#my toxic dnfer jumped out

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1

This is a request from this prompt list from @wishitweresummer (find the ask here!). I accidentally made it an almost 5K fic when I wanted it to originally be a lil ficlet or drabble. I can never ever control myself and one day I will realize that. But until then - surprise! Another dnf fic. Do you ever expect anything different though?

prompts 10 - “I suggest you run” / 25 - “I’ll give u 5 seconds to escape”  / 26 - “here comes the tk monster”

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 4.7K words)

warnings: romantic dnf! (just some kisses, cuddles and lots of tickles)

George never dreamed that he could be so lucky. Laying next to Dream was something he had always thought about but wasn’t sure if it was something obtainable for him. He never expected for the two to confess their feelings on a cold winter night in December, huddled together for warmth while their heat was out. But here they were months later, still finding themselves tangled up in each other at any chance they got. No matter what the two had going on in their busy schedules, they always made time for cuddles, Dream insisting it was necessary for both of them to get their daily doses in. But George would never complain; why would he? He gets to shove his face into Dream’s neck while he tells George how important he is, how lovely he is, how he’s Dream’s. “Mine” he would always say, and the elder was always quick to respond - “yours, all yours”. George knew he’d never get tired of it. 

There was something else that had made its way into their everyday routine. Something that George never expected to adore so much, but found that he couldn’t handle going without it, not even for a day. It didn’t matter if he was on the receiving or giving end, all he knew was that he needed it; he needed the way that it would end with both of them in a messy pile of giggles and panting, each one trying to catch their own breath for different reasons. But still, they both craved it enough to work it into their day to day schedules. 

This something was tickling. 

It was kind of embarrassing, George had to admit. He was shy about this particular thing with anyone else, always finding ways to escape when his other friends would attempt to start this type of play with him, finding that he really only had a taste for it when he was with Dream. He couldn’t explain it, but it made me feel like he was floating, essentially up on Cloud 9 anytime one of them initiated it. Especially when it was Dream. 

He could be doing anything - sleeping on the couch, watching a movie in the theater room, making food, cuddling - and he was always surprised when Dream’s hands would appear seemingly out of thin air, never hearing the other approach from behind him. Dream’s hands always landed in one of two spots; his hips or his ribs. 

George had been in the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for a snack, his arms raised as he reached for the chips on one of the higher shelves. He grabbed the bag with his pointer and middle finger, barely reaching but somehow coaxing the chips to fall into his hands. He quickly dropped them on the counter with a squeal, arms shooting down to his sides when he felt two squeezes in quick succession to his ribs. 

“Dreheam!” He whined, leaning his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder as he dipped down to wrap his arms around George’s waist. Although Dream had stopped the tickling, the feelings still lingered, a few stray giggles bubbling up his throat and into the small space between them. Dream squeezed tighter, resting his chin on George’s shoulder as he swayed back and forth slightly, eyes closed as he smiled against the smaller boy’s ear. 

“Yes, my love?” Dream answered, his voice low, almost a whisper as he attempted the worst British accent George had ever heard. He rolled his eyes at the nickname, knowing Dream was kidding but feeling the butterflies erupt in his stomach regardless. The brunette whined again, Dream’s arms loosening around him briefly when George turned to face him, looking up into the bright green eyes he could finally admire up close. He was able to see the specks of gold throughout the iris, along with the little brown dot that made its home in Dream’s right eye. 

“What?” The blonde asked nervously, eyes now looking to the side as his cheeks turned a dusty pink, embarrassed at how intensely George was studying him. 

“Nothing, just fawning over you. Can I not adore my boyfriend in peace?” George giggled as Dream let out a groan, leaning forward and placing his forehead against the older boy’s shoulder. George giggled a little harder at the action, wrapping his hands around Dream’s waist and rubbing a soothing hand along his upper back. “What’s wrong, puppy, is there a problem?”

“Oh just…shut up, you little idiot.” Dream mumbled against the shirt he was currently buried in, hugging him tighter with a giggle escaping him even as he tried to sound annoyed. But George knew better - Dream was never annoyed with him. No matter how good of an actor Dream may think he is, George always knew better. 

“I’m an idiot, am I?” George lowered his voice, matching Dream’s tone from the minutes before when he was purring out his words into George’s own ear. He made sure to turn his head so that his lips were pressed against the shell of Dream’s ear as he spoke, smirking when the blonde’s shoulders came up to try and protect it. “Well, I guess you don’t want the surprise I had in mind to cheer you up.” 

“No! What surprise?” Dream stood up quickly, straightening his back and moving his arms from around George’s waist to grip his shoulders, squeezing slightly. The blonde was pouting, looking down at him with the biggest puppy eyes George had ever seen. 

“I don’t know! I’m just an idiot, remember? I forgot what the surprise was.” 

“George!” 

“What?! You’re the one who insulted me!” 

“You know I didn’t mean it!” Dream let out a huff of air in frustration, somewhere between a groan and a growl before leaning his head back against George’s shoulder, landing a little harder than intended and breaking out into bright giggles when the brunette let out a yelp. “Come on, baby, please? For me?” 

The brunette let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning his head to the side to rest against Dream’s. He hugged the taller boy tighter to him, finding it hard to keep his affection in check when he was acting this adorable. George knew that Dream knew that his little pleas always got to him, and hated that he was being molded by Dream like he was putty to get what he wanted. 

George hated that it always worked. 

“Alright you big cry baby, stand up then.” He pushed at Dream’s shoulders, chuckling when he let out a scoff at the name George had called him, the elder always using it on him whenever he was being pouty. Dream adjusted himself, reaching up to fix the Techno cat beanie that seemed to be sewn into his hair with how much he wore it. The blonde was staring down at the smaller boy, bouncing up and down on his toes as he waited for George to continue. 

“You wanna know what your surprise is?” 

“Yes please.” 

“You really wanna know?” 

“Yes! I just said I did!” 

“Are you reaaaaally sure?” 

“George!”

Dream was smiling through his words, trying to press his lips together in a straight line to seem more intimidating but failing miserably. How could he not smile every time he saw George smiling? It was contagious, spreading as easily as the common cold, and Dream caught it every single time. 

“Okahay okay! Here, you can have your surprise.” George was giggling at Dream’s impatience, wanting to drag it out more but knowing that he would be knocked down a peg or two if he tried. And he wasn’t about to open up that can of worms, at least not in that way. George was a planner, and he had already mapped out the idea for retaliation in his head. It was time to set it in motion. 

George leaned forward on his toes, pushing himself up with his lips parted slightly, puckering them when Dream’s lips moved to meet him halfway. When Dream’s eyes slipped closed George made his move, using both hands to quickly scribble into the blonde’s tummy with as much pressure as he could. 

Dream’s eyes immediately shot open, not expecting the tickly fingers against his stomach and doubling over as he laughed loudly, the cackles bouncing around the walls of the kitchen and flowing back into George’s ears. He was smiling as he continued to tickle him, leaning his head to the side and listening to Dream’s laugh like it was the best symphony he’d ever heard. 

But getting lost to the sound of Dream’s giggles was dangerous - George had learned this the hard way many times. It seemed as if he’d have to learn once again as Dream’s hands were suddenly gripping the smaller boy’s wrists together in one hand, successfully stopping the tickling as he straightened up, panting through his remaining giggles as he tried to catch his breath. The look in Dream’s eyes was intense, staring into George’s with the intent to attack. The brunette pulled at his wrists, whimpering when Dream held onto them with a tight grip. 

“D-Dreheam, let go!” George pulled at his wrists again, this time a little harder. He was surprised when he felt Dream’s grasp loosen, allowing him to pull his hands back and hold them against his chest to protect himself. Dream was still staring, looking as if he could swallow George whole if he really wanted to, but a chill ran down George’s spine as the blonde began to smirk. 

“I- Dream I’m-”

“Save it.” 

“What?! Dream, what are you-”

“George,” Dream’s stern tone of voice stopped George’s train of thought, causing his jaw to drop slightly when he saw the blonde lean in close, almost touching his nose to George’s as he continued to speak. “I suggest you run.”

The elder didn’t give himself a chance to pick a destination within the house, only worrying about getting away from Dream, letting his feet carry him wherever they go. He was sprinting towards the steps, frantic laughter exploding from him as the taller boy chased behind him. 

“Oh Geeeeorgeee~!” Dream called as he followed George up the steps, watching the brunette disappear down the hallway at the top of the steps. The blonde was chasing him, but he wasn’t in any hurry - he wanted George to think that he actually had a chance at escaping. That was one of Dream’s favorite things to do - make the lee think they have a chance, just to tear them down into tickly little bits to show them how wrong they were. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Dream heard his blaring screams echoing down the long corridor as he finally reached the top step, just in time to see George’s door slam shut. The younger man chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way down the hallway with minimal sound. 

George was panicking now, looking around his room for places to hide, knowing Dream was going to burst through his door at any second. His eyes landed on the bed as he contemplated squirming his way underneath, but he quickly changed his mind. He knew it was too obvious and he’d be found immediately. Another look around the room and he briefly thought about hiding under his desk as well, but ruled that out when he thought about how exposed he’d be. One last look and George suddenly found a worthy hiding spot - his closet. 

“Here comes the tickle monster!” 

“Shit!” he mumbled under his breath as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer to his room, surging forward and flinging the doors to his closet open before stepping inside. He made sure to close the doors softly, slowly releasing the handles until he heard them lock securely in place. George sat on the floor of his closet, crawling backwards until his body hit the wall. The sudden sound of his bedroom door opening had him flinging a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as he tried his hardest to listen and pinpoint where Dream was within his room. 

“I know you’re in here, Georgie…” He heard the blonde’s voice coming from somewhere across the room, presumably checking under the bed. A second later he heard his blankets ruffling, followed by a loud “AHA!” coming from Dream. George thanked his lucky stars he didn’t settle for his original thought for a hiding spot. 

“Looks like someone got a little smarter at hide and seek, huh?” 

George could practically hear his heart beating, feeling it pounding in his chest as he moved to clamp his free hand over his mouth as well. He was aware of his breathing and how loud it was, and tried to adjust accordingly; every inhale was shallow, and every exhale was shaky as he tried to keep the noise to a minimum. 

“I’m gonna find you, baby. You know you can’t hide from me for long.” He rolled his eyes as he heard the smirk in Dream’s voice, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly at the comment from the younger boy. George sat up slightly, trying to look through the crack of the door to see if he could see any movement when suddenly the closet doors flung open, allowing the light to pour in and reveal the brunette in his vulnerable position on the ground. 

“GOTCHA GEORGIE!” Dream was cackling like a witch, lunging forward and grabbing at George with both hands, laughing harder when George’s limbs kept evading capture. He was flailing against the carpet, kicking up and thrashing his arms in every direction to keep Dream from getting a good grip. 

“D-Dreheheam no no no! Don’t, pl-pleheHEASE DOHON’T!” 

The blonde had successfully captured one of George’s ankles, pulling it towards himself to allow his free hand to grab onto the other ankle. Dream stood up, dragging George out from the closet as the older boy shrieked and clawed at the carpet, even going as far as to grab onto the doorframe of the closet so Dream couldn’t pull him out fully. 

“So that’s how this is gonna go, hm? You’re gonna be a brat?” Dream sighed in faux disappointment, shaking his head slightly as George watched his movements with wide eyes. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, the smile never leaving his face as George tried to regulate his breathing, adjusting his grip on the wooden frame as he shrugged his shoulders at Dream. 

The younger boy giggled and shrugged his shoulders back at George before using his middle fingers of both hands to trace along the arches of the smaller boy’s feet, making him kick and immediately lose his grip from the door. Dream used this opportunity to yank at his ankles once more, successfully pulling George completely out of the closet and into the center of his own room. Dream smirked down at the boy beneath him, poking a few times at the tummy that was now on full display due to his shirt being pulled up to just under his ribs from being dragged against the carpet. 

George was smacking his hands against the ground, trying to push himself up on his elbows and kick himself free, but it was all for nothing. Dream made his way from George’s ankles to straddling his hips, laughing when the elder pulled his arms back and folded them across his chest as a way to try and keep Dream from taking them. They both knew this was useless. They both went along with it anyway like it wasn’t. 

“I’ll give you five seconds to escape.” 

“Wh- Dream, what?! You’re….You’re holding mehehe down!” George looked up at Dream, seeing the mischief sparkling in his eyes as he moved and wrapped both hands around both of George’s wrists.

“Five.” 

“Dream! Nohoho! Lehet me gohoho!” 

“Four.” Dream pulled George’s wrists away from his body, chuckling quietly as he tried to keep the stern look on his face. 

“Three.” 

“Nohoho no! No, baby, Dream, plehehease!” George was squealing as Dream moved both wrists above his head, pushing them into the ground to show George how stuck he actually was. No matter how hard George yanked his arms or squirmed side to side, he made absolutely zero progress in defending himself. 

“Two….” Dream moved both of George’s wrist into one hand, using his now free hand to wiggle his fingers in a claw shape above his boyfriend’s torso. 

“Nohoho! D-Dreheheam, nohot fair!” George squeezed his eyes shut to avoid seeing the taunting hand, regretting it a second later when he felt that same hand vibrating into the right side of his ribcage, fingers making their way down the bottom set to give the sensitive skin there some attention as well. 

“One! The tickle monster is here George, I tried to warn you!” 

“NAHAHA!” George was lost in a world of hysterical laughter, the sounds of his screams and squeals making it hard to even hear Dream’s teases.

“You only have yourself to blame, babycakes!”

“EHEHEW WHAHAT?!” George scrunched up his face through his laughter at the pet name, shaking his head as Dream began to laugh along with him.

“Oh come on, it fits! You’re my baby, and you’re sweet! Like cake,” Dream knew that if George didn’t already have his eyes squeezed shut, he would’ve received a huge eye roll at the cringey remark. “Which is why it’s just so tempting to just…take a bite out of you.”

George squirmed to the side when he felt a nibble against his neck, just below his ear, making him shriek before breaking out into giggles. The brunette shook his head again, making Dream switch to wiggling a finger under his arm, making quick but light circles over the fabric of his shirt. 

“Nohoho! Nohoho Dream! Dohohon’t!” He was pulling at his wrists, kicking behind him as he tried to squirm his way out of Dream’s grip. The blonde noticed and stopped briefly, using both hands to readjust the hold before pushing them down against the carpet.

“Dreheam, come on-!” George’s words caught in his throat when opened his eyes briefly, being met with the sight of Dream’s face, much closer than he anticipated. He swallowed thickly, eyes flicking down to watch the younger boy’s smirk spread across his face. George could feel his face getting warmer, not knowing what to say now that Dream was so close. His eyes squeezed shut once more when he saw Dream lean down, feeling lips grazing against his jaw before stopping right below his ear. George squirmed with a squeak when he felt Dream press a kiss there before he continued. 

“Come on, pretty boy, you didn’t think I’d just let you get away with that, did you?” Dream’s voice was almost a whisper, sending George into a tiny fit of giggles at the feeling. He didn’t have the chance to respond, screaming out when he felt Dream’s hand scribbling against the side of his tummy, the left side of his body this time. George flung himself to the right, squealing again when the tickling hand followed his every move. 

“Dreheheheam! Nahahaha plehease!” 

George was thrashing, his fists opening and closing on their own accord. Dream’s hand never seemed to stay in one spot for long. As quickly as the tickling started on the side of his tummy, it was gone not even ten seconds later, now exploring the stretched out ribs. He felt Dream spread his fingers as far as they’d go, slotting all five finger tips between the sensitive bones before shaking his hand as fast as he could. George shrieked at that, somehow bucking his hips up enough to actually disturb Dream’s balance for a moment. 

“Oh my God, George! You just lifted me!” The blonde was laughing, stopping the tickling as he pulled himself together, allowing George to also get his breathing somewhat regulated as well. Dream sat up on his knees, scooting himself up a little higher on George’s thighs before lowering himself back down, situating himself before deciding he was ready to continue.  

George’s eyes were still closed, his head tipped back as he took in jagged breaths, when he felt a kiss against the base of his throat, making him curl in on himself. He quickly attempted to put his chin down to cover the area, but instead came to a stop against the side of Dream’s neck, unable to protect himself. George shook his head from side to side as his boyfriend shook his head, rubbing his stubble from his chin against George’s collarbone and sending him into a frenzy of frantic giggles.

“Staha-stohop!” George’s eyes flew open, laughing so hard he swore he would lose his voice after Dream was done with him. Dream sat up, leaning forward to give George a kiss when the brunette turned his head to the side with a loud whine in protest, giving Dream the angriest look he could muster up through his continuous giggles. 

The younger boy’s jaw dropped, immediately drawing butterflies out from the depths of Georges stomach, making them flutter like they were trying to force their way out of him. His giggles went silent, the two locking eyes as Dream continued to draw out the anticipation. 

When George opened his mouth to speak, Dream’s hand suddenly came back to life. Only this time, when he was expecting the hand to return to his ribs, his right hand made contact with George’s hip bone, squeezing and kneading into it with his thumb and making him squeal. His feet were stomping against the carpet, trying to push himself up by digging his heels into the carpet, but he was too weak from laughing. 

“NAHAHA!” His wrists were suddenly free and George flung them down against his sides, trapping Dream’s hands where they had migrated under his arms. The elder knew this game - it was one of his boyfriend’s signature moves whenever he got into tickle fights. No matter who it was with, he always somehow got his hands trapped under the other person’s arms. It was truly a talent George wished he possessed. 

“Oh no, baby! I’m stuck! You need to lift your arms!” Dream cried out in a fake panic, only making George laugh harder as a result of his idiotic act. 

“Y-You’re nohohot! Gehehet out!” George was squirming back and forth, head thrown back with his arms crossed over his chest, his hands gripping onto Dream’s wrists and pulling like his life depended on it. 

“Hmmm….” Dream sat back slightly, hands still kneading under George’s arms into the sensitive muscles by the fronts of them, smiling as he watched the smaller boy under him continue to laugh his heart out. “I think I’m gonna need you to lift your arms.” 

“Wh- Noho!” 

“Come on, just a little bit? I just need a little space! Then I could wiggle them free!” George let out a yelp as Dream wiggled his fingers to try and pretend to get free, continuing to poke and prod even as George agreed over and over again. 

“I said okahahahay! S-Stohohop I’ll do it!” 

Dream raised his eyebrows slightly, his hands slowly coming to a stop, no longer moving and giving George a chance to get used to the feeling for a moment. George brought his hands up to cover his face, giggling in embarrassment as Dream gave him a few words of encouragement. After a few seconds, George removed his hands from his face and squeezed his eyes shut so he couldn’t see Dream’s teasy smile. He made the jittery move of raising his arms slightly, his elbows barely above his shoulders, just becoming vulnerable, before flinging them back down when he felt fingers drilling into his top ribs. 

“DR-DREHEHE- STAHAHAP! WHY- I DIHIHID IHIHIHIT! P-PLEHEHEASE!” George could feel the wetness in the corners of his eyes as the tears started falling, his laughter finally sending him over the edge and bringing on the waterworks. Of course he wasn’t actually crying in distress, and Dream knew this, having experienced this countless times. 

“Awh baby, are you crying because of how much it tickles? My poor little kitten,” Dream teased over George’s hysterical laughter, falling forward slightly when George bent his knees, bringing them up and slamming them into Dream’s back. “Ouch okay okahay! No need to get violent!” 

“Sohohorry!” The brunette knew Dream wasn’t serious but decided to apologize anyway, hoping to give himself more of a chance of escaping sooner than later. It would seem his theory was correct, feeling Dream’s hands coming to a stop once more. Dream nodded his head and George took in a shaky breath, lifting his arms above his head slowly, making sure to use every ounce of willpower to keep them up. 

“Good boy, George. I told you that you could do it!” Dream moved his hands from under the smaller boy’s arms, grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling George up into a sitting position so the blonde could wrap his arms around him. 

“Nnnh…” The elder whined, wrapping his arms tightly around Dream’s waist and smiling into his chest when he felt two kisses placed on the top of his head. He leaned his head back, looking up at Dream and giving him a sleepy smile, eyes half closed from how exhausted he was as he continued to let out little squeaks and giggles from the leftover tickles still dancing over his skin. 

“You tired, baby? Did I go too far?” Dream’s voice lowered on the second question, letting out a sigh of relief when George immediately shook his head, letting him know that his boyfriend was truly okay. 

“I am very tired, you big bully. You just tickled me to death!” George continued to complain as Dream rolled his eyes and made a move to stand, gripping the smaller boy’s thighs and squeezing once to make him bark out a laugh before hoisting him up and moving both of them to the bed. He placed George down first, watching him make his way under the grey covers of his own bed before Dream climbed in after him. The blonde rested his head on the pillow, adjusting himself until he was in a comfortable position and giggling when George was immediately clinging to him. 

“I know I know, I’m sorry baby. You were really cute though!” Dream giggled again as George let out a whine at the compliment, hiding his face further into the younger boy’s neck. Dream ran a hand up and down George’s back, helping him calm down and allowing him to relax. Suddenly Dream gasped, startling George and making him squeak as he sat back to look at Dream with wide eyes.

“What?!” 

“I never got my surprise!” 

George broke out into giggles at the comment, rolling his eyes and lifting his left hand to run through the wild curls that were hanging over Dream’s forehead. He shook his head slowly, smiling wide as he moved his hand down to the back of the blonde’s neck, pulling him forward and connecting their lips in a quick kiss. He could feel Dream smiling against his lips, pulling back and opening his eyes to see Dream still smiling, looking at George like he was the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen. 

“There, you idiot. You got your surprise. Now cuddle me, I deserve it after that.” Dream giggled, pulling George back into the crook of his neck while he wrapped his arms around him again, holding him as close as he could get. 

“Alright grumpy. I’ll allow it,” George jabbed at Dream’s side, making him squeal before grabbing at the smaller boy’s hand. “Hey, don’t push it! You’re lucky I love you.” 

“Nn mmhn mm.” Dream heard a muffled reply against his neck, giggling and lifting the shoulder that George’s head rested on to get him out of his hiding spot. He of course knew that George returned the sentiment, but Dream wasn’t going to let him go that easily. 

“What George? What was that?” 

“NNh mmhhn m!” 

“Whaaaaat?”

“I love you! There, happy idiot?!” 

“With you? Always.” 

George let out a groan, pretending to hate how sappy the younger boy was. Dream just laughed, pressing another kiss on the top of George’s head before leaning his cheek against it, allowing his eyes to close as they both drifted off into a much needed nap.