead, crossing with their already intertwined legs as well. Dream's thumb softly rubbed the skin it was covering, barely over the bottom edge of George's belly button and underneath it, in an attempt to soothe him slightly.

"It's okay, Georgie, I'm not gonna hurt you. Just tickle you to pieces right before you have to leave. That's all."

"Dreheam!"

"Shh, just relax, I'll finish soon," Dream promised, switching his movements as he curled his fingers and let the nail of his pointer finger scratch unbearably lightly over the skin below George's belly button. above the waistband of his black sweatpants.

"Oh, gohohod! Whahaha–" George's squirming increased at the change in technique. His eyes squeezed shut even harder, and his hand reached to grab the hem of his hoodie, clearly not ready to grab Dream to stop him yet, but nearing his limit nonetheless. "Dreheheam, oh my gohohod!" The hand that had grabbed his hoodie tightened its grip, before suddenly letting go of the fabric, then quickly jolting up to cover his mouth, then his eyes, then up to run through his hair and grip it. His arm stayed resting on his head for a few seconds, before falling back down to land on knee, grabbing the fabric of his pants, before finally falling back on top of Dream's hand, still not pulling away.

"Wow, that was quite a reaction, this must be a good spot for you, huh?" Dream commented, smiling at how flushed and red George's face was and how there were small tears forming in the corners of his eyes due to how hard they were closed. George bit his lip in an attempt to keep his laughter at bay for long enough to compose a response, but it didn't last too long.

"Shuhuhut uhup, Dreheheam!"

"Impossible."

"Yohou– ha! Yohou're suhuch an ihidiohohot!" George shook his head, squeezing Dream's wrist where his hand rested on top of it. Dream knew the silent plea for him to hurry up, as he and George had both used it many times before with each other, so he decided to push for the finale. He let the hand on George's stomach push against the hold on his wrist, sliding over towards his ribs, and pressed circles into the middle of his ribs with his thumb. At the exact same time, he blew one final raspberry on George's neck, closer to the back of it this time.

Within a second of him doing this, George's hand threaded through his hand and pulled his head back, and he pushed his other hand under his own hoodie to tighten around Dream's wrist and pull his hand away as well.

"DREAM!" He squealed, doubling over at the sensation, his legs curling back up as well. Dream couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, falling forward against George's side, letting his forehead collide with George's shoulder as he did so. "Shuhut up! It's not funnyhy!"

"It is so funny, George! You should've seen your face!"

"You're such an idiot, oh my god," George complained, obviously flustered by the whole ordeal, squirming in his seat as he tried to get comfortable and stop the residual tickles from giving him any more butterflies..

"Okay, okay, okay," Dream said as he calmed himself down. George's hand slipped off his wrist, but the other stayed in his hair, wrapping the curly strands around his fingers. Dream let out his last few giggles, taking a breath before continuing. "Okay. I'm sorry, I'm done laughing. And I'm done tickling. Promise."

"Good," George said as he rolled his eyes, but the smile still settled on his face let Dream know he wasn't actually mad. "You are so lucky we don't have time for me to get you back. If we didn't have to leave soon, you'd be crying already."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that," Dream confirmed, glancing up at George from his place on his shoulder. They both giggled at the idea, falling into a comfortable silence for a while, before George broke it.

"What time is it?"

"Uhhh…" Dream mumbled as he picked his phone up from the couch next to him. "5:42. Why?"

"I can give you eight more minutes before we absolutely have to get up, alright? 'Cause if we wanna leave by 6 we at least have to start packing up your car by 5:50. Is that okay with you?"

"Mhm, very. I can do eight minutes."

"Good. Very good."

And, if eight minutes later Dream still whined and complained about George having to leave– holding his waist, pulling him back down, pushing his head against his stomach when he tried to stand up, the like– they still managed to pack up all of George and Sapnap's bags in the trunk and back seat, and very promptly pull onto the road at 6:06. They were only delayed a few minutes by Dream's incessant need to follow George around with a camera and whine even more about him leaving, but overall, things went pretty much according to their planned schedule. They made it to the airport a little after 7, they were able to watch the sunrise on the way, and they blasted music with the windows down the whole time they were on the highway.

As they arrived at the doors, all three boys got their phones out and continued filming silly videos of each other, some to post and some to keep to themselves, before Sapnap and George finally pulled their luggage out of the car and set off towards the door.

"Oh, George!" Dream called out to him one last time before he walked inside, and the older man walked back over to Dream's passenger side window and leaned down into the car to hear him.

"What's up?"

"Just so you're well aware, earlier at home was just a taste of what I have planned for you," Dream dropped his voice as he explained, leaning towards where George was standing so he could be absolutely sure he was clear. George's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, cheeks flushing pink again as he realized the implications of Dream's words.

"Wh… what?"

"You heard me. That was only a sneak peak. When we get back home, I'll be able to show you what else I have in mind. But enjoy your free time until then. I won't forget," Dream pushed his point further, smiling sweetly at George at the end. "Okay, bye! Have fun at Karl's, angel! Tell him I say hi, okay?"

"I– you… you're so stupid, oh my god," George said as he tried to will the butterflies out of his chest, leaning out of the car. "And I will," He confirmed with a soft smile, letting Dream have a soft moment with him even after he essentially threatened his life. George let out a shaky breath as Dream rolled up the window and slowly drove away, before turning back to Sapnap, shrugging as if he had no idea what Dream had said, and heading towards the plane with his friend in tow.