Who’s My Favorite Boy?
Summary: Dream’s usual playful degrading genuinely gets to George this time. Luckily his best friend knows exactly what will cheer him up.
A/N: After like a 6 month hiatus I’m back :)
It was just one of their usual manhunts, George running away from Dream trying to outsmart him, and failing as usual.
“C’mere George!!” Dream taunted as he raised his sword to swing at his prey.
“No! Dream! Leave me alone!!” He practically squealed, hopping in a boat and rowing away.
“Oh, clever George. Real clever. Sucks for you though..”
“W..Why?” He surely had gotten away, what was Dream talking about?
“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He said in a low, ominous tone.
“WHAT?” George yelled as he saw Dream quickly approaching his boat, dolphins by his sides.
His boat broke, and he was in the water fighting Dream.
“IM LOW- IM SO LOW. DREAM PLEASE-“ His pleas didn’t work.
GeorgeNotFound was slain by DreamWasTaken.
“YOURE SO FUCKING STUPID! WHAT AN IDIOT PLAY! ANYONE COULD SEE THAT FROM A THOUSAND MILES GEORGE! DOGWATER ACTUAL DOGWATER!” Dream went on his usual playful degrading.
George didn’t take it as playful though, something about it hurt this time. He knew Dream never meant it, but he was just extra sensitive today..
The call was silent for awhile, Dream expecting a “shut up” or “rematch right now” but it never came.
“George?” He chuckled out, waiting for the others response, but was met by the sound of George leaving the discord call.
Dream started to worry a bit, did he go overboard? George knew he didn’t mean it and that it was just for the bit right?
He got up from his desk and went to George’s room, gently knocking on the door. No response. He gently opened it, just incase he was doing something private.
“George? You good?” He saw the older laying on his side on his bed.
“Go away Dream. I’m fine.”
“Clearly not, did I do something George?” The sincerity in his voice made George wanna cry on the spot for being so silly.
“Am I really fucking stupid?” It was a genuine question but seemed more like a scoff at himself.
“George, no no. That was for the video. I’m so sorry if it came off that way. It was just for the bit. I could never be mad at you.”
He didn’t get a response, just a shoulder shrug. Now he was doubting himself.
“George cmon. I know you know that you’re the smartest one in our friend group. You beat Sapnap by a long shot!” Not even a smile.
Dream sighed, he was gonna have to use his emergency resort. “You’re really gonna make me do this huh George?”
No response again.
With one last sigh, he gently smiled and gently brought a few wiggling fingers to his friends side.
“Hellllooo twitch chat, we have George with us today! He seems to be very giggly today! Little secret chat, George here is VERY ticklish!” He talked as if he was on a stream.
“Dreheheheam! Nohoho!” George’s laughter was light and hiccupy, full of sincerity and happiness.
“What’s that chat? Try his sides? Alright!” Dream began to gently, but intently, squeeze his sides, causing the raven haired boy to buck his hips, gripping onto Dreams wrists half heartedly.
“Woah! Nice call chat! He seems really ticklish here! does this tickle Georgie?” He gently teased, noting that his laughter went up a bit.
“Now George, I’ll either tickle another spot, or you tell me who my favorite person is and I’ll stop.”
“Tohohohommy!”
“Wrong.” He scanned his body before settling on a spot.
George braced for impact, but it never came. Slowly
peeking his eyes open, he faced a much scarier sight. Dream’s hand was right above his belly, formed in a claw shape. Just as he opened his eyes Dream dropped it down a few inches, getting an excited squeal out of George.
“WAHAHAHAIT!” He tried to push his hand away, but it seemed like a tickle monster has taken over his best friend.
“You know what to do George. Who’s my favorite person?” He smirked, knowing George loved playing tickle games.
While George would never admit it out loud, he adored being tickled, and has a soft spot for tickle games. Dream and him engage in them pretty much daily, it’s become routine at this point.
He closed his eyes, shaky breaths coming out, “Sapnap.”
Dream tsk’ed and quickly lowered his claw to scribble on George’s belly as well as give a few pinches to his ribs.
“DREHEHEHEAM! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHANT!” He begged, squirming away from him, half-heartedly tugging at his wrists.
“Can’t what? Can’t take tickles or can’t admit you’re my favorite person? Either way you’re too cute to stop tickling. I think I’ll just stay here forever, and ever. Tickling my cute baby boy.” George’s face was flushed, squeaky giggles and protests leaving his lips at his words.
“PLEHEASE! MEHEHERCY!” His pleas grew as Dream neared his bellybutton, one of his weak spots.
Dream gently circled the spot, before wiggling his finger inside, causing the older to let out a girly squeal and began thrashing harder than he was before. He was grabbing at his wrist with full force now, genuinely trying to get the tickly finger to leave.
“HAHAHA! PIHIHICK ANOHOHOTHER SPOHOHOT!” He couldnt handle that spot, it drove him nuts.
“Who’s my favorite person?” He tried again, and began to wiggle his finger faster, causing George to wheeze and his laughter gone silent.
He caved, not being able to take it anymore. With tears of mirth streaming down his face, George inhaled a gasp of air, “MEHEHEHE!”
The tickling slowed to light side traces, not enough to make his squirm but to have light giggles.
“Good. You know I really didn’t mean it right?”
“I do, I was just feeling self deprecating already, and that just kinda make me doubt myself further. I just want to be perfect, Clay.”
“You are perfect George. You’re perfect to me.”
“Can you..can you keep doing the thing?” George’s gaze adverted and his tone was timid.
Dream smiled fondly, “Of course George. Anything for you.”
Laughter filled the air once more.