so me and @mushiewrites started talking like… 2 days before the face reveal or something like that, and we grew a LOT closer on face reveal day when we watched the reveal/georges vlog together and talked about it. a day or two later, he had this Brilliant idea that he posted about in this concept here, and we brainstormed about the idea the same day. it was one of our first real brainrots together, and genuinely will always hold a special place in my heart for that reason alone
we both actually started writing the same concept on a discord call together, but neither of us ever made it around to finishing it, and time went on and on until now, 2 and a half YEARS later, since i’ve started doing the few smaller fics of older concepts from 2021/22/23. mash all these factors together, and i present to you: the infamous Shoe Fic. please, hold your applause.
so, let this be a testament to mushie, and the wonderful friendship that we’ve fostered since the birth of this concept. i couldn’t be more grateful for everything they’ve done for and with me, and i hope we get to make millions of new concepts like this forever and ever <3 everyone go show mush your appreciation!!! and i hope you all enjoy the fic 🥰
lee!dream, ler!george, 1.7k words
enjoy!!
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"Dream?" George said as he knocked on the door of Dream's office that was left slightly cracked open. He pushed the door open a little more, continuing as he did so. "Are you in here?"
"Yeah," a soft voice called from inside the room. "You can come in."
George pushed the door the rest of the way open, closing it behind him as he stepped into the room and caught sight of Dream, laying on his back on the twin bed against the wall. The thin black throw blanket was draped haphazardly over his thighs, one arm behind his head while the other held his phone in front of him, and his feet– more importantly, his shoes– rested at the far end of the bed.
“I thought I told you not to put your shoes on the bed,” George reprimanded lightly, walking over to the bed and smacking the sole of Dream’s white sneaker, making him chuckle and roll his eyes playfully.
“Okay, mom,” Dream sassed, turning back to his phone as George leaned his hip against the edge of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, in true ‘mom’ fashion. “I’ll make sure to do my homework and brush my teeth before I go to bed too.”
“You’re such an idiot,” George replied with a smile, shaking his head fondly. He whacked the side of Dream’s shoe again, slipping his pointer finger through the loop of his shoelaces and lifting his foot up with it, before dropping it back down on the bed and making them both laugh. “I’m being serious. You’re gonna get the sheets all gross and dirty and germ-y.”
“Oh, germ-y, huh?” Dream teased, kicking at George’s hand, before unceremoniously turning over to lay on his stomach, crossing his ankles and returning to scrolling on his phone. “You say that like I go outside.”
“You went outside today.”
“To our driveway.”
“Which is outside,” George said, hiking one leg up to sit halfway on the edge of the bed. “And you’re gonna start going outside more now…” He continued, trailing off, the echo of ‘now that I’m here, now that we’re together’ that rattled his brain going unsaid.
“Hm…” Dream hummed in understanding, a smile forming on his lips at the thought. George was right, he actually would be going outside a lot more now, getting to explore the world with George and Sapnap, and every adventure he could possibly come up with flooded his mind at once, warming his chest from the inside out.
In his distraction, however, he failed to notice George climb the rest of the way onto the bed and swing his leg over Dream’s lower body, only snapping back to reality when he felt a weight settle on his calves, pinning his legs down with ease.
“What are you doing?” Dream asked, twisting his upper body around and propping himself up on his elbow to try to get a better view, but all he saw was the back of George’s pale blue t-shirt, still wrinkled from the journey to Florida less than a week prior, packed in a suitcase and only recently put away.
“Taking your shoes off,” George answered, tone flat as he tugged on the laces of Dream’s sneakers. Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes once more, but he let George continue.
He turned back around, resting his head on his arm and rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his knuckles as George removed one shoe and let it drop to the floor beside the bed to be picked up later. He let his eyes close, already more sleepy than he was when he first laid down in his office, comforted and relaxed by George’s presence alone.
His relaxation was interrupted by a sudden yelp as George slipped the second shoe off, when he accidentally grazed the sole of Dream’s foot with the tips of his fingers, causing him to whip his head back around and try to yank his leg away, kicking his shoe unceremoniously onto the ground.
Dream froze, realization washing over him and causing his face to heat up, waiting to see if George had caught on as well. George, also silent and frozen, very clearly had noticed, and Dream didn’t need to see his face to know the smirk on it was growing wider with each passing second.
“…What was that?” George asked, his amused tone confirming Dream’s suspicions, only making his face flush even more.
“…Nothing,” Dream replied, and the pitch of his voice indicated it was precisely anything other than nothing.
“Are you ticklish?”
“No!” He defended, curling his toes and covering the foot that George had tickled with the other one, hoping it would grant him any sort of protection. George stayed silent, and simply trailed his fingers down the sole of that foot instead, earning a sharp gasp and flinch from Dream, telling him everything he needed to know.
“Dream,” He spoke with a low voice, making Dream squirm slightly under him, antsy before anything had even happened. “You’re ticklish.”
“…Maybe,” Dream replied after a moment of silence, pushing himself up onto his hands. He twisted and turned, trying to see past George’s shoulders, but it was no use, so he dropped back down to his elbows and sighed nervously. A few more moments went by with no words or movement from either of them, longer than what seemed necessary, and Dream furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “George?”
“Hm?”
“…What are you doing?”
“Thinking.”
“…Thinking?” Dream asked, looking behind him again, and this time he saw George look over his shoulder and smile at him before turning back. “About what?” He tried, and he received no verbal response, but he felt fingers trail down the soles of both his feet instead. “Oh, fuck, George–“
“You know what,” George replied, giggling as Dream’s feet kicked and squirmed as much as they could underneath him, and he used one hand to press Dream’s ankle into the bed and the other to skitter his nails up and down the sole of his socked foot, making him groan and let out a few stray giggles, which then turned into a full blown giggle fit.
“Nohohoho, c’mohohon!” Dream whined, dropping back down onto the bed, unable to hold himself up any longer. He hid in his elbow, free hand gripping the pillow above his head, pulling it closer and shoving his face into it when he let out another undignified squeal and fell into boyish cackles as George switched to scratching over the arch of his foot. “AH– nahahahaha!”
“This is incredible,” George said, mostly to himself, and he tightened his knees around Dream’s ankles to hold them closer together, now scribbling his fingers over both feet at the same time. Dream’s laughter kicked up a notch at that, curling his toes and squirming as much as he could.
“Nahahaha, thihihis ihisn’t fahahahair!” He threw one hand behind him to blindly grab for George, fingers grazing his shirt just enough to grab onto the fabric and hold on tightly, making George chuckle at him. His fingers grazed over the sides of his feet while they danced over his soles, making him squeal and squirm even harder. “OKAHAHAY, stohop, stahahahap!”
“Are you gonna wear your shoes on the bed again?” George asked, his condescending and teasy tone only making Dream more flustered.
“Nohohoho, nohoho! I wohohon’t, I swehehear!” He caved, smacking his hand against the pillow below him and shaking his head wildly, making a mess of his curls even though George wasn’t looking.
“Good. Say you’re sorry,” George demanded, his smirk once again audible in his voice.
“Fuhuhuck OHOHOFF!”
“No, you’re gonna say ‘George, you were right, I was wrong, I’m sorry’ or I’m never gonna stop tickling you.”
“Nohoho!?” He protested, shoving his face in the pillow, butterflies swirling in his tummy at George’s assertiveness. George’s fingers wormed their way under his toes, scratching and scribbling there instead, and Dream let out another loud squeal, curling his toes uselessly but unable to throw George off. “AHAHAHA, Geohohohorge! Stahahahahap!”
“You know what you have to do.”
“OKAHAHAHAY, okahahay! Lehehet me breheheathe!” Dream pleaded, and George granted him a little bit of mercy, cupping his hands around the middle of Dream’s feet and pressing them down into the bed, making sure he couldn’t squirm to fight off the ghost tickles. Then, he curled his thumbs, tracing his nails slowly up and down Dream’s soles, still tickling but making sure Dream could speak through his laughter. “Fuhuck…” Dream took a breath, picking his head up from the pillow and resting it on his arm again. “Yohohou were rihihight, fihine, you were rihihight.”
“And?”
“And you’re stuhuhupihid,” He groaned, and George immediately dug in under his toes again, making him squeal and arch his back. “NAHAHAHA– I wahahahas wrohohong! I’m sohohohorry– I’M SOHORRYHYHY, Geohohorge, plehehehease!”
“That’s better,” George said softly, and he stopped the unbearable tickling, giving Dream a few seconds to breathe before he moved. He sat up on his knees, turning himself around to face Dream’s upper body instead, kneeling above his thighs and tapping his hip lightly, a silent instruction for him to flip over. Dream did, with an unenthusiastic groan, throwing his arms over his face as he continued to catch his breath, and George settled himself on Dream’s thighs instead. “You alright?”
“Mhm,” Dream hummed, and George could see the smile on his face. “You tired me out, though.”
“Good,” George replied smugly. Dream dropped his arms, looking up at George like he had just hung the moon, the lopsided smile left on his face making George’s heart burst. George giggled, making Dream giggle as well, giddy energy swirling through both of them in the soft atmosphere of the dimly lit room. “Your face is so dumb.”
“Yeah, you love it,” Dream teased, scrunching his nose up at George, who shook his head and rolled his eyes fondly. “I need a nap.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah… and so will you,” Dream said, and suddenly his arms were around George’s waist and he was yanked down onto the bed. Before he could even process the words, he was trapped between Dream’s body and the wall behind him, one leg pinned under Dream and the other curled around him, and there were fingers digging into his sides and ribs like it was all they knew how to do. George squealed, fighting back as much as he could, but any plan he could come up with to escape was unsuccessful.
Needless to say, Dream’s forgotten shoes on the floor would stay there for quite some time.
i mentioned this in my other post but this is a little baby fic from like may of 2022 that i never finished and rediscovered recently, so i decided to fix it up and finish it so i could post it <3 it’s nothing crazy, just something short and sweet to be posted between longer fics i’ve been working on :)) i hope you guys like it in the mean time!!
lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 1.4k words
enjoy!!
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Sapnap blinked tiredly, bringing himself back to reality as he saw his phone light up beside him. He glanced over, rubbing at his eye with his knuckle as he watched the texts from Dream come through one at a time.
can u come to my office for a sec
need ur opinion on smth
Sapnap typed out a quick 'k one sec' before turning off his phone, slipping it into the pocket of his shorts as he stood up, stretching his shoulders out before making his way to Dream’s room.
When he arrived, he gently knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. Inside, Dream sat at his desk, slightly hunched over, looking down at his phone with one side of his headphones slid behind his ear, and he glanced over when he heard the door opening and put his phone down on the desk.
"Hey," Dream mumbled as Sapnap walked over to him.
"Hi," Sapnap responded. "What's going on?"
"Okay, so, like," Dream started, straightening his back and looking at the computer screen. "I'm editing the video we just filmed earlier this week, and I'm, like… so close to being done, I have, like, less than half an hour of footage left, but this one part is just… fucking killing me." Dream pulled his headphones fully off and ran a hand through his hair. Sapnap furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head, nodding in understanding, having felt like that himself countless times.
"What's going on with it?"
"I don't even really know, it's just, like… there's this part that I wanna keep in because I think it's funny and it adds to the video but I feel like the cut right here makes it feel jumbled and rushed, and it doesn't super fit with the music that's in the background," He finished, resting his elbow on the desk and leaning over to rest his cheek on his hand. Dream looked up at Sapnap, handing him the headphones. "Here, put these on, I'll show you."
Sapnap slid the headphones on, one hand falling to land on Dream's back as the other man hit play. Sapnap rubbed his palm in circles on Dream's upper back as he watched– an absent-minded habit that he had picked up from Karl the last few times they'd hung out– and he missed the way Dream let out a relaxed sigh, clearly needing the comforting touch.
"I think it's okay," Sapnap started once Dream hit pause again a few moments later. He pulled the headphones off and hung them around the side of Dream's desk as he continued. "Maybe if you cut the music earlier and then let it play out until there's a more natural silence before cutting it, it won't be so awkward-feeling when you bring both back in."
Dream stared up at Sapnap, blinking a few times for emphasis, glancing between him and his computer screen with his mouth agape.
"You're a fucking genius," Dream mused, making Sapnap giggle and playfully shove his shoulder. "That’s a really good idea, actually."
"Yeah, of course it is, because I came up with it," Sapnap boasted jokingly, and Dream joined in on his giggling dazedly. He looked back at the computer, smile fading, letting out a sigh and slumping his shoulders again. “There’s something else on your mind,” Sapnap said, not a question, knowing Dream well enough to know he was right. His hands traveled up to Dream’s shoulders, rubbing and massaging gently, hoping to relieve some tension he held there.
"I dunno, I feel like I'm… losing the groove with this video. Maybe I'm just tired. I don’t know. A lot of it seems strained, I don't think it's gonna turn out as good as I hoped it would."
"Hey," Sapnap said in a soft voice, tilting his head and furrowing his eyebrows. He pulled one hand up from his shoulder to gently pull his head over until his cheek pressed against the soft fabric of Sapnap's hoodie, running a hand through Dream's wavy hair. Dream let out a content sigh, and he relaxed as Sapnap cradled his head and continued his soothing massage. "Don't talk like that. You're just second guessing yourself because you're sleepy and you hit a bump in the process."
"M'not that sleepy," Dream mumbled, defensive, but Sapnap knew all his tells, and he knew that better than anyone.
"Dream," Sapnap started firmly, other hand leaving Dream’s shoulder to curl around the front of his neck, tilting his head back to make him look up, keeping eye contact with him even when Dream’s sleepy eyes stayed half lidded. "You know what you're doing. You know what you want, and how you want this video to turn out. Take a break, hit it again tomorrow, and I guarantee you'll have it done and ready to upload by the end of the day at the latest. You always pull through, right?"
Dream's face was tinted pink, the outline of a smile ghosting his lips as he averted his eyes and tilted his chin back down.
"Sapnap, I–"
"You know I'm right," Sapnap said matter-of-factly, the interruption making Dream glance back at him, keeping his hand on the side of Dream’s neck to keep him steady. "You're good at what you do, Dream." Sapnap leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his hair. "You got this." He kissed his forehead this time, making a show out of it when Dream tried to pull away.
"Okay, stop," Dream giggled, reaching up to softly push at Sapnap's wrists.
"No, I wanna give you kisses, let me." Sapnap held Dream's face more firmly in his hands, not letting him pull away as he peppered kisses all over his face– on his cheeks, his temples, his forehead, his nose, and anywhere else he could reach.
Dream couldn't stop himself from giggling up a storm, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching up his nose at the actions. He couldn't really find anything to do with his hands, so they simply stayed loose in the air next to his head, curling into fists when he got too giggly or lightly holding onto Sapnap's arms.
"Sahaha- ah! Sapnahap!" Dream giggled out, unable to stop himself from trying to shake his head. "St-stop it!"
"Why? Can't you see I'm just trying to give my baby boy the attention he deserves?" Sapnap asked, leaving another kiss on Dream's temple as his laughter became lighter.
"It feels weird! Stahahap!” He complained, swatting at Sapnap again, but Sapnap only leaned in further.
“It feels weird? What does that mean?” Sapnap teased, having his own guess, but wanting Dream to confirm it regardless.
“Stohohop it– get ohoff!”
“It sounds like it tickles,” Sapnap teased, earning another round of laughter from his squirming friend. “That’s a tickle laugh.”
“Shuhuhut uhup!” Dream complained, letting out a surprised squeak when Sapnap trailed the kisses down the side of his neck, practically trapping him in the chair with how far he was leaning down and crowding Dream’s space. He shook his head, pulling one knee up into the chair to curl up as much as he could, squeezing his eyes shut, clamping his lips together, scrunching his neck up, and then suddenly bursting into squeaky, raspy giggles when Sapnap landed a tiny, tingly raspberry right on the back of his neck. “AH–!” He squealed, his whole body flinching, and Sapnap couldn’t help but fall into his own laughter at the adorable reaction, pulling Dream close and resting his forehead on his shoulder.
“You’re so cute, Dreamie, do you know that?” Sapnap mused, his voice nauseatingly fond, and Dream crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, still curled up and blushing.
“Shut up, you’re so dumb,” He argued, but Sapnap could see a smile tugging at his lips either way, his knee swaying in the air as his other foot twisted the chair side to side slowly– bashful and antsy, just as Sapnap knew he’d be. He giggled again, pressing one more tiny raspberry to the spot just below Dream’s ear and earning another squeaky burst of laughter, before ruffling his hair and standing up straight.
“C’mon,” Sapnap invited, flicking his head to the side and extending his hand out to Dream to encourage him to follow. “Why don’t we go downstairs and order some food. We can watch something and you can chill, then you can come back here and get back to it. Sound good?” He proposed, and Dream couldn’t help but smile up at him, nodding in agreement.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” He said as he took Sapnap’s hand, letting himself be dragged downstairs to the living room and shoved unceremoniously onto the couch with a laugh.
Exactly as Sapnap predicted, the video was uploaded before the end of the next day.
firstly i wanna apologize for this fic being literally 2 full months late lmao, november and december hit me like a train so i’ve been trying my best to kinda get back on track and get some stuff written for you guys 😔😔 but i have a lot planned!! so hopefully ill be able to be a bit more consistent with that moving forward <3
so this is part THREE to my most recent birthday fic trilogy for george’s birthday!!!! you can read part 1 (for sap’s birthday) here and part 2 (for dream’s birthday) here if you haven’t already, and if you have, enjoy the finale!!
lee!dream, lee!sapnap, ler!george, 7k words (whoopsies)
hope everyone likes it!! <33
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Dream cleared his throat, rubbing his tired eyes as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. He rolled his head to the side, shifting to lay further back on the living room couch, the blanket over his legs barely covering his socked feet as he stretched out more. He glanced up from his phone to look at his two friends, seeing Sapnap in the opposite corner of the couch, laying down with his arm behind his head and his hat resting over his face. He was nearly asleep, letting out a content sigh in the cozy atmosphere of the room, the dim glow of the kitchen light and forgotten TV keeping the room soft and warm. Dream smiled, opening his camera to sneak a picture to show him later, and his attention was turned to George when he broke the silence in the room for the first time in nearly an hour.
“I’m thinking, like, 4 o'clock tomorrow. Does that work with you guys?” George said from his place on the couch, between the other two, laying upside down with his legs thrown over the back of the sofa and his head laying on the seat, hair splayed out in every direction. He looked up from his phone screen at the other two, watching them turn their attention to him and give him matching looks of confusion, clearly waiting for him to explain. When he didn’t, after a moment of silence, Dream replied.
“…What are you talking about?” He asked, a smile tugging at his lips, always endeared by having to solve George’s methods of communication like a puzzle.
“For when I get to tickle both of you,” He answered, as if it should’ve been as obvious as the color of the sky, continuing casually even as both the other boys looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m thinking 4-ish, so we can still go out to dinner after like we planned to. Does that sound good?” He was met with silence once again, this time joined by slack jaws and pink tinted cheeks, and he glanced between the two with a smug smile, waiting for one of them to break and ask for further clarification.
That time, it was Sapnap.
“…Huh?” He said, looking dumbfounded at the request, which only made George’s smile widen.
“Do you guys not remember what we’ve done for both of your birthdays this year? Sapnap, it was literally your idea. Did you really think I wasn’t gonna get my turn?” He asked, staring at Sapnap, practically burning holes in his chest with his eyes.
“Uh– I-I, uh… Well, to be fair, I forgot, but I kinda thought you just, like, forgot too,” Sapnap explained, fidgeting with the edge of the hat in his hands.
“Well, that was silly of you, wasn’t it?” George asked, earning a scoff and a chuckle from Sapnap at the wording, and a soft smile from Dream as well. He swung his legs around, flipping backwards off the couch and standing up, slipping his phone in his pocket and taking a second to adjust his clothes that had been pushed around from his position. “I can promise you two that I definitely didn’t forget, and I have definitely been planning exactly what I want to do to each of you for the last few days,” He continued, making Sapnap groan quietly and shove his hat back over his face, hiding his light pink blush.
He turned his attention to Dream, watching him shift slightly where he sat, pulling his knees in and flattening the blanket to make sure he was fully covered as he curled up slightly.
“Okay. I dunno about you guys, but I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to bed,” George continued, feeling two sets of eyes staring at him, still in awe. He reached over to Dream, ruffling the short hair that he had finally gotten used to seeing on him, making him giggle and smack his hand away. “You guys have fun thinking about that tonight.” George took a few steps over to Sapnap, leaning down to speak closer to his ear, hands clasped behind his back as he did so. “And just know, I intend to destroy you,” He finished, making Sapnap groan again, throwing both arms over his face to muffle his complaints and hide himself further.
With that, George giggled and stood back up, making his way up to his bedroom with a chipper ‘goodnight!’ yelled behind him.
Dream and Sapnap looked at each other, the same shocked expression present on both their faces, before they broke out into giddy laughter at how utterly ridiculous the situation was.
“What did you get us into?” Dream asked through his giggles, and Sapnap could only laugh louder at the accusation, unable to deny that it was, truly, entirely his fault.
The situation became a lot less funny at exactly 4:15 the next day, however, when a message from George came through to their discord group chat, no further explanation needed to make his words clear.
come to my room in 5 mins please and thank you :)
Both Dream and Sapnap felt their hearts drop at the message, and Dream barely had time to scoff and shake his head fondly before he heard the door to his office swing open behind him. He turned his chair around, seeing Sapnap standing there with a nervous look on his face.
”Dude,” Sapnap started, and Dream chuckled, smiling at him fondly.
“I don’t know why you thought he was kidding,” Dream said as he stood up, stretching his shoulders out from sitting for so long.
”I didn’t,” Sapnap growled, clearly much more stressed about the whole thing than Dream was. Dream turned towards the door and pulled it the rest of the way open, flicking the light switch off as he pushed past Sapnap to exit the room.“But I didn’t really think about what’s happening until right now.”
”I can’t really help you with that one, baby boy,” Dream said with a smug smile, reaching out to take one of Sapnap’s hands in his own when he noticed he was hesitant to follow. He tugged on his hand gently, urging him to walk with him, and Sapnap reluctantly did so.
“How are you not freaked out about this? How are you so calm right now?” Sapnap asked as they reached the stairs, heart clamoring in his chest with every step.
“Oh, trust me, I am absolutely freaking out,” Dream said with a nervous laugh, letting his confidence waver for just a moment to let Sapnap know it was okay to be nervous. “I guess I’ve just accepted it. Plus I think it’s funnier to see how freaked out you are.”
“Fuck off,” Sapnap spat just as they made it to the top of the stairs. “Dream, I’m scared,” He confessed, lowering his voice as they got closer to George’s door, not wanting George to hear him.
”Relax,” Dream soothed, turning to face him and squeezing his hand reassuringly. Sapnap couldn’t help but pout, his shoulders relaxing, that tone of voice always helping to calm him down, at least a little bit. “He’s not gonna do anything he knows you don’t like. Or anything you can’t handle.”
”He’s gonna kill me,” Sapnap practically whined, lips still twisted into a pout even as Dream smiled sweetly at him.
“I know,” Dream replied, and then a door opened behind them, revealing George awaiting their arrival, and stopping any further protests Sapnap had planned to make.
“Right on time,” George purred, voice smooth and cool, and Sapnap’s breath caught in his throat at the tone. “C’mon in,” He continued, moving out of the way and beckoning them inside. Dream went to take a step forward, pulling Sapnap along by the hand, but the younger boy didn’t budge, which turned all the attention onto him.
“Let’s go,” Dream said softly, keeping his voice quiet in an attempt to help soothe him, but Sapnap only looked at him with the same pout.
”I can’t, he’s gonna be mean to me.”
“Most definitely,” George confirmed, earning a glare from Sapnap.
”Sapnap,” Dream coaxed, turning to face him again. “Don’t make me make you.”
”I’m not! Just, like, give me a seco—“ Sapnap started, but he was cut off when Dream yanked him forward by his arm, then leaned down to pick Sapnap up off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder with ease. “DREAM!” He yelled, squirming in Dream’s arms, groaning and whining as he felt nervous giggled building up in his chest. He fought between hiding his face and trying to escape from his captor, but he quickly realized the second option would be pretty futile, and decided to curl into Dream’s shoulder and cover his bright red face.
Seconds later, he was unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, bouncing a few times before settling down against the mattress.
”That was so unnecessary. I would’ve gone on my own!” He whined with a frown, curling his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest as he was joined by the other two on the bed. He shuffled back, pushing himself as close to the corner of the bed as possible and taking up as little space as he could, already more flustered than he had expected to be so early on.
“I did what had to be done,” Dream teased, laying down next to Sapnap and getting himself comfortable, adjusting the pillows and blankets under him to find a good spot.
”Whatever.”
“Someone’s grumpy,” George commented as he shuffled between his two friends, sitting back on his heels and getting comfortable, earning another sharp glare from Sapnap.
“Shut up!” He bit back, adjusting his hoodie anxiously. “It’s not my fault I’m nervous! Just because Dream loves letting you destroy him without fighting back doesn’t mean I do!”
“Bro is projecting, can you believe that?” Dream teased, making George giggle and Sapnap groan and roll his eyes.
“Oh my godddd, you’re so dumb!” He grumbled, using his hat to hide his face, all three of them laughing at the interaction.
“Okay, you’re boring me, I’m starting now,” George interrupted, and suddenly his hands were latching onto Dream’s sides, squeezing like his life depended on it.
“AH! GEO-ohohohorge!” Dream squealed, his entire body jolting and tensing up at the feeling, and his hands instinctively grabbed onto George’s wrists, wrapping fully around them and squeezing.
“Ah, ah, ah, nope. None of that. Let go,” George reprimanded, like he was a child touching something he wasn’t supposed to have. “You know the rules, Dreamie, you’re not allowed to stop me,” He reminded, and Dream threw his head back with a defeated sigh as he pulled his hands away.
“Ugh, fihine,” Dream caved quickly, running his hands through his hair before resting them flat on the bed by his sides. “You’re a monster.”
“Yeah, a tickle monster, maybe,” George replied, making himself laugh and earning a scoff from Dream. He turned his attention to Sapnap, realizing he was still closing himself off in an attempt to hide away, and he decided that just wouldn’t do. “Come closer.”
“Fuck no.”
“I wasn’t asking.”
“You can do your job just fine from where you are,” Sapnap grumbled, still pouting, and George’s evil smile grew wider at the words.
“Okay,” He spoke slowly. “Sure, if you want me to only get where I can reach you, I might as well start here–“ George explained, and before Sapnap could even process the words, he was already busy screaming and protesting when George grabbed his ankle and held his socked foot out in front of him– the only spot he could reach without Sapnap moving, of course.
“NO! NO, NO, DON’T, I TAKE IT BACK, I TAKE IT BACK!” He yelled, panicking at the sheer thought of what George might do to him, yanking his leg back and lunging forward to stop him from doing anything else. “Don’t. Do not.” Sapnap’s breathing was heavy already, and George couldn’t help but laugh at his over the top reaction. He shook his head fondly, giving him a moment to calm down, before he continued.
“C’mere,” George tried again, smiling softly at Sapnap and motioning for him to move closer. Sapnap pouted again, eyes pleading, but he eventually listened, sliding himself forward and laying down next to Dream, tugging the sleeves of his hoodie down from where they were pushed up to his elbows. “There we go. Isn’t that so much better?”
“No, this sucks,” He grumbled again, gaze anxiously jumping between George’s face and his hands, not wanting to be caught off guard when he inevitably started his torture.
“Well, I am so deeply sorry. Let’s see if we can cheer you up,” George replied, and then he reached over and latched his hands into Sapnap’s thighs just above his knees, squeezing repeatedly at the tender muscle.
“N– AH!” Sapnap squealed, kicking his legs to try to throw the cruel hands off, but they stayed put. “Nohohoho, Geohohorge!”
“You love this spot, don’t you?” George teased, dropping his voice low, like he was speaking to one of the cats, which only made Sapnap more flustered and annoyed.
“Nahahaha!” He argued, letting out sweet, boyish laughter as George moved his hands to squeeze up and down his thighs. “Plehehehease, Geohohorge, stahahahap–!”
“You’re so dramatic, it’s not even that bad, see?” George shot his hands over to Dream, repeating the motion on him and squeezing up and down his thighs relentlessly. Dream yelped, jolting at the unexpected sensation, instinctively reaching down to grab at George’s hands before remembering the one rule he was given. Instead, he curled his fingers into fists and threw his head back in giddy laughter, only flinching occasionally when George’s thumb or forefinger happened to press into a particularly sensitive spot– for lack of better phrasing, he made Sapnap look like a total idiot for overreacting.
“That’s not fair, you know how that is, George!” Sapnap tried to reason, feeling his face flush red at how much better Dream could handle that particular technique than he could. He knew it didn’t matter, there were plenty of things he could take that Dream couldn’t, and there were plenty of things he and Dream could take that George couldn’t, but it still frustrated him to no end that George had the nerve to point it out.
“You’re right, Sapnap, I’m just messing with you. It was all for show. Now, if I were to do this, for example…” George shot his hands up to Dream’s hips, latching his hands onto the sensitive area the same way he did with Sapnap’s thighs, squeezing mercilessly and giggling along as Dream broke out into loud laughter. “…then we might have a closer comparison.”
“WAHAHAIT– nohohoho!” Dream protested, grabbing at the blankets under him, his back arching as his squirming increased dramatically. “Geohorge, PLEHEHEASE– plehehehease!”
“Aw, poor baby,” George patronized, earning a pathetic whine from Dream in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he shook his head against the pillows. “This spot is so sensitive for you, isn’t it, Dream? Especially now, with this?” George commented, gently trailing his nails over the scars on Dream’s hips. He smiled when Dream let out a squeak from the back of his throat, watching him bite his lip and suck in his tummy at the new feeling. “I said, isn't it, Dream?”
“Yehehehes, yeheah! Mhm!” Dream agreed quickly, nodding along with the words in hopes that George might take some pity on him. Thankfully, he did, and Dream practically collapsed against the bed when George’s hands left him, his chest heaving from the quick, heavy panting breaths he took to recover. He let out an involuntary sound, a strange half-groan half-whine that made them both giggle, and he covered his face in embarrassment at the noise. “Shut up.”
“Absolutely not,” George replied with a smile, resting his hands on Dream’s sides and holding there for a few seconds, before gently tugging Dream’s t-shirt up to reveal his tummy, making him squirm under the cool air.
“Ugh– Geohohorgeee…” Dream whined, instinctively reaching down to cover his exposed stomach, but George only pushed his hands away and began gently trailing his nails up and down the sensitive area. Dream gasped, whining as he broke into helpless laughter. “Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!”
“What do you mean why, idiot, it’s my birthday!” George replied, and Dream could only roll his eyes and groan at the response. He scratched his nails a little harder, his movements more firm and deliberate, smirking when Dream’s entire body fought against the urge to squirm away. His knees curled up, ankles crossed, toes tapping against the bed in an attempt to expel any excess energy. “I like how hard you’re trying.”
“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Dream argued, covering his face with his hands as his bright red blush darkened, always shy about his tummy tickles. George’s fingers migrated downwards, scratching at the spots on either side of his belly button, and just as George had hoped, his laughter turned to high pitched, breathy giggles, his entire body squirming against his own will. “Oh gohohohohod– noho, nonono, nohohoho!“ He cried out, shaking his head wildly through his broken laughter, one hand over his face to keep himself hidden while the other grabbed at the pillow behind his head. George’s face softened, and he watched Dream’s reactions with a fond pout on his lips, completely enamored by the sight in front of him.
“This is really cute,” He commented, feeling Dream’s tummy flutter beneath his fingers, which only made him want to continue for even longer.
“I’m dyhyihihihing!” He replied, but he only melted further into the tickles, pressing the back of his knuckles to his lips to muffle some of his humiliatingly squeaky giggles.
George seemingly disagreed with this action, obviously wanting to hear any and every sound he was pulling from the poor boy, moving his fingers down to tickle the spot just below Dream’s belly button, above the waistband of his boxers that were peeking out from the top of his shorts– a spot he knew was so simple yet made Dream feel absolutely fucking insane.
“FUCK–“ Dream yelped breathlessly, a sad whimper following it as his entire body jerked away from the unbearable touch. He sucked in his tummy again, back arched so hard it looked almost painful, slamming his hands against the bed and gripping the sheets tight underneath him. “Oh myhyhy gohohohohod–!” He whined, voice high pitched and strained, jaw slack as he tried to keep even a shred of his composure. “Fuhuhuck– fuck, fuck, nohoho, oh my GOHOHOD– plehehease– pleasepleaseplease, AH– oh myhy gohohohod–“ Dream babbled to himself, feeling like his brain had short circuited, that his body was nothing more than jelly, that he could float away into space at any moment and he wouldn’t even be able to tell because all he could focus on was the indescribable tickling sensation inside his tummy.
After a few long, agonizing moments of that same maddening sensation, and squeezing the blankets so hard his hands shook and his knuckles turned white, Dream just couldn’t take it anymore. He tried as hard as he could to just let George have his fun, but eventually, his hands shot out to grab for George’s, uselessly grappling for his wrists to push him away. However, he couldn’t exactly focus on what he was doing all that well, and George simply swatted his hands away each time he tried, occasionally grabbing his wrists to press them into the bed before continuing, buying himself a split second of time before he had to do it again.
“C’mohohohohon, plehehease!” Dream begged, finally grabbing George’s hand between his fingers and pulling him away for barely half a second, granting himself the tiniest bit of relief before George grabbed his hand and held it down against the bed, lacing their fingers together and pressing his palm down so he couldn’t pull it back. Then, George used his other hand to continue the tickling, being sure to stay to the side of his pinned hand so it would be even harder to stop him. “NOHOHO–! Geohohohorge!” He tried, hoping that maybe if he got George’s attention somehow he would give him a break, but this time he wasn’t so lucky.
“Yes, princess?” He replied condescendingly, and Dream shook his head, clearly flustered beyond his own belief.
“Whahaha–?!” Dream asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows and throwing his free hand over his face, pulling at his trapped hand helplessly. “Whahahat the hehell is wrohohong with yohohohou?!” He continued, making George giggle, sounding more evil than ever before, as he twisted and turned against the bed.
He turned over as much as he could, forcing himself onto his side and making the position even more difficult to escape– which he didn’t realize until it was too late. Unfortunately for him, it ended with his pinned arm at a much too awkward angle for him to get out of, and his other arm was now pinned underneath his own weight with very limited reach.
“Fuhuck, nohohoho!” He whined, realizing how compromising of a position he had put himself in, trying to wiggle either of his arms free from their trapped positions to no avail. George giggled again, amused by his struggle, letting his hand drag over Dream’s side to his back and up under his shirt, scratching at the spot just below his shoulder blades and making him push away even more, twisting even further. “Wahahahait! Ihihi–“
“Oh, wait, that’s actually perfect, stay there!” George teased, as if he had a choice in the matter, and shifted so his knee pressed into the back of Dream’s thighs, which made it so that he couldn’t turn back again without George being in the way.
He was screwed.
“AH– nahahaha!”
“Awww, you got yourself into some trouble there, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He teased, sliding his wiggling fingers along Dream’s back, tickling up and down the sides of his spine and making him whine through his laughter. All he was able to do after that was shove his face into his own elbow or the pillow below him, and laugh until George felt like he’d laughed enough. He thought the torture would never end.
Until George let his hand go in favor of using both hands to tickle him again.
One hand scratching at his lower back, and the other back to below his belly button.
Now he was screwed.
“NOHO–!” He cried out, hearing his own frantic scream bounce off the walls of George’s bedroom, slapping one hand over his mouth, the other immediately shooting down to blindly grab for George’s hands, desperate to stop at least one of them. “NAHA– GEORGE PLEHEHE– AHAHA–“ He tried to speak through his laughter, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut, his breathing heavy and labored as he tried his hardest to pull himself together. No matter what he did, where he moved, what direction he squirmed in, he couldn’t escape the tickling, and he knew almost instantly that that fact wasn’t something he could deal with in that moment. “OKAHAHAY, okahahahay, gohohod– STOHOHOP, Geohohohorge, stopstopstohohohop, I cahaha– AH– MINECRAHAFT, mihihinecrahahahaft, I cahahahahan’t–!” He yelled desperately, and George pulled his hands back instantly, somewhat caught off guard by Dream using his safeword so suddenly.
George pulled his knee back so he could guide Dream to lay down flat again, one hand on his thigh and the other holding his hip gently as he turned him. Dream was still letting out his leftover giggles, pliant under George’s soothing touches, only flinching for a brief second when George’s knuckles touched his skin when he went to pull his shirt back down. George rested his hand on Dream’s tummy, softly rubbing away the ghost tickles with his thumb, and after a moment of silence, George let out an amused laugh.
“Wow,” He whispered in disbelief, and Dream heard Sapnap laugh as well, making him throw his arms over his face in embarrassment. “Holy shit, Dream.”
“Stop!” He whined. already flustered enough by his own reactions. “Shut up, shut up.”
“No, no, it's okay! Dream, it’s okay,” George soothed, giggling when Dream continued to groan, pulling the pillow out from behind his head and hiding in it. “No, no, c’mon, wait,” George coaxed him back out, pulling it away gently, watching as he held the pillow to his chest and revealed his blushing face, his eyes half shut and clearly exhausted. He ran his fingers through Dream’s hair, smiling when he hummed sweetly and let his eyes close the rest of the way. “You alright?”
“Mhmmm…” He confirmed, nodding slowly. George let his hand trail down to cup his cheek, then pulled away.
“Good. My water is on the table next to you if you want it, but you can just relax now if you’re sure you wanna be done,” He explained, and Dream nodded again in understanding, taking a second to get himself comfortable again, putting the pillow back behind his head and keeping his arm around it. “In the meantime, though…”
George turned his attention back over to Sapnap, watching the other boy’s eyes immediately widen when they locked onto his. He wasted no time, gently placed his hands on Sapnap’s sides, squeezing over his hoodie to start off, not wanting to torture him too horribly with the switch up– not yet, at least.
“Oh, c’mohohohon–“ Sapnap whined, writhing under George’s hands and using all the mental energy he could muster not to just grab George’s hands to stop him. “Reheheallyhyhy?!”
“Yes really, idiot, did you think I forgot?” George asked, moving to claw at his tummy and making him shake his head at the feeling.
“Nohoho! Buhuhut–“ Sapnap tried to explain, but George cut him off by mimicking his words in a silly, mocking voice that made him press his lips together and scrunch up his face. “Yohou’re sohohoho dumb!”
“This isn’t even that bad,” George teased, but this time they both knew he was actually right. Sapnap rolled his eyes, though it was much less hurtful when his smile was so wide and adoring. “You’re being a baby.”
“It’s nohot, buhuhut– but yohou have nohoho idehehea how–“ Sapnap cut himself off with a sharp inhale when George’s fingers curled a little too close to his back, flinching away from the hand that caused it and pushing himself right into the opposite hand instead. He took a second to contain himself before continuing, voice strained as he tried to speak over any giggles that were begging to escape. “–how hard I’m fightihihing nohohot to juhust flihihip thihis on you and– ahand rock yohour shihihit right nohohohow–“ Sapnap finished, and the onslaught of laughter took over again the second he stopped trying to form words, which only made his blush darken and the threat of his words fall so flat it was embarrassing.
It was adorable, really.
“Oh, yeah?” George asked, incredulous, as he let his fingers trail up to Sapnap’s ribs, just barely touching his bottom rib before Sapnap’s arms were clamped to his sides and his laughter grew even more frantic.
“Yehehehes, yohohou freheheak!”
“Hm… then maybe I should try a little harder to make sure that doesn’t happen,” He said with no room for argument, as he wormed his fingers under Sapnap’s arms to get further up his ribs. He didn’t get very far, only reaching just past where his elbows were squeezed tight to his sides. “Move your arms.”
“Nohohoho!” Sapnap protested, whining defiantly, only clamping his arms down harder.
“Sapnap,” George warned, pushing on his elbows, only for them to snap right back down. “Sapnap!”
“Noho!” He yelled, kicking his legs behind George, his knee hitting George’s back when he did, especially when George sat up on his knees and leaned forward to gain more leverage. George fought back, grabbing Sapnap’s wrists and throwing his arms out to the sides. As expected, they immediately shot back. “NO, fuck off!”
“You have to let me!”
“In your fucking dreams!” He argued, and George grabbed his wrists again, pinning them next to his head and then shooting his hands down to squeeze his ribs. He got further that time, earning a shriek and exaggerated jump from Sapnap, but his hands were knocked away by his elbows once again. “NOHOHO!”
“SAPNAP, STOP!” George yelled dramatically, shoving his hands as far under Sapnap’s arms as he could, but still, he didn’t get any further than he already had. “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”
“I DON’T CARE!” Sapnap bit back, and George shot his hands down to squeeze at the muscle between his hips and thighs, making him scream out and slap his hands away.
“NO, YOU FUCKER–” He cursed, managing to whack George away before any real damage could be done, though he would be lying if he said his heart didn’t drop ten stories at the attempt alone. He hadn’t realized how far he’d sat up during the fight, until George’s hands were on his shoulders, shoving him flat against the bed again and holding him there, catching him off guard for just long enough to land his hands on his ribs. Sapnap pressed his arms down tight again, half crossing his arms and holding his palms tight to his ribs on either side. “Gehehet the fuck ohoff!”
“Sapnap, it’s literally my birthday! You have to do what I say!”
“I don’t give a fuck about your stupid birthday, bitch! Get away from me– NO!” Sapnap screamed when he felt George grab onto his elbow, abruptly shoving his arms forward where they were crossed over his torso. “NO, DON’T–“
Fortunately for George, and unfortunately for Sapnap, it actually worked.
After merely a few seconds, Sapnap was trapped, his arms crossed and pinned to his chest with George’s hand firmly holding his elbow to keep them in place. He tried to squirm, to scream and fight, to yank his arms out of his grip, but nothing seemed to help. He was stuck in that position, his entire torso open and vulnerable, and to make matters worse, it blocked his view just enough that he could still see George’s stupid, smug face, but not a single move his hands made.
Then George’s fingers were digging in under his arm.
“NOHOHO– GEOHOHOHORGE!” He cried, kicking his legs behind George, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. “THIHIHIHIS IHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”
“Oh, it’s not fair, huh?” George teased, chuckling when Sapnap shook his head in protest, switching to dig into his other armpit as he continued, a new wave of squirming hitting Sapnap instantly. “Aww, well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”
“NAHAHAHA–!” Sapnap whined, lost in laughter, feeling his knee hit George’s back for maybe the hundredth time that day.
“Oh– would you–“ George stammered, whipping his head around to look at Sapnap’s kicking legs as they hit him yet again, scoffing in frustration and clearly distracted by the movements. He let go of Sapnap’s arms to grab one of his legs instead, locking his arm around his calf and squeezing up and down the back of his thigh.
“NONONO– NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sapnap pulled desperately at his leg, trying to yank it away from George as quickly as possible, shaking his head and curling into himself until he was nearly upright again.
“Stop hitting me, then!”
“I WIHIHILL, I WILL, I’M SOHOHORRYHYHY!” Sapnap’s pleading voice must’ve been enough to convince him, because George dropped his leg a moment later, giving him a second to catch his own breath. He smiled along with him when he fell back onto the bed, collapsing against the sheets and going completely limp, chest heaving from his heavy panting.
Then, George reached forward, using just his pointer fingers to poke sporadically around Sapnap’s collarbones, making sure to worm his fingers beneath the collar of his hoodie as often as possible to poke at his bare skin.
“Ah–! Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!” Sapnap squealed, flinching away from the touch, shaking his head and trying to bat George’s hands away, his giggles high pitched and soft. He couldn’t muster up the energy to properly shoo George away, so he was doomed to suffer the simple yet maddening pokes for what felt like hours. “Geohohorge, plehehehease!”
“Hmm… please what?”
“Dohohon’t!” Sapnap curled his shoulders in, his own arms wrapped around himself when he finally realized trying to push George away was a lost cause.
“Huh? What’s up?”
“Stahahahap–!” His hands moved up, holding tight onto himself, now gripping his own shoulders as the pokes continued.
“Oh, don’t stop? Well, I wasn’t going to, but when you ask nicely like that…”
“Nahahaha!” Sapnap protested, letting out a loud squeal when one poke right in the middle of the spot under the bone happened to tickle significantly more than the others, and he turned slightly to the side to block himself off, the same mistake Dream had made earlier.
“Wait, yes, I can get you back here too!” George announced triumphantly, pressing down on Sapnap’s shoulder to keep him awkwardly turned over, his arms now half pinned under him where they were still crossed over his chest and holding onto his shoulders.
“Nononono, wahahait– AH!” He squealed again when George began scratching between his shoulder blades, pushing the hood of his sweatshirt out of the way so he could crawl his fingers up to the nape of his neck. Sapnap’s entire body jumped at the new feeling, his back arching and his shoulders rolling back as he pushed himself away from George’s fingers. “Plehehehease!” He pleaded, his voice high pitched and giddy, and George could see the blush on his face darken with every second. He knew spots like that always embarrassed Sapnap more than some others– that made him shy, made his laughter turn into childish giggles and small little squeaks, spots that made it impossible to stop squirming and wiggling in poor attempts to escape.
“I like when you get like this,” George decided to tell him, giggling fondly when Sapnap shook his head and hid his face between the pillows. “It’s really cute,” He pushed, and Sapnap whined and shook his head harder, turning further away and kicking out, careful not to aim anywhere near George this time.
“I hahahate yohohohou!” Sapnap cried, and he finally managed to pull one of his arms free from underneath him, but to his dismay, even when he threw it back and curled it behind him, puffing his chest out as much as he could, he still couldn’t reach George’s hand. Instead, George simply laughed at the attempt, and moved his own hand from Sapnap’s shoulder to his wrist, pinning his arm against his back and once again rendering him completely helpless. “NOHOHOHO– yohohohou’re suhuch a DIHIHICK–“ He said, twisting his wrist any way he could, but he couldn’t pull it back at the awkward angle.
“You know the rules, Sapnap. You tried to stop me and I couldn’t let that happen,” George explained, pulling Sapnap’s hood down so he could scratch gently over the back of his neck, making him curl in on himself even more and let out another undignified squeal.
“NAHAHAHA– plehehehease!” He begged, voice muffled by the pillows he was buried between, and George knew without even seeing him that his face was scrunched up and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could tell from the pitch of his giggles and squeals alone, very familiar with Sapnap’s tells when he tickled him. “Ihihi cohouldn’t even reheheheach yohohohou!”
“Don’t care. Doesn’t matter. You’re still an idiot.”
“Fuhuhuck yohohou!” Sapnap bit back, finally able to yank his arm free, now bringing it up to cup the back of his neck, interrupting George’s tickling.
“Oh, really? You wanna be like that, do you, angel?” George tested, weaponizing the name he knew always made Sapnap’s heart flutter, his palms resting on Sapnap’s back menacingly, giving no hints about his next move.
“I-I… n-nohoho, I–“ Sapnap mumbled shyly, turning his head out of his hiding spot so he could be heard clearly.
“My kitten doesn’t want to behave?”
“Nohoho! I’m sohorryhyhy, I’m sorry, yohohou– you can gohoho!” He backtracked quickly, squirming nervously, pushing himself up onto his elbows in an attempt to see what George was doing.
“Yeah, I think I will,” George confirmed, and then he suddenly shoved his fingers under Sapnap’s arms, digging his wiggling fingers in with no mercy. Sapnap instantly let out a loud scream, arms immediately giving out as he fell face down back onto the bed, immediately clamping his elbows to his sides again, but it was no use after George had already wormed his way in. All it did for him that time was hold George’s hands in place, only making the tickling feel more intense.
“NOHOHOHOHO, AHAHAHAHA–!” He cried, losing himself in desperate laughter, and George took the opportunity to swing his leg over Sapnap’s hips and straddle him, making sure he definitely couldn’t escape him that time. “GEOHOHOHORGE, PLEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOT THIHIHIHIS!”
“I don’t think you really get to choose, sweetheart,” He teased, using his thumbs to press into his shoulder blades at the same time, earning another loud squeal and wave of shrill laughter. He pushed away as much as he can, back to shoving his face in the pillows and kicking his legs behind George, already having knocked off the throw blanket George kept at the end of his bed with his incessant squirming.
“IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T– GEOHOHORGE, FUHUHUCK, I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHA– I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT, PLEHEASE!”
“If you’re still talking you can still take it,” George said, unsympathetic, shoving his hands further into his underarms and catching the top of Sapnap’s ribs in the process.
“AH, FUHUHUCK– MIHIHINECRAHAHAFT, OKAHAHAY?!” He screamed out in agony, collapsing against the bed and breathing heavily the second George pulled his hands out. “Jehehehe– Jehehesus fuhucking Chrihihihist…”
George giggled at his words, rubbing his palms up and down Sapnap’s arms to soothe him, occasionally sliding them up to squeeze Sapnap’s shoulders firmly, helping him relax them and get rid of the tension he held there from everything.
“Everything okay?” George asked, using one hand to run through the back of Sapnap’s hair, scratching at his head and giggling as it made him melt almost instantly.
“Yehehes, I’m– I’m good,” He said with a long exhale, letting out the last of his leftover giggles.
“Good. Sit up,” George instructed as he pushed himself off him, reaching over where Dream was still comfortably resting to grab his water from the nightstand, holding it out for Sapnap to take a sip of. “Drink, idiot.”
“Your gross mouth has probably been on this thing,” Sapnap grumbled, a flustered frown still sitting on his face, but he gratefully drank the water anyway, clearing his throat and coughing when George put it back on the nightstand. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” George replied, smiling and cupping Sapnap’s face gently, rubbing his thumb over his flushed cheekbone.
Then, Sapnap swung his arm around George’s waist, throwing him down onto the bed with more force than even he anticipated, earning a yelp from George as he crashed against the mattress.
“SAPNAP!” Sapnap giggled, shoving himself against George, effectively manhandling him until he ended with his arms wrapped around George’s waist and his chest against George’s back, nuzzling into his shoulder from behind and squeezing him so tight he could’ve crushed him. “GET OFF ME!”
“No,” Sapnap replied, still giggling, only squeezing George tighter when he squirmed in his arms and kicked his legs.
“Ow!” George protested, shoving at Sapnap’s arms, though it didn’t really do much for him.
“C’mere, Dream,” Sapnap said, and Dream smiled and shuffled towards them, throwing one leg over both of George’s and one arm over both of their torsos.
“No, gross, get away from me,” George whined, with much less conviction now, keeping up the front regardless.
“You love us,” Dream said, voice slightly raspy from tiredness, speaking closer to George’s ear than he expected and making him flinch and giggle at the feeling.
“George, you know we could just, like, destroy you right now, right?” Sapnap asked, resting a hand flat on George’s ribs, making him squirm all over again, more frantic than before.
“No! No, no, absolutely not!” He protested, pushing at Sapnap’s arms and Dream’s chest and kicking as much as he could with Dream’s leg on top of his, but Dream simply grabbed his wrists and crossed them over each other, holding them both in one hand easily, his other hand migrating to George’s tummy. “NO, don’t! Don’t, don’t, you can’t, YOU CAN’T–“ He yelled, feeling Dream’s fingertips touch his skin where his shirt had been pushed up barely a few inches from the roughhousing, skittering over his sides and lower tummy. At the same time, Sapnap’s fingers sprung to life, pressing ever so slightly into the bones of his ribcage and making him wriggle around even more. “STOP! NO, STOP– it’s my birthday, it’s literally my birthday, you can’t do that! Those are the rules!” George protested, words rushed and fast and desperate, whimpering in relief when they both laughed and stopped their antics, returning to just squeezing him until he could barely breathe.
“Relax, you’re so dramatic,” Dream replied, and George stuttered over a reply, but ultimately decided he would rather not push his luck and simply rolled his eyes and scoffed instead. The room was silent for a while, before Dream eventually spoke again.
“What time is it?” He asked, and Sapnap reached into the pocket of his shorts to pull his phone out.
“5:37,” He answered, and Dream hummed in response.
“We can get up at, like… 6 to go to dinner?”
“Works with me,” George replied, letting his eyes close as he sighed contentedly when Sapnap pulled him close again. Dream hummed again, a smile audible on his face, and he squeezed in closer to the other two as well, pressing a kiss to the top of George’s head before letting his eyes close as well, happy that they still had time to relax together before going out.
i first started writing this fic as a joke i’ll be completely honest lmao. i did Not expect to finish it, or for it to be halfway decent, OR to actually post it, OR for people to actually WANT me to post it. but here we are.
jokes aside i actually am really glad you guys are so interested in this fic, i was really worried it wasn’t right to post/no one would wanna read something like this so i appreciate your enthusiasm so so much, thank you guys <333
special thank you to @wishitweresummer for reading this one, i knew right from the start this would be right up summers alley lmao so i’m glad she ended up liking it!! and extra special thanks to @mushiewrites as always for being there through the whole process and even being the one i was joking with when i brought this fic into existence lmao
without further ado, here is the infamous pedicure fic
lee!george, kinda ler!dream???? not really tho it is entirely the nail tech lady doing the tickling lmao, 4k words
enjoy!!
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“I haven’t had a pedicure in so long, I really need to go soon…” Dream spoke quietly, thinking out loud as he skimmed through his busy phone calendar. “It’s been… almost two months, apparently.”
“Does that stuff actually, like… do anything?” George asked curiously, bringing his arm up to rest his head on top of it, leaning back against the couch and curling his legs under the throw blanket draped on his lap.
“A pedicure? I mean, yeah, definitely, it’s just fixing up your nails, really,” Dream explained, also leaning back to stay face to face with George.
“That’s all they do? Just, like, cut your nails for you?” George asked with furrowed eyebrows, still interested in the process even if he was confused about the appeal. He didn’t necessarily understand the point, but he supposed he wasn’t exactly the target demographic. Dream seemed to like it, though, so he still listened anyway.
“No, they do other things too. They, like… soak your feet and put soap and oils and salts and stuff in the water and they, like, clean and exfoliate everything and then massage you and put on lotion. Then they’d usually paint your nails if you want, but I never do that so they just put some clear shit on to finish everything off,” Dream explained, waving his hand around near the end, less sure of the actual nail polishing part than the rest of the process. “I’m sure there's more to it but that’s what I can remember.”
“Oh, that sounds… pleasant,” George replied sarcastically, a grimace on his face at the thought. His toes curled under the blanket, almost able to feel what Dream was describing– a total stranger manhandling his feet and… well, he already forgot half of what Dream said, but his point still stood.
“It is, idiot,” Dream joked, shoving George’s shoulder and making them both chuckle. “But no, it actually is really nice. It’s relaxing, at least I think so, I know some people disagree, but… I dunno, it’s refreshing, I feel like,” Dream continued, and George shook his head fondly at him, the smile on his lips discrediting any amount of disapproval he tried to convey. “You should come get one with me,” He suggested, and George scoffed incredulously.
“Uh, no, definitely not, that sounds like a terrible idea,” George replied, his stomach fluttering at the suggestion. He wasn’t as displeased as he expected to be, he was actually kind of intrigued, but he was definitely not about to admit that.
“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun! And it actually is good for you, too, from what I’ve heard,” Dream continued, his face softening as he leaned closer to George, trying to catch his eyes as he bit his lip to hold back a smile. He could tell George wanted to laugh with him, so he leaned into the silliness and reached forward to grab one of George’s legs out from under the blanket. “No, I get it, you’re probably worried about your tiny little doll feet getting hurt.”
“WH– Dream!” George yelped, leaning forward and shoving Dream away from him, but Dream just laughed and cupped his hand around George’s socked foot, squeezing it, his other hand still holding his ankle tightly. George couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity, his cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment.
“No, it’s okay, really! I’d be scared too if I had to let someone handle something as delicate as these,” Dream replied, shaking George’s foot around in the air and making him laugh even harder, throwing his head back against the couch and groaning in frustration. “I’m shocked you don’t walk with a permanent arch like Barbie.”
“Oh my god, you’re so dumb! Get off me!” George complained as he finally yanked his leg out of Dream’s iron grip, throwing his blanket back over his legs to protect himself and crossing his arms over his chest, slumping back into the cushions and huffing out all the built up energy in his chest, squirming in his seat. Dream gave him a few seconds to breathe, before shuffling closer, sitting cross legged facing him instead.
“It’s alright, I know how you get with this kind of thing, but I’ll be there the whole time to make sure no one does anything that you’re not okay with,” Dream said genuinely, making George smile softly at his words. Dream smiled back, tilting his head and leaning in further to finish his pitch. “Come on. We can go this weekend. My treat, that way if you hate it, you can just forget it ever happened… Deal?”
George looked at him for a few seconds, weighing his options in his head. He could never say no to Dream, especially about something he was determined to get George to do, and he couldn’t deny the curiosity and the butterflies swirling around in his tummy. He rolled his eyes, giving in and telling Dream he would try it, and he supposed it might’ve been worth it to see the victorious look on Dream’s face when he did.
Before he knew it, it was two days later, and they were pulling into the parking lot of a nail salon before he could even process what he’d gotten himself into.
He bit his lip nervously as Dream turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt, ready to walk in without a second thought. Once he noticed George’s hesitation, he paused, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” He asked kindly, voice soft so he wouldn’t add to George’s anxiety. “I was just messing with you the other day, you don’t actually have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”
“No, no, I’m alright. I promise,” He assured, and Dream squeezed his shoulder in understanding. “I’m just kinda nervous more than anything, I don't really… know what to expect.”
“Yeah, the first couple times can be scary. But they’ll walk you through everything as they do it.”
“I also hate people touching my feet, Dream. It’s weird– they’re gonna, like, they’re gonna get their stupid glizz on my toes or something and everything’s gonna be wet and cold and they’re gonna touch me– that’s fucking– that’s so weird, Dream, that’s weird,” George rambled, and Dream couldn’t help the laugh he let out at his wording. “What?! I’m serious!”
“No, you are not,” Dream said through his laughter, finally swinging the car door open and getting ready to step out. “Firstly, you’re being so dramatic, and secondly, do not ever say ‘glizz’ in that context ever again in your life.”
“You’re so gross. Get your mind out of the gutter!” He called as Dream closed the door behind him, rolling his eyes and reluctantly forcing himself out of the car too. He followed Dream through the door of the salon, holding it open for both of them to enter with a soft ding of the bell above the door frame.
“Good morning! How are we doing today?” The nail tech greeted warmly from behind the front desk, a slight Southern twang to her voice.
“We’re good! Uh, we’re just here for two pedicures, I called a couple days ago?” Dream explained, smiling kindly at her. “The appointment should be under George,” He finished, flashing George a smile and making him roll his eyes.
“Let’s see here… yep! Gotcha right here, right on time, you can come on back,” She continued, motioning for them to follow her to a private room past the waiting area, holding the door open for them and flicking the lights on.
The walls were painted a light brown color, with white and beige curtains lining the farthest wall covering the windows, but still letting a bit of sunlight in. There were a fair few pieces of furniture; four large leather chairs with empty water basins at the foot of them, two on either side of the room, with a table on either side and a cabinet between each pair, with a small lamp on top. The lamps were turned off, but the room was still illuminated by the warm lighting of the overhead chandelier and a set of string lights by the curtains. Other than that, there were some throw pillows on the chairs, a few shelves on the walls with different nail polish bottles, and a small desk next to the door with a large framed mirror hanging above it.
“Y’all make yourselves at home, get comfortable, I’m gonna get all my stuff together and I’ll be right back.” The nail tech said, and both boys nodded at her.
“Sounds good, thank you!” Dream replied, George tacking on a quiet ‘thank you!’ of his own, and she smiled at them before walking away, closing the door about halfway behind her.
When George turned back around, Dream was already sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, reaching down to unlace his shoes and slipping them both off, clearly familiar with the process. He looked up after a few seconds, smiling knowingly at George and leaning over to pat the other chair.
“C’mon, sit,” Dream spoke softly, coaxing him over and chuckling when George reluctantly did so, sitting on the edge as well, facing Dream.
“You really went all out, didn’t you?” George teased, leaning his shoulder against the back of the chair and tilting his head, earning another laugh from Dream.
“Not really, it wasn’t that big of a deal to ask for a room. Plus, I figured you’d want the privacy. I think it might help you relax more.”
“Yeah, I’ll be soooo relaxed while some random lady touches my feet for an hour,” George replied, clearly bashful, though his tone lacked any bite, and Dream could tell he appreciated the gesture anyway.
“Relax,” Dream said as he reached downwards, gently taking one of George’s ankles in his hand and guiding his leg up to prop his foot up on his knee.
“What are you–“
“Shh,” Dream shushed, glancing up at him just in time to see his flushed cheeks and the dumbfounded expression on his face as he started untying his shoe for him. His touch remained gentle and steady, fingers careful as they pulled at the laces, slipping it off and holding him still as he leaned over to place it on the floor next to his own. George scoffed, his toes instinctively curling at the new level of exposure, but Dream simply continued on. He pushed George’s leg back, letting it drop to the floor, before repeating the process with his other shoe. “Just chill. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Dream let his foot drop back down, breaking into giddy laughter when George just stared at him in confusion.
“Shut up! Why would– You’re such an idiot!” George complained, face flushing, sliding back against the chair and curling his legs up. He yanked his socks off and threw them on top of his shoes before crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, all while Dream laughed at him from a few feet away. He was about to protest some more when the nail tech came back into the room with an arm full of towels and a clear plastic case, closing the door behind her.
“Alright, who’s up first?” She asked, setting her supplies down on the desk. Before George could even think of an answer, Dream had already beat him to it.
“He is.”
“What?!” George asked, whipping his head around to look at Dream. “Why?!”
“Because I said so.”
“This was your idea, though!”
“Exactly, which is why you’re going first,” Dream finalized, turning his attention back to the nail tech with a smug smile on his face. “This is his first time,” He explained as she wheeled the small round chair over from under the desk, setting it in front of George’s chair and sitting down, nodding with a small laugh of her own. George scoffed at the wording, rolling his eyes and rubbing a hand through his hair.
“Ohh, I see, we’re a little nervous?” She asked, looking up at George, who shifted in his seat and looked down at the chair as he replied.
“Yeah, def– definitely a bit nervous,” He said with a laugh. He didn’t feel good about admitting that, but he didn’t want to seem rude by not answering honestly.
“Well, don’t you worry, darlin’, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She replied as she turned the faucets on the basin connected to George’s chair, letting water flow into it and testing the temperature with the tips of her fingers. “Unless you’re ticklish, then I can’t promise anything,” She finished, and George felt his stomach drop about six stories.
He hadn’t even considered that. How the fuck did he not think of that?
His eyes widened, and he glanced over at Dream, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, laughing at George’s expression. George couldn’t help but laugh too, in awe of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow and leaning on the arm of the chair. He heard the nail tech chuckle at them as well, picking his head up just in time to watch her sprinkle some salts and pour some soap into the tub, turning the water off shortly after.
“Alright, you ready, baby?” She asked cheerfully, shooting George a kind smile, and he let out a sigh to calm his own nerves.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” He replied, earning another laugh from the other two. The nail tech held out her hands, motioning for George to bring his legs closer, and gently took his ankles in her hands when he pushed them close enough, guiding him towards the basin.
He let out a soft breath when his feet touched the warm water, decently impressed by how perfectly relaxing the temperature was. For the first time that day since the car ride to the salon, he felt the tension ease from his shoulders, and thought the experience might not be as terrible as he anticipated. He leaned his head back against the chair, shifting slightly to get more comfortable as he relaxed more and more, sharing idle small talk with Dream or the nail tech whenever he was prompted.
After a while, he heard the nail tech clear her throat and begin rustling around in her bag of supplies, and he blinked his eyes open, only then realizing he had even closed them. He watched her take a few tools out, things that he couldn’t guess the names of if he tried, only recognizing the nail file and clippers out of the handful she had, and he furrowed his eyebrows as she turned her attention back to him.
“Don’t worry,” She began, reaching forward to pull his left foot out of the water, propping his heel up on the edge of the basin. “I’ll be gentle,” She assured, and George let out a shaky breath, mentally preparing himself for the worst. He glanced over at Dream, who simply smiled at him, turning towards George’s chair to keep an eye on the situation.
Then, she got to work. She began with clipping and filing his nails, then pushing back and trimming his cuticles, occasionally dipping his foot back into the water to refresh his skin for the next step.
Thankfully, that part wasn’t nearly as bad as George anticipated. There were some hiccups– for example, when he squirmed and giggled each time her nails grazed the below his toes when she switched between nails, or how he jumped and squealed when she slid over the side of his foot. Or, of course, when he yanked his foot out of her grip when she scratched down his sole in a way that definitely felt intentional even though she swore it was an accident, and he giggled so much he needed to hide his face and had to be coaxed back into position by both her and Dream. That didn’t exactly help with his embarrassment.
Despite how flustered and nervous George already was, and how much his cheeks burned at the thought of it getting any worse, he managed to tough it out when she repeated the process with his other foot, finishing off with some weird citrusy cuticle oil that he didn’t understand but had to admit smelled really, really good when she reached forward to let him smell it.
She gave him a few moments to calm himself down, which he was very grateful for, but his time was cut short when he finally felt like the warmth of his cheeks was under control.
“Okay, darlin’,” She began, looking up at George with a sweet, sympathetic look in her eyes, holding something in her hand that he couldn’t entirely see. “You’re about to really not like me anymore.”
“Why, what is it?” He asked nervously, curling his toes and pulling his feet up onto the back of the water basin, away from the nail tech. She chuckled at him, reaching forward to grab his ankles again, and he let out a giggle against his own will before she even did anything. She pulled his right foot forward, letting his left stay free to move, and then dipped whatever was in her hand into the soapy water. As she did so, George finally caught a glimpse of what it was.
A scrubbing brush.
Why the hell did he agree to this?
“Oh God,” He groaned, attempting to pull his leg back, but her grip on his ankle remained just as strong as her knowing smirk, which only made the pit in his stomach grow wider. He held onto the arms of the chair, digging his fingers into the plush leather material, biting his lip and still curling his toes anxiously. His left foot came back to rest on the edge of the basin, his leg swaying side to side, until Dream rested his palm on his knee to stop the movement, and George whipped his head around to glare at him. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m not trying to,” Dream replied, and George would’ve had a snarky rebuttal ready, but he suddenly felt the bristles of the brush swipe over his sole once, and his attention was immediately focused on that instead.
“Oh–“ George choked out with a gasp, clamping his lips together and squeezing his eyes shut. The brush swiped over his foot again, then again, and again, until she was properly scrubbing it clean, the soap and water only aiding the brush in sliding over his smooth skin.
George thought he was going to implode, and the look on his face sure didn’t help to hide that.
“If you need to laugh you can laugh, sweet pea,” The nail tech said kindly, drawing a muffled giggle from George as he shook his head, curling to the side and dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow, resting his arm against the chair. “Aww, look, I almost gotcha!”
“Ohohoh–“ George fought, curling up even further, contorting himself to hide as much as possible as his laughter started flowing freely, unable to keep it in any longer. Right as he did so, the brush moved back down to his heel, making him try to yank his foot back again as more raspy laughter fought its way out of him. “WHA– hahaha–!”
“There you go! I knew those giggles were in there somewhere!” She praised, letting the brush glide up to his toes, tightening her grip as she attacked the underside of them and making his entire body tense up.
“Oh myhyhy Gohohohod!” He laughed helplessly, foot flinching in her grasp as he squirmed in his seat. His left leg bounced against the edge of his chair, trying to expel any energy he possibly could, still death gripping the arm of the chair with the hand he wasn’t currently shielding his blushing face with. “Whahaha–“
“Is he always this jumpy?” She asked, directing her question to Dream, laughing along with George when he shook his head at the question.
“Oh, always,” Dream confirmed, chuckling as well.
“Fuhuhu– mmm– hmhmhm–“ George hummed against his hiding place, taking in some much needed air as the nail tech pulled the brush away and gently placed his foot back in the basin of water, still just as warm and comforting as when they first started, which made him realize that what had felt like the eternity he’d been trapped with two demons set to destroy him hadn’t really been that long at all.
“He wants to curse you out so bad right now,” Dream teased, breaking into laughter when George reached out to blindly hit him, eventually finding his leg and slapping him with so little force it was almost pitiful. Dream reached forward, letting his hand drop to the back of George’s head, scratching at his hair and cupping the back of his neck soothingly.
“Aww, that’s okay. I’m tough, I can take it,” She reassured, grabbing his left foot and pulling it towards her, making George gasp and shoot his head up to look at her. “Besides, you’re gonna need to when I do this.”
“Nonono– NOHO, SHIHIHIT!” George squealed, flinching and falling back into helpless laughter as she repeated the harrowing process on his other foot. He hid back in his arm, any attempt at concealing his laughter out the window, squirming and complaining when the other two threw coos and teases his way.
Eventually, she seemed to finish that step, as she put his foot down and discarded the brush, letting him breathe once again. He picked his head up a few moments later, in time to watch her drain the water from the basin and grab a towel, taking each foot and drying him off gently.
“Is it over now?” He practically whined, playing up his dramatics slightly, trying to gain some semblance of control back. She chuckled at that, reaching over to her supplies and pulling a small bottle of lotion out.
“Almost, baby, almost. The hardest part is over,” She reassured, and George would be lying if he said it didn’t help to calm him down. She popped open the top of the lotion bottle, dispensing a small amount into her hands and rubbing it between her palms, before taking one of George’s legs again and gently massaging his foot, as well as up and down his calf.
The rest of the experience went pretty smoothly, apart from some rogue giggles and flinching during the massage portion, his skin extra sensitive and smooth from the lotion and previous steps of the pedicure. The final step came along in no time, and she ended George’s first pedicure experience with a clear coat of polish to finish everything off.
After that, the nail tech had let Dream know it was his turn whenever he was ready. As she filled the basin in front of him with water, he already seemed to know the process quite well, and went along without a second thought. George curled up in his chair, admittedly very cozy and content to watch Dream have a turn after everything was done on his side, though he grew less and less entertained and more and more embarrassed when Dream barely had any adverse reactions to the process at all.
He made it through the nail filing and cuticle trimming without so much as a chuckle, he continued chatting with the nail tech through it. When it came to the brush, he got a little giggly, but nowhere near the level George was, he even remained completely still the entire time. Even with the massage, the same thing, next to no reaction apart from a few giggles and flinches here and there.
George was furious. And it didn’t help that Dream kept teasing him about it– about how much of a big, dramatic baby he was about the whole thing, even though George knows that’s not true.
But whatever. Who cares. They were finished, they had said their goodbyes, gone up and paid, left a generous tip for, direct quote from Dream, everything she had to deal with with George, which George found very rude. George would never have to worry about getting a pedicure ever, ever again.
okay. i know i made a joke about it literally in the answer to my last ask. however. i have decided to actually start doing little mini fics that i either a) started years ago and never finished, or b) are ideas from/based on something from years ago that i wrote in the spur of the moment
this one happens to be the second option: based on this clip from april of 2021!! throwback to baaaaby baby george omg i love him so much my little man. definitely took some creative liberties with the clip inspiration, but, pretty close still nonetheless :)
i’m excited to keep this going here and there!! there have been a lot of concepts i’ve been meaning to do for ages but thought maybe they’re too outdated to do (especially anything smp related) so maybe this will give me a good reason to get those done <3 that’s about all i have to say, so i hope everyone likes the fic!!
(technically, there’s no actual tickles involved, but still) lee!george, ler!dream, ler!badboyhalo, 2.4k words
enjoy!!
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“George, check discord,” Dream’s tired voice crackled through the microphone, lighting a fire in George’s chest from an ocean away. He blinked back into reality, having fallen into a trance watching BadBoyHalo wander around the SMP for the last 10 minutes, curled up in front of his computer in his dimly lit bedroom. He scooted his chair in, pushing his fingers out of the sleeve of his too-big hoodie, pulling at the blanket over his legs to make sure it didn’t catch under the wheels of the chair as he moved. He clicked off Bad’s stream, navigating to his and Dream’s discord messages, the preview notification letting him know that Dream had sent him a photo about two minutes prior.
It was a piece of fanart.
Fanart of him. And Dream.
Fanart of him and Dream, where Dream was tickling him to pieces.
It wasn’t anything too drastic– Dream with his arms wrapped around George from behind, fingers pressing into his ribs, lips close to his ear, presumably whispering something that would make George’s stomach flip about as much as it did in that moment, while George pushed him away, his face bright pink with a huge, shy smile– but Dream knew exactly what he was doing by sending it to him.
On Bad’s stream. In front of over a thousand people.
Had Dream lost his mind?
He wasn’t able to stop the shy giggle that made its way out of him, but he bit his bottom lip hard as soon as it escaped, smiling so wide it almost hurt his cheeks. He squirmed in his chair, one foot landing back on the ground as he adjusted himself, pushing himself to sit straighter, then slumping back down, pushing his chair a few inches back, then closer towards the desk, before finally settling on using his toes to twist the chair side to side nervously.
He clicked off their messages, into his and Bad’s, then into their group chat, before landing back on Dream’s, the image sending a new wave of flustered energy through him when it graced his presence again, making his flustered giggling return at full force.
“What’s going on over there, Captain Giggles?” Bad asked, chuckling himself, unable to ignore George’s intermittent laughter any longer. The nickname alone made his chest flutter again, bouncing his leg, growing antsy and shaking his head at no one.
“No, nothing, s’nothing, Dre– Dream’s just…” He stuttered, adjusting his headset over his ears and shifting his microphone around.
“He’s what?” Bad pressed, a smile audible in his voice, and George momentarily wished he could go back in time and slap himself before he ever met the two of them, but Dream’s laugh pulled him back down again.
“Yeah, what am I, George?” Dream asked, smug, and George could tell from the way his voice sounded that he had sat up straighter in his chair– taller, more alert, more confident.
“Just… an idiot,” George muttered, speech slurred and jumbled, both from how sleepy he was and how flustered he was. Dream and Bad both laughed at his reply, moving on with their own conversation about something else on the server that George was only kind of paying attention to.
He clicked on the message bar on the bottom, beginning to type out a reply, before deciding that his keyboard was much too loud and his monitor was much too big and bright to be doing that on, so he migrated back to Bad’s stream and returned it to full screen, before grabbing his phone and finding his home in Dream’s discord messages there instead. While his phone was much smaller, it was much closer to him, and the same photo shocked him for a third time, making the butterflies in his tummy flutter rapidly and forcing him to let out another quiet giggle. From there, his fingers flew, his hands clammy and shaky as they held the device close.
are you insane
He couldn’t think of much else to type. He still smiled, though, when he heard Dream let out a chuckle from the other end of the call, followed by the clacking of his keyboard, clearly much less shy about it than George was.
i saw it on twitter and it was just too cute not to send to you
look at your smile :(((
Dream was trying to kill him.
you’re trying to kill me.
Yeah, that was good.
nooooo
not yet ;)
George squirmed in his seat again, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his fingers again, crossing his arms over his chest as he pulled his legs up again, curling his toes around the edge of the chair and muffling more breathy laughter into his arm.
“George,” Dream prompted during a lull in his and Bad’s conversation, and George dreaded what would follow, his nerves just barely starting to get back to normal. “You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” He replied, collected, albeit still sleepy, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why?”
“You haven’t said anything in a few minutes,” He finished, and George knew instantly that he was still messing around– he wasn’t free from Dream’s grasp just yet.
“Oh, sorry. Just tired, I think, but I’m still here,” He replied, as Bad answered a couple questions from chat in the meantime.
“Good,” Dream said back, clearly smirking, and George was embarrassed to admit how quickly that reply got him right back where his nervousness started.
Seconds later, his phone screen lit up again, alerting him of a new discord message.
georgie
One word, and Dream already had more nervous giggles bubbling up in his chest. He had George wrapped around his finger– and they both knew it.
yeah?
George let out a sigh, willing himself to calm down, eternally grateful that his camera wasn’t on. He could feel the heat on his face, helplessly aware that his flushed skin would be incredibly obvious and visible, even with the awful lighting from his computer monitor and the single, warm-toned lamp he had turned on in his room.
is that how you’re gonna react when i get to actually tickle you for the first time?
Any resolve George had hoped to hold onto flew out the window as soon as Dream hit send.
His embarrassed giggles returned again, even more nervous than they already were– which George didn’t even know was possible until it happened. They came out higher pitched, squeaky, completely involuntary, and he couldn’t stop it if he wanted to. He slapped a hand over his mouth, practically melting against his chair, resting his elbow in his desk and slumping down to hide in it. He dropped his other foot to the floor now, both legs bouncing nervously, as he stayed curled up with his head in his arms, mentally begging for the carpet below him to open up and swallow him whole.
“Oh my goodness, George, are you okay?” Bad asked through fond laughter, and George let out a groan, peeking one eye up to watch as Bad’s chat flew faster than his tired brain could process, filled with messages about his laughter and Dream’s smug responses and theorizing about what could be causing both of those things. “What set you off like that?”
“I sent him something,” Dream explained after recovering from his own smug laughter, voice smooth and sickeningly sweet, a tone that George recognized immediately, harkening back to their late nights discord calls with just the two of them where Dream would tease him in the exact same way. This only made George want to crawl into a hole even more, but he was still thankful that Dream wasn’t making him explain what had happened, because he might have actually died.
His thankfulness was short lived, however, when Dream reminded him that he was still insane, and still thrived off making George squirm and whine from thousands of miles away.
“Can I send it in the group chat, George? To show Bad?” Dream asked, and George had to bite his lip to stop himself from whining in response, reminding himself that they were still live, so he had to try to contain himself, even if Dream was making it so hard to do so just by existing and talking the way that he did.
“I hate you,” Was what he decided on instead, muttered softly into the sleeve of his hoodie that kept him comfortably warm and fuzzy– not a yes, not a no, enough for Dream to make a decision. He heard Dream chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and squeezing around his heart, another whimper threatening to escape his throat before he swallowed it down. He heard a few clicks, then watched the screen of his phone light up again, where it had been abandoned on the side of his desk.
oh baby :((
you’re so cute :(((
is it okay if i send it?
George felt the warmth spread through his chest again, feeling his lips form a small pout as he read each message as they came through. He squirmed and altered his position again, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands and picking his legs up, curling up under the blanket and scooting closer to his desk so he could still reach his keyboard and mouse.
mhm
He turned off his phone and placed it face down on the desk as he took a few seconds to get cozy again, shifting and squirming and wiggling, adjusting his hoodie, glancing between Bad’s stream and his now unoccupied hands in his lap, fidgeting with his fingers bashfully.
“Bad, check the group chat,” Dream said, and George let out a huff of air, his breathing somewhat regulated again even as his head grew dizzier and his poor tummy fluttered with butterflies. He heard Bad gasp, a smile audible in his voice when he spoke next.
“Is that what I think it is?” He asked excitedly, and Dream hummed in confirmation. “Oh, that is so cute, that’s really cute.”
“Who is that, George?” Dream asked softly, and if George was in the same room as him, he could have shot lasers at him through his eyes. “Is that me and you?”
“Dream…” George whined, pulling the collar of his hoodie over his mouth to hide his giggles.
“Can I show that on stream?” Bad asked, and George’s stomach flipped, protests leaving his mouth before he even registered the question.
“No, no, no! Nohoho, no,” He whined, no fight in his voice, but still shaking at the thought of something like that being shown to their audience. He knew Bad wouldn’t do anything like that without his undeniable permission, but it was still enough to make him giddy and nervous all over again.
“C’mon, Georgie, let him show it,” Dream teased, and George shook his head at nothing once again.
“Nohoho! No, no,” He continued to protest, feeling the tension and anxiety rise in his chest, starting to get slightly nervous about continuing their activities in front of an audience.
George always prided himself on being able to control a situation on stream, making sure things would go a certain way, or at least be able to wrangle things back in if someone like Dream or Sapnap or Bad decided to tease and mess with him to fluster him, but this was a different situation. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to keep himself from completely falling into Dream’s trap, and with Bad there as well, it would only happen even faster. He still trusted them to know they would take care of it, but the thought worried him nonetheless.
“Can I at least describe it to them?”
“No! No, you can’t, you can’t,” George squirmed in his seat, running his fingers through his hair. He huffed again, biting his lip nervously, anxious energy turning antsy again.
“Alright, alright, I’m just teasing. I’m not gonna show it,” Bad reassured, and George hummed in acknowledgment. “But it’s a very cute piece of fanart, George, I’m glad I could see it. Did you commission someone for that?”
“Wh– no–!” George stuttered, giggling in surprise, not expecting the question. Dream chuckled too, answering much more eloquently.
“No, no. Obviously he didn’t,” He said, slow and soft, voice thick like honey once again, and George melted at his tone like a lovesick baby kitten, collapsing in his chair for the millionth time that night.
“Well, either way, it’s very, very adorable. I love it a lot, I saved it already on my phone,” Bad explained, the words flowing through George’s ears in slow motion.
“Y-you…” He stammered again, processing that Bad actually saved the drawing of Dream tickling him to his phone, and he broke into shy, squeaky giggles again. The other two let him wind himself down, kindly letting him breathe for a moment, and George decided that was as good a time as any to click into their group chat and type out another message.
bad
can you end
if you want
pls
His fingers trembled over the keyboard, and he squeezed his fists together, hoping it might help to calm him down slightly. He heard Bad chuckle through the call, answering another question from a donation, before a response came through.
aw :(
does someone want our attention?
George swore he was about to implode.
cmon
no more on stream
He replied, knowing he wasn’t making as much sense as he’d hoped, but confident that the other two would understand him. Dream’s response came first, reassurance over everything else.
okay, sweetheart, it’s alright
not too much longer, don’t worry
we won’t leave you hanging
George let out a soft sigh, ashamed to admit how much the simple words calmed him. Bad’s response came next,
anything for my gogy :)
lemme say my goodbyes and i’m all yours you lil muffin
Immediate relief flooded over him, followed by the sudden realization that he had technically just asked Bad to end his stream so he and Dream could focus more on teasing him, which he did not think through when he started typing. When he started giggling again, even as Bad tried to talk to chat and had to mute the call to do so, Dream couldn’t help but comment on it.
just heard that realization hit in real time
huh, cutie?
George bit his lip, typing up a quick reply,
shut up
i can barely breathe
He heard Dream chuckle at his message, and the group chat stayed still for a few moments. Eventually, George watched Bad’s stream go offline, and he returned to the discord call once more.
“So,” He began, and George was already laughing before he even finished. “Where were we again?”
if you didn’t hear, yesterday was @mushiewrites BIRTHDAY WOOOO 🎉🎉🎉 everyone go wish them a happy birthday and give good vibes :DD
this is the fic i wrote for the momentous occasion, and originally i wasn’t gonna post it but someone encouraged me to anyway so here it is <3 it is different than anything i’ve ever written, but it was pretty fun to do, so i hope everyone likes it as much as mush did >:)
WARNING: this fic does include mouth tickles on george’s belly button, i know that is Not a lot of people’s cup of tea, so if that makes you uncomfortable, read at your own risk/skip this one!! no hard feelings, keep yourselves safe <3
lee!george, ler!dream, feat. sapnap, 1.6k words
enjoy!
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“This is so stupid,” George grumbled, clenching his teeth as he yanked at the restraints that held his wrists above his head. He felt the cold metal dig into his wrists uncomfortably, a harsh reminder of his captivity, yet the only anxiety he felt was that of the anticipation– really, he was more endeared than anything. “Is that really necessary?”
“For you? Yes. You’ve never tickled you before, you wouldn’t know,” Sapnap explained from his spot, cross-legged next to George’s bound arms at the head of the bed. George scoffed, already squirming through his nerves, twisting his wrists and trying to find a comfortable position for them to be stuck in for the next… however long it would be.
“Whatever,” He groaned again, earning a chuckle from Dream.
“You better watch that attitude, Georgie. If I was in your position I’d be careful,” He explained, settling himself to straddle George’s thighs, an action that made George’s heart kick up and his toes curl as he shifted nervously again.
He knew, realistically, that Dream was right, and that he should shut up, but for some reason that even he didn’t fully understand, his mouth was literally incapable of listening to that logic. So, he dug his grave even further.
“If you were in my position, you wouldn’t have even made it far enough to have an attitude, so…” George said, unable to stop himself, his brain spiraling as he cursed his lips for moving.
The room went silent. George felt like he had just stepped on a twig in the woods in a horror movie, alerting the killer of his exact location. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but every scenario his brain supplied was worse than the last.
“…Oh?” Dream replied, voice dangerously low, rumbling through his chest and into the deep center of George’s soul, and eyebrows dangerously high, wide pupils staring daggers into George’s eyes. George swallowed, already breathing heavier at the single syllable.
“No– no, I-I didn’t mean–“ George said, immediately trying to backtrack, voice shaky as he twisted and pulled at his wrists. Dream sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting it out as a wistful sigh, as if he was forced to make a decision he was reluctant to make– his next actions were decided for him, and he was simply going along with suggestions that were given to him nonchalantly.
“Well, if that’s what you want…” He finished, shrugging his shoulders, before launching his attack, and suddenly the tips of his rough fingers were digging into the center of George’s rib cage, his thumbs digging into the front of his ribs as well.
“NO, NONONO, I’M SORR– AHAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–!” George protested, screaming as soon as Dream’s hands touched down, latched onto the horrifically sensitive area, unmoving even as George thrashed and squirmed and tried his hardest to throw him off. “DREHEHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Dream soothed, giggling as he watched George’s reactions only grow stronger. He shook his head wildly before throwing it back against the pillow below him, switching between pulling at his arms and forcing them to straighten out when the bite of the handcuffs became too much to handle, his eyes squeezed shut as tears formed at the corners. “I bet you’re sorry now, huh, baby?”
“WH– AHAHAHA– YEHEHEHES! DREHEHEAM, COHOME OHOHOHON!” George pleaded, attempting to reason with him, well aware that both he and Sapnap knew how much everything about the situation was driving him completely insane. He heard Sapnap chuckle next to him and he turned to hide his face in his arm as much as he could, the sudden reminder that he was still being watched hitting him like a truck and making him dizzy.
Well, that was probably the lack of oxygen, but he wasn’t exactly thinking straight, was he?
“Alright, fine, take a breather,” Dream said, pulling his hands back and rubbing the ghost tickles away with his palms, letting George catch his breath for a few moments. George took the opportunity graciously, gulping down the air like water in a drought, his body relaxing against the calming touch of Dream’s hands, almost forgetting what those same hands were just doing to him.
Almost.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Dream decided, slipping his hands under George’s loose t-shirt and pushing it up to reveal his torso, his whole tummy on display as he giggled nervously at the attention.
“Oh– Dreheheheam…” He whined, practically putty in Dream’s hands, but he tensed up again when Dream’s fingers began to scratch at his sides and the dip of his waist. He broke into high pitched giggles, squirming harder than ever before at the light touches, knowing they could sometimes drive him even more crazy than the cruel tickles– and he worried that might have been one of those times. He was able to handle it, though, until a few seconds later when he felt a soft gust of air flow over his tummy, and he whipped his head down to see none other than Dream’s smiling face hovering barely a few inches above his torso and blowing softly on his skin that was already riddled with goosebumps. “Nohohoho, nononono, whahat are yohohou doihihing–“
“Shhh,” Dream soothed again, only spiking George’s anxiety more.
Then, just as George thought he’d seen it all, he felt something he had never, ever felt before, touching his skin.
Dream’s tongue. In his belly button.
“OH– NO, OH MYHY GOHOHOHOD!?” George blurted out, voice turning squeaky and stuttery from the sheer shock of the feeling, and he dared to venture a look down to see if he was imagining it or if Dream really did have his fucking tongue inside his belly button, and he was horrified to find out that it was, in fact, the second one. “WHAHAT– oh myhy– whahat’s wrohohong wihith yohou–“ George yelled, breathing shallow and panicked, squirming like his life depended on it– which, in that moment, it kind of felt like it did.
“Sapnap,” Dream said sternly, not missing a beat, and Sapnap seemed to know exactly what he wanted from that.
Sapnap leaned over, gently curling his arm around George’s head, and placed one hand softly over his mouth, using his pinkie under his jaw to keep his lips pressed tightly together. The other hand quickly found its way to George’s hair, combing his fingers through the soft curls there, helping to both keep George in place and to help him relax into the feeling. George continued protesting, whining and trying to shake Sapnap’s hands away, but nothing seemed to help, and his whiny giggled and attempts at complaining were muffled into Sapnap’s palm against his will.
“There we go, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sapnap commented, voice low, close enough to George that he didn’t need to speak very loud. George groaned behind his hand, glaring up at him with a fire in his eyes that Sapnap couldn’t wait to watch Dream extinguish. He looked back down to watch Dream lower his head, and like magic, his mouth was on George’s belly button and George was thrashing once again.
“MMMH–!” He yelped, sucking in his stomach and tensing his entire body, his toes curling and biceps straining, puffing his chest up in favor of driving his hips back into the mattress, hoping to pull back far enough that Dream would stop. He didn’t, of course, and it only gave him better leverage to hold George’s hips down and let his tongue dip into the hyper-sensitive button. George gasped, a strangled sound getting caught in his throat as his entire body convulsed, and his broken screams and whimpers returned. “MM– MMHPH, MH!”
“This is cute,” Dream mused, placing a few tiny kisses to George’s tummy before nibbling lightly at the edges of his belly button. George squirmed and jumped at each nip, squeaky laughter taking over, his face bright red from complete and utter embarrassment, shock, and disbelief at what the hell Dream was doing. “Love when you get all squeaky, pretty boy.”
“MM-MM!” George denied, trying to shake his head as much as he could, curling his arms in to hide the rest of his face that was still visible. He was still squirming, but both Sapnap and Dream could tell that it was completely involuntary– he wasn’t trying to squirm away, it just kind of happened. Sapnap’s hand in his hair continued to scratch softly, helping him relax and fall into the trance even further, and Sapnap giggled at how sweet the scene was.
He could tell George wanted to be vehemently against everything that was happening to him, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t essentially floating towards the moon with how spacey he was because of it.
They stayed like that for a while, Dream’s mouth playing with the sensitive dip of George’s tummy, George’s whining and spasmic squirming, Sapnap’s hands staying firmly in their places, until George’s muffled voice grew raspy and the other two decided he’d probably had enough.
Dream pulled back, dazed for a moment as he came back to reality and stared at the red marks on George’s abdomen made by his fingers and mouth, but George couldn’t have seemed more content if he tried.
They quickly uncuffed him, Dream taking a moment to press soft kisses to the harsh red lines on his wrists from pulling at the restraints, holding George’s hands and playing with his fingers as he, too, came back into his own body. Sapnap immediately laid down on the bed, tugging the covers over himself and George and motioning for Dream to do the same on the other side, before clinging to George like a koala. He wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, making George laugh and jokingly try to shove him away, but that only made him squeeze George impossibly tighter, making him fall into another fit of giggles as they all settled into each other’s arms.
so this is a fic i wrote for the movie challengers, which i am. absolutely obsessed with. and have been since it came out. ask @mushiewrites he knows better than anyone.
obviously, no pressure to read if you’re not into challengers, i really just wrote this fic on a whim for my own enjoyment and i figured i would just post it bc why not 🤷 most likely will be the only challengers fic i post here UNLESS the people want to see more, then i would lmao. but for now, here’s the fic, let me know what you think <3
lee!art, ler!patrick, ler!tashi, 3.9k words
enjoy!!
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“Tell me more,” Tashi said, the three of them sat in a triangle on the hotel room floor, two half empty beers between them. Her eyes were trained on Patrick’s as she reached down to adjust the bunched up socks by her ankles.
“Uh…” Patrick began, looking over at Art, who looked back at him, cheeks still tilted pink with his fingers covering his shy smile, no doubt still flushed warm from the utterly humiliating story about his personal life– a secret that was meant to stay between him and Patrick until the day they died– that had just been aired out in front of Tashi fucking Duncan. He chuckled, always entertained by Art’s embarrassment, and Art pressed the heel of his hand into his eye with a groan. “I dunno, I think Art’s a little embarrassed,” Patrick teased, reaching over and ruffling his friend’s floppy blonde hair, earning himself a smack to the wrist as Art pushed him away.
”Aww, he’s okay, aren’t you?” Tashi asked condescendingly, turning her attention to the boy in question as he tilted his head back against the bed behind him. She watched him swallow harshly, then look over at her with the same smile he hadn’t been able to wipe off the whole night, shaking his head and rolling his eyes fondly. “I think Art loves this,” She theorized, mostly not serious, but her eyebrows quirked up and her smirk stretched when Art didn’t deny it and Patrick sent a knowing wink her way.
”I think Art wants to punch both of you,” Art replied graciously, his smile growing as he heard the other two laugh, biting his bottom lip. He let out a soft breath, changing positions on the floor, bending one leg up to wrap his arms around his shin and resting his cheek against his knee, looking up through his lashes at Patrick as he continued to try and wrack his brain for more stories to tell Tashi.
Patrick glanced over at him, and he gave him a gentle smile, one that formed smile lines by his eyes and showed his teeth just enough for the little lightbulb above Patrick’s head to flick to life. Patrick gasped, eyebrows raised, breaking out into a cheek splitting grin as he turned his attention back to Tashi.
“Oh, I know exactly what you wanna hear,” Patrick said with a smirk, crossing his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands.
“Oh, do you?” She asked, a challenge in her words. Patrick nodded, leaning more onto his left hand, his body angled towards Art like a magnetic pull. His smirk grew, his gaze flicking from Tashi, to Art, back to Tashi, and back to Art. Art furrowed his eyebrows, turning his head to press his lips to his own knee instead, just as confused as Tashi was about where Patrick was going with this. Patrick turned his head back to her, keeping his eyes on his friend until the last possible second, before he finally let them in on whatever secret he had in mind.
“Our sweet little Art over here is insanely ticklish,” Patrick said, blunt and teasing and making Art’s breath halt in his chest almost painfully. The room was silent for all of five seconds, the broken air conditioner rattling harshly against the frame of the open window, Art’s heart pounding against the inside of his ribcage at the sudden admission.
“…What?” Tashi said, in disbelief, a smile neither man had seen from her yet that night gracing her features– a smile Patrick recognized from watching her matches. She smiled like that on the court, confident, cocky; she smiled like that when she was playing a good game of tennis, when she was winning.
“What?” Art replied immediately after, eyes wide, lifting his head up from his knee, grip tightening on his shin and back stiffening as he froze in place.
“I’m serious.” His eyes met Art’s for barely a second, just to narrow at him smugly, before they were back on Tashi so he could continue. “He always has been, since we were kids, but a lot of people, y’know… either, like, grow out of it or it at least changes and differs from then as they’re older, right?” He earned a hum from Tashi, who had now looked over at Art, but he had his eyes fixed on his friend who had once again kicked him directly in the balls just for the hell of it.
“Art,” She said, as if she was talking to a scared puppy. He slowly looked over at her, his shocked expression unchanged, and she continued. “Is this true?”
“…I think we need more ice,” was his response, before standing up from his spot on the floor.
“We have an entire bucket,” Patrick pointed out, the smirk on his face smug enough to make Art want to kick it right off him.
“Well, maybe we need two,” He responded, turning towards the door in an attempt to escape, to go out into the hallway and do God knows what until he assumed it was safe to enter the room again– though, knowing Patrick, he would probably have a better chance walking all the way home.
Patrick shot himself up from the floor, his body whizzing past Tashi with a mischievous giggle before any of them could process it, and suddenly Art felt two arms around his waist and he was being lifted a few inches off the ground.
“FUCK–“ Art yelled, his legs instinctively curling before stretching out to try to get his footing back, fingers digging into Patrick’s arms around him. “Patrick!” He scolded, able to get his bare feet back on the floor, planting all his weight down and making it harder for the other to move him.
“Just let it happen!” Patrick yelled as he and Art fought for the upper hand. He shoved Art with his shoulder, able to knock him off balance for a moment, one leg slipping out from under him as he was yanked back towards the beds. Art grunted at the force, lips pressed into a determined line as he fought to hide his smile, twisting his upper body so he could clamp his elbow down on the side of Patrick’s head, pinning it under his arm and completing the headlock with a righteous chuckle. “Oh, you little–“ Patrick grumbled, leaning into the position, folding himself practically in half so he could swing his arm around to take out the back of Art’s knees.
“Shit–!” Art gasped, his knees giving out from the impact and knocking him down enough for Patrick to throw him halfway over his shoulder, just enough to carry him against his will. “Ow, what the hell?!” Art complained, voice strained from how the air was taken from his lungs with the movements. Art squirmed as much as he could, pushing himself off Patrick’s shoulders and falling half down his back, but Patrick remedied this by dropping Art’s legs and immediately hooking his arm under one of his knees instead, making Art yelp in shock and grab onto Patrick’s– his, come to think of it– shirt to keep himself from falling flat onto his back on the floor. “JESUS– fuck, Patrick! What the fuck is wrong with you!?”
“You’re being ridiculous!” Patrick bit through his teeth, making Art chuckle incredulously, hearing the fondness in the words still.
“Oh, I’m being ridicul–OUS!“ Art tried to give a snarky response, but he was cut off as he was unceremoniously launched onto the bed with an undignified squeal. “Hey!” His palms grabbed the sheets instantly, pushing his body up and trying to reorient himself, scrambling up the bed to try and swing his legs over and make another run for it, but Patrick was quick to grab his ankle and yank him back down towards the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off, before jumping on top of him and wrestling him once again. “NO– OW!” He groaned as Patrick’s elbow hit him right in the ribs, grabbing the hurt area, but Patrick was quick to take advantage of the situation to crawl up the bed, above Art’s head, roughly grabbing his arms and manhandling him so he could pin them down. “Get off me!”
“No!” Patrick yelled back, and Art growled angrily as he fought against him, catching a glimpse of his overconfident smirk and growing even more frustrated. “Holy fuck you’re stronger than you look!”
“Fuck off!” In seconds, Art’s wrists were held down by Patrick’s stupidly harsh grip, and his knees pressed into his biceps to keep him down. Art struggled still, twisting and turning, straining his arms and clenching his fists, but his attempts were unsuccessful. Eventually, Art accepted defeat, both men breathing heavily from the adrenaline and the exhaustion.
“Are you finished?” Patrick asked, smug face hovering above Art’s when he looked up.
“Fuck you.”
“Are you two done with your foreplay now or do I have to gouge my own eyes out?” Tashi asked, reminding the other two of her presence that hadn’t been forgotten even slightly, making them both whip their heads around to look at her. Art groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his head back, his face growing pink again from another round of embarrassment.
“C’mon, I’ll show you what to do,” Patrick motioned her over with a flick of his head.
“No, you don’t have to do that, Patrick’s just being an idiot,” Art said, moving his eyes between the two of them, glaring frustratedly up at his friend and yanking on his wrists once more. But, to his dismay, he felt a hand rest on his knee, and he whipped his head around to see Tashi climbing onto the bed to straddle his thighs, a satisfied smile on her face.
If she was only here for entertainment, she sure would be getting what she wanted.
“Tashi,” Art tried, meaning for it to be a warning, though it fell short when his breath stuttered at the way Tashi looked down at him, almost hungry. “Tash– Tashi you don’t have to do this.”
“Does he always beg this fast?” She asked, her gaze fixed on Art’s torso, and he squirmed under the attention.
“Yes, always,” Patrick confirmed, and Art couldn’t help but scoff, and he would’ve rolled his eyes if they weren’t still closed to avoid any kind of eye contact. He was still coming to terms with the fact that this was even happening in the first place.
“That’s cute.” She placed her hands gently on his sides over his gray Stanford t-shirt, smirking when he sucked in his stomach with a sharp breath through his teeth, muscles tightening more than they already were. He let out another sound, less of an intimidating growl and more of a pathetic whine, and he squeezed his eyes shut harder and turned his head away from the open air, pressing his forehead against the inside of Patrick’s knee that pressed his arm down. He heard them both chuckle at him, before Patrick began his explanation.
“So, there’s pretty much a technique that’ll get a reaction out of, like, most normal ticklish spots you can think of, but I’m gonna tell you about a few of my personal favorites,” Patrick started, earning a nod from Tashi. “My go-to is usually just starting with his ribs, just because, like, usually they’re easy to get to and they get a pretty solid reaction no matter what you do.” Tashi hummed in understanding, smirking when Art finally looked up at her, scratching her nails over his ribs on top of his shirt. He gasped immediately, arching his back and throwing his head back against Patrick, pressing his lips together tightly, unable to stop the quiet groan that escaped.
“He’s trying not to laugh,” Tashi observed, her smile growing as she watched Art squirm against his own will.
“Go harder,” Patrick advised, meeting her eyes.
“Don’t,” Art bit through his teeth, voice strained and fists clenched tightly.
“Don’t?” She asked, her nails moving up and down his ribcage as she scratched and clawed at them, keeping her touch light, intentional, methodical.
“Mm-mm,” He grunted as he shook his head.
“Why not? What’s gonna happen if I do?”
“Nothing.” Art gasped when her fingers came a little too close to his underarms, straining his shoulders in an attempt to pull his arms down, his lips forming into a wide smile that he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Well, if nothing’s gonna happen, I might as well do it,” She teased, suddenly digging her fingers into his ribs, making him yell out and arch his back again, his entire body tense underneath her.
“NO–!” He yelped, his mouth staying open for a second as he still held his reactions, but the second she moved her harsh fingers up to drill into the top of his ribs near his underarms, he was a goner. “Fuhuck–!” He groaned, the first giggles slipping out, making both of the others react with excitement that only served to make his stomach turn more.
“Hey! There we go, was that so hard?” Patrick teased, making Art groan through his now constant laughter, only interrupted by gasps and growls at them as he kept up his attitude. Patrick directed his attention back to Tashi, coaching her further. “His ribs get worse the higher up you go, so that was a good find. His armpits aren’t as sensitive as the tops of his ribs but if you’re already up there and getting him worked up it still works wonders.”
“Fuhuck ohoff– AH–!” Art scolded, but he was cut off by a yell when Patrick shot his hands to dig into his underarms for barely a second, before returning them to their place pinning his wrists down, his attention never leaving Tashi as he did so.
“See?”
“Yohohou are an ihidiohot!”
“I know. Anyway,” Patrick adjusted his position, taking his hands off Art’s wrists in favor of leaning over him more, still keeping his arms pinned with his lower body– much to Art’s dismay, as he did immediately try to worm his way free with little success.
He chose to blame the fact that Tashi was still scratching aimlessly at his ribs, down to his sides and even over his stomach a few times, making him tense and his skin jump and flutter at the feeling. Her face remained content, a smile on her lips, and her touch remained confident but turned undisciplined, her fingers gliding wherever they wanted to without much thought, her attention jumping between Art’s reactions and her own actions, almost entranced by what she was doing to cause him to react however he did. She took in every detail– every spot that made him giggle and squirm, that made him gasp and arch his back, that made him whine and lean into her fingers– as if she was studying a new technique on the court.
She was playing with him, determined to win, and that feeling alone drove such a sharp shiver down Art’s spine that he knew she already had. They all knew– she had won before they even started.
“Tashi,” Patrick said, catching her attention and making her look over at him. He smiled at her, fondness for both of them apparent on his face, reaching down to run one hand through Art’s hair to get it out of his eyes, as it had gotten pretty messy from his squirming and head shaking and hiding his face against Patrick. Art groaned, trying to shake his head to throw Patrick’s hand off, but Patrick simply tightened his grip in his hair and settled his head straight back instead, making him swallow harshly through his laughter and roll his eyes before closing them again. “Lean towards me, like, kneel above him instead of sitting, just for a second,” He explained, motioning for her to do so with his free hand, and she did so, sitting up on her knees and shuffling forward a little to keep stability. “Perfect. Now reach behind you and squeeze above his knees–“
“Noho!” Art panicked, squirming more intentionally, pushing himself up further towards Patrick and trying to keep his legs away, even though Tashi hadn’t made a move yet. She raised her eyebrows at his reaction, laughing to herself.
”Okay, now I have to try that,” She said, and Art shook his head as he watched her anxiously, waiting for the inevitable.
”No, nono, Tahashi, Tashihi, don’t–“ He pleaded, still squirming, until Tashi latched her hands onto his thighs and squeezed incessantly at them. He let out another squeal, his mouth falling open as he broke out into bright laughter, his eyes squeezing shut as he kicked out against her hands and grabbed onto the material of Patrick’s shorts. ”Nohohoho!” He whined through his laughter, his squirming causing his shirt to ride up and expose some of his skin, his hip bones poking out as he twisted and turned.
“Oh, yeah, this was so worth it,” She mused, earning an embarrassed groan from Art, one that she had come to expect throughout the endeavor.
“Tahashi, stohohop!”
“Oh!” Patrick interrupted excitedly, and Tashi pulled her hands back and looked over at him, giving the poor boy underneath them a moment to catch his breath, settling herself back over his thighs. He shifted his hips, feeling the warm breeze from the open window of the room pass over his body, reminding him of his exposed stomach and making the ball of nerves he felt there grow again. Still, he couldn’t help his curiosity, and he looked up at Patrick to hear what ridiculous, humiliating detail he was about to reveal next. “He does this thing– like, okay–“ Patrick started, cutting himself off, leaning further forward and shifting his legs back, giving Art the opportunity to yank his arms out from under him. Patrick acted just as quickly though, grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly out to the sides– not pinning them down, but making sure Art couldn’t use his arms to protect himself at all.
”Fuck–“ Art said through gritted teeth, pulling at his arms, his jaw tightly locked shut and a sad pout sitting on his face, trapped once again.
“He does this thing,” Patrick continued, squeezing Art’s wrists, smiling as he spoke. “Where he scrunches up his nose–”
”NO, fuck you, do not–!”
“Shhh, he scrunches up his nose when you trace over his hip bones really lightly and it’s so fucking cute, it’s insane,” He finished, and Tashi couldn’t help but smile at the new information.
”God, Patrick!” Art whined, voice strained still, turning back to hide his face against Patrick’s leg. He sighed heavily, biting his bottom lip to try to keep any stray reactions in, until he felt a hand gently touch his jaw, turning him to look up at Tashi again, her bright smile calming his nerves for a split second, even though he knew exactly what was going to happen.
“Stay like that,” She instructed, voice soft, but Art still rolled his eyes and did as she said. He tilted his head back slightly, closing his eyes again with a sigh, fingers clenching into fists with his nerves. Then, her hands trailed back down, pushing his shirt out of the way and trailing her nails over his hips.
Art could swear he was being tortured.
It felt like electric currents were running through his veins, sending shocks to his spine, down his legs, up the back of his neck, his entire body tense and shaking. He couldn’t stop himself from gasping, biting his lip, before breaking out into the most adorable, high pitched, desperate giggles Tashi and Patrick had ever heard in their lives. Tashi added a second finger to each hip, moving in and out in a jellyfish motion over the jutting bones there, smiling as she watched his tummy jump and flutter at the sensation before looking up to see that Patrick was absolutely right.
His entire face was bright pink, his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, his nose scrunched as he giggled freely. He still tried to curl in on himself, his elbows pulled in close to his sides, his wrists still held by Patrick, though he didn’t seem to be trying too hard to get away anymore.
“I hahahate thihihis,” Art complained, whining more than ever, and the other two both laughed at how blatantly untrue the statement seemed. Art didn’t even sound like he believed it too much himself. He groaned, giving up Tashi’s demand and trying to hide his face again, but Patrick scolded him gently and dropped one of his wrists to cup his jaw and hold his head up. “Pahatrihihick!” Art complained, using his now free hand to try to pry his fingers away. He was unsuccessful, and instead decided to reach down to blindly bat Tashi’s hand away, though she was not very happy about this.
“Don’t interrupt me!” She scolded playfully, grabbing his wrist and pinning it under her knee before poking ruthlessly at the area above his hip, making him squeal.
“NOHO– okahahay! Okay, okhaay, okahahahay! Stohohohop, plehehease!” He pleaded, the sudden switch overwhelming, yanking his hand free from her knee and pushing her hand away. She let out an amused laugh, cupping her hands around him and rubbing her thumbs over the front of his hip bones, letting him breathe. Patrick followed suit, removing his hands entirely and letting Art cover his face with his hands immediately. He groaned, clearing his throat and sighing, his body coming down from how tense and out of breath he was.
“You alright?” Tashi asked, pulling Art’s shirt down and pushing herself off him, sitting cross legged on the bed next to the other two.
“No,” He grumbled, his voice hoarse and muffled by his hands over his face. He dropped one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other. “I died.”
“You died, did you?” She said with a raised eyebrow, earning a nod and a hum in response, a smile on his face again. Patrick chuckled, shaking his head fondly.
“He’s fine,” He confirmed, shoving Art’s shoulder. “C’mon. Get up,” He said, earning another groan, but Art sat up nonetheless, and Patrick threw an arm around his shoulders and pressed his lips to the side of his head. “See? He’s fine.”
“Well, I’m very glad,” Tashi said with a smile, all three of them sharing a few giddy giggles. “You guys do that a lot?”
“No, I wouldn’t say–“
“All the time,” Patrick said at the same time, interrupting Art and making him bite his lip again, warmth burning his face once again. The other two chuckled, watching him shake his head and attempt to collapse forward onto the bed to hide his face further, but his plan was stopped by a hand on either shoulder pushing him back up.
Tashi’s hand dropped to his thigh, as he had mirrored her cross legged position, and Patrick’s slid down to rest in the middle of his back. She glanced down at her hand, her thimb rubbing against his bare skin, before she continued.
“You’ll have to show me more sometime,” She said, voice low, looking up at Art through her lashes and making the swarm of butterflies in his stomach spring to life again. He chuckled nervously, glancing over at Patrick, but his eyes were already switching between his own and Tashi’s, as if he had every move already calculated in his head.
After that moment, the rest of the night was history.
no but seriously it has been a while and i did Nottt mean for that to happen lmao. it really just happened on its own, work has been kicking my ass lately and it’s been hard to get into the right groove for writing with all that. but!! ideally (if all goes well) i’ll be able to become a little bit more consistent in the near future, so be on the lookout for that 😎
but, as for THIS fic, this is actually… dream’s birthday fic… only a month and a half late :D
but. i won’t let that stop me. this is the 2nd of 3 parts to this new birthday series, part 1 for sapnap’s birthday can be found here. this is also combined with an idea that is YEARS old, originally spoken about in a post linked here, this is just an ask i answered that explains the concept a little more :D
without further ado… enjoy dreamie’s birthday fic <3
lee!george, lee!sapnap, ler!dream, 5.2k words
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“Oh, good,” Dream said with a smile as he stepped into Sapnap’s bedroom, seeing both him and George sitting on the bed– attached at the hip, just like he’d hoped. “You’re both in here.”
They both looked up at him from where they sat, Sapnap cross-legged and hunched over George, who was leaning back on one elbow to look down at Sapnap’s phone with him, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. They looked relaxed, comfortable in each other’s presence, and it almost made Dream feel bad for what he was about to do to them.
Almost.
“What’s up?” Sapnap muttered, leaning over George to put his phone on his nightstand. They both waited in silence for Dream to continue as he made his way over to the bed, flopping down onto his stomach– shaking the bed in the process, which made the other two giggle– and propping himself up on his elbows to maintain eye contact.
“Remember what we did on Sapnap’s birthday earlier this year?” Dream asked, biting his lip through a smile and raising his eyebrows at them as he waited for them to think of what he meant. His legs swayed in the air behind him as a few seconds passed, his eyes flicking between the two of them, and he saw a wave of realization wash over both of their faces, nearly at the exact same moment. He watched as a smug smile formed on Sapnap’s face at the memory, and George scoffed, looking down at the Houston Rockets throw blanket beneath him and fiddling with the corner of it bashfully.
“Oh, I remember,” Sapnap said, and he and Dream both chuckled, though not for the same reason. “I’m sure George does too, don’t you?” Sapnap teased, reaching up to pinch George’s slightly pink-tinted cheek.
“Shut up,” He grumbled, smacking Sapnap’s hand away and looking over at Dream. “Why do you ask?”
“Well,” Dream started, his smile widening. “You know what day it is,” He finalized, smiling when George’s eyes widened immediately, looking over to Sapnap as he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking, then seemed to get it as well.
August 11th.
“Oh,” Sapnap said, brows raised again, blinking slowly at Dream, who was still staring at both of them.
“Oh,” Dream teased, mimicking Sapnap’s anxious tone, wildly entertained by the change of atmosphere in the room. “So, same rules? I’m thinking same rules,” Dream continued, not wasting any more time with his introduction. He moved to kneel in front of them, clearly ready to start as soon as possible.
“No– no, Dream just- just wait…” Sapnap protested, curling in on himself just slightly, holding his hand up to keep Dream away from him, even though he hadn’t made any further movements. He pulled his legs up to reinforce the barrier between both of them, but Dream only took it as an invitation to rest his hands on Sapnap’s knees, swaying his legs from side to side and making Sapnap chuckle at him.
“Wait for what?” He asked, his smirk growing as he shuffled forward on his knees. “If we’re doing this right, there’s no waiting.”
“I know, but–“ Sapnap began, but he was cut off by a yelp when Dream shoved him back with a hand on his chest, letting him fall flat against the bed and bounce a few times. “HEY–!” Before he could regain control, Dream had pushed one of his knees down flat and straddled his leg that was near the middle of the bed, closer to George, letting his other leg stay unbothered next to him. “DREAM!” Sapnap protested, smacking Dream’s hand off his chest and propping his free leg up again as he adjusted the hems of his hoodie and his shorts shyly. “You– you’re–“ He let out a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, and Dream could only smile at him, resting his hand back on Sapnap’s propped up knee. “You’re such an idiot.”
“I know.” He turned his attention to George, who had been watching the whole time, perfectly still, hoping he could go unnoticed for as long as possible. “Your turn, pretty boy,” He said with a smirk. George’s eyes widened as he looked up, then looked away after barely a second of eye contact with Dream, biting his lip anxiously as he held back a nervous smile. “C’mon, George, it’s okay,” Dream coaxed, keeping his voice soft, approaching George as if he was a scared animal. He reached his arm out, motioning for George to move closer, earning him a nervous glance and a soft sigh from the older man. “Come on. You know you want to,” He teased, his smirk turning to a wide, fond smile when George scoffed and rolled his eyes at the claim. He chuckled, motioning once more with his hand, and George finally began slowly inching closer to the correct position. He groaned exasperatedly as he did so, spending the whole time acting as if he was practically dying, before swinging his legs up onto the bed and crossing his arms over his chest.
“…This is dumb,” He said quietly, looking over at Dream through his eyelashes, pouting like a little kid in hopes that Dream would just let it go.
“And?” Dream said, pulling George’s legs closer so he could mirror the position he had with Sapnap, throwing his leg over one of George’s to straddle both of his friends. George scoffed again, running his fingers through his hair, clearly stalling, and Dream couldn’t help but smile as he shoved at George’s shoulder and made him fall back with a groan. “Look, it’s fair, right? Sapnap got his turn, you’ll get yours, so I should get my turn too. I like to play with my toys, it’s only fair I get to on my birthday,”
“Oh my god,” Sapnap groaned, throwing his head back and laughing at the ridiculous words, making Dream laugh as well. “You’re so stupid, Jesus Christ.”
“Okay, whatever, shut up,” Dream said through his laughter, taking a moment to contain himself. “Anyway, same rules as last time, you just have to let me do whatever I want and you’re not allowed to stop me– obviously there’s a safe word, we can just use ‘Minecraft’ again if that’s okay with you guys,” Dream explained casually, noticing how red both of their faces had become as he waited for two nods to confirm what he was saying. “Okay, good. But before we start, I actually had an idea I wanna test out,” Dream said, and suddenly two sets of wide, nervous eyes were on him.
“…An idea?” Sapnap finally said, breaking the short silence as he swayed his knee back and forth where it sat up next to Dream.
“Yeah,” Dream said with a smile. “I was thinking about how I wanted to go about this, y'know? Like what stuff I wanted to do, and I realized, both of you have very specific, like… techniques and spots that work best for you– and so do I, don’t get me wrong, but I was just thinking about how different stuff works best for different people, right?” Dream explained. “So… I want to know what’ll happen if I switch that stuff up and try whatever works for one of you on the other,” Dream said with a smile, giggling softly when he felt George shift underneath him at the thought. “Oh, someone likes that idea, huh?”
“Shut up!” George whined, throwing his arms over his face and practically sinking into the sheets in embarrassment. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“Well, you’re about to find out, aren’t you?” He replied, and George groaned again, before letting out a sudden squeal when he felt big, familiar hands rest on his waist– not moving, but definitely preparing to. He flung his arms down, instinctively going to grab at Dream’s wrists, before stopping himself as he remembered the rules he so unfortunately agreed to.
“Don’t,” He mumbled, squeezing his fingers into fists and tensing his shoulders, awaiting an attack.
“You know I’m going to,” Dream said through a check-splitting smile, his tone soft and gentle. He couldn’t hide how enamored he was if he tried.
Then, suddenly, there were fingers scratching lightly under George’s arms, making him yelp and clamp his arms down as much as he could.
“AH– nohohoho, WHAHAT?!” George squeaked out, shaking his fists and squirming, trying to throw Dream’s hands away to no avail. “WHYHYHY would yohou stahahart THERE?!” He complained, eyebrows furrowing as he was immediately lost in helpless giggles.
“Because I know it works,” Dream replied, voice dripping with confidence, and George rolled his eyes even through his laughter. Without thinking, he attempted to raise his arms enough to grab onto Dream’s wrists, but it only allowed Dream to have better access to the spot, so he clamped his arms down very soon after.
“Oh myhyhy gohohohod!” George whined, instinctively resting his hands on Dream’s forearms where they happened to be in his reach, throwing his head back as his cheeks turned more pink. Dream couldn’t help but coo at him, unable to shake his wide smile as he watched George’s reactions to the light tickles.
He let his hands trail downwards, fingers curling around George’s sides as they moved, as if his hands were molded to hold onto George’s waist and never let go. He slipped his hands under George’s t-shirt, scratching unbearably lightly at the dip of his waist, making George gasp before falling into high pitched laughter.
“Nahahaha! Dreheheam, cohome ohohon!” He whined through his giggles, attempting to clamp his mouth shut to keep himself contained. His attempt was successful for barely a few seconds, before he broke into squeaky laughter, growing louder and more raspy with each passing moment. George groaned, squirming more and more as his reactions progressed, switching between holding onto Dream’s arms and throwing his hands over his face. “Okahahahay!” George pleaded, voice cracking in the middle and falling on deaf ears as Dream only giggled at him, scratching with two fingers instead of one. “Oh-KAHAHAY!” He raised his voice a little, trying to catch his breath, growing light headed from the sensation. Dream did listen that time, still laughing along with him as he held George’s waist again, squeezing soothingly as he let George catch his breath. “Jesuhus…”
”Sorry,” Dream apologized, though they all knew he didn’t really mean it. “I know that spot really drives you crazy. I just really wanted to do that.”
“Whatever,” George said with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with either of the other two men.
Dream smiled at him, and then immediately jumped his hands over to latch onto Sapnap’s ribs, digging his fingers in harshly and vibrating them against his highest ribs with no warning whatsoever.
“OH, FUCK–“ Sapnap yelled out, clearly caught off guard and in shock from the sudden attack. He grabbed onto Dream’s wrists on instinct, before a sudden wave of hysterical laughter took over when his brain finally processed what was happening. “DREHEHEAM?!”
“What’s up?” Dream asked calmly, still smirking, while Sapnap squirmed wildly underneath his hands, kicking his free leg out against the bed in a useless attempt to expel some of the excess energy coursing through his veins.
“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!” Sapnap complained, bright red both from embarrassment and how hard he was laughing, taking in sharp breaths between his screams wherever he could. Dream simply continued on, eventually moving his cruel fingers under his arms instead, scratching and digging in, even when Sapnap clamped his arms down and arched his back, shaking his head wildly. “NOHOHO– DREHEHE–“ He tried a few more times to form words, attempting to throw insults and pleads at his assailant in hopes of reaching peace somehow, but nothing seemed to work. He let out a few whimpers and groans where he could, trying to convey his frustration without having to use words, and he knew that at least that was working, judging by Dream’s stupid, smug laughter he kept hearing in response. Eventually, just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, he heard Dream gasp softly, and the fingers torturing his underarms came to a merciful halt.
“Oh, wait! I wanna try something, hold on, hold on,” Dream said excitedly, and Sapnap closed his eyes and whined as he gratefully caught his breath, already exhausted from just the beginning of what he was sure would be a very long afternoon. “Relax, it’s okay, it might not even do anything, I just wanna see if this works on you like it does on George,” He explained, making George furrow his eyebrows and whip his head back around.
”What?!” George exclaimed, watching Dream guide one of Sapnap’s arms to rest outwards next to his head, and it hit him in seconds what Dream had planned. “Oh my god,” He groaned, throwing his hands over his blushing face.
”Oh, would you calm down, I’m not even doing it to you,” Dream teased, lacing his fingers with Sapnap’s to comfort him before trailing his fingers gently over his exposed tricep. He watched a smile form on Sapnap’s face, feeling his arm tense and jump a few times, but seeing no further reaction. “What does that feel like?”
”Ihit’s kinda nice actually,” Sapnap mumbled, making George scoff and curl in on himself even more, clearly flustered by the situation. “It doesn’t really feel lihike much thohough. It’s not that bahad…”
“Yeah, that’s kinda what I expected. Glad we know George is just extra ticklish here,” Dream teased again, earning a chuckle and a hum in agreement from Sapnap. Dream squeezed his hand gently, then pulled both his hands back and let Sapnap reposition himself how he wanted.
“Whatever, shut up, idiots,” George muttered, combing his fingers through his hair nervously. Just then, Dream switched back to him, gently slipping his hand under George’s shirt and swirling his fingertips in flowing circles over George’s ribs and tummy. “Oh myhy goooohohohoood…” George whined, curling his arms over his face now, fully hiding himself away in embarrassment. Dream let his fingers focus on George’s stomach, scratching over the sides, the lower portion, and swirling in circles around his belly button, making him squeal and tense up, before falling into more helpless giggles when Dream caught the edges in passing.
“You’re so cute,” Dream said quietly, unable to keep the thought inside his head any longer, and he felt Geogre’s tummy flutter under his finger as soon as he said it, as if the butterflies inside were trying to find their way out. “Oh, you liked that, huh, Georgie?”
”Shuhuhut uhuhup!” He complained, voice muffled behind his arms that flinched with the urge to come down, but he managed to control himself in favor of hiding his flushed face instead. Dream pulled his hands from under George’s shirt, keeping up the movements over the thin fabric for a few moments before trailing upwards. He gently guided George’s arms away from his face, ignoring his groans and whimpers as he did so, and then he traced his fingers lightly over George’s half-covered collarbones. George let out a squeal at the new feeling, one embarrassing enough to make him bite his bottom lip to quiet himself, but Dream moved on quickly. Instead, he trailed his nails over the sides of George’s neck, then traced along the underside of his jaw with his pointer fingers.
“This is a really good Sapnap spot, he loves it so much but it kills him,” Dream stated, earning a scoff from Sapnap and a hum from George, who’s entire body had relaxed with the new feeling, making Dream smile again as he continued. “This flusters you just as much as George’s triceps, right, Sap?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap, who squirmed under the attention and bit his lip as he fought between watching Dream’s fingers and looking away completely.
”I… choose not to comment on that,” He responded, pouting slightly as Dream kept looking at him, long enough to make him need to fully hide his face to get away from his knowing look. “Shut up! Stop– stop staring, you freak, get away from me,” He complained, and Dream giggled at his reaction before turning his attention back to George.
”He just kinda melts into it like a cat though, he loves it,” Dream punctuated his words by running his own fingers through George’s hair instead, pulling his hands back and letting George come back into his own reality. He chuckled as he watched George blink his eyes open, clearly not even realizing they’d been closed in the first place. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his knuckles, draping one arm back over his face and breathing slowly.
“He’s kitten for a reason,” Sapnap teased, reaching over to pat George’s free hand and laughing when George yanked it away to flip him off in return.
Sapnap’s victory was short lived, however, as Dream jumped back over to latch onto his hip bones, wrapping his hands around them and squeezing at the spot just above the bones like his life depended on it.
”WHAHAHA–“ Sapnap yelped, squirming as much as he could with Dream still sitting on top of his leg, caught off guard once again. “YOHOU CAHAHAN’T KEEP DOIHIHIHING THAHAHAHAT!”
“I think I can do whatever I want, actually,” Dream teased, and Sapnap shook his head as his laughter grew louder and more frantic the longer Dream continued. “Per the rules of the game that you made up, my baby boy.”
”Shuhuhut UHUHUHUP!” Sapnap whined, letting out another yell when Dream’s hands ventured down to the spot between his hips and thighs– a spot he knew both him and George were extremely familiar with. “NAHAHA– GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Sapnap yelled, reaching down to grab at Dream’s hands, but he was brushed off faster than he could comprehend what was going on, let alone think clearly enough to try again. Instead, he bucked his hips as much as possible, grabbing at the soft blanket underneath them and twisting the fabric in his hands to ground himself.
“Oh, George hates this spot, like, so bad, he always acts like he’s gonna murder me when I get him here,” Dream explained, knowing Sapnap wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, but that it would still fluster George. George glanced over, seeing the spot Dream was focused on, a flustered smile forming on his face as he did so.
”I always want to,” He replied, and Dream chuckled, knowing he was being completely serious. “It’s fucking horrible.”
“YEHEHEHAH, I GEHEHEHET THAHAT NOHOHOW!” Sapnap replied, struggling to get any coherent thoughts through his brain, but still finding the energy to be snarky towards George. He sucked in a sharp inhale that sounded almost painful, and Dream took that as a sign to give him a break soon.
Not just yet, though.
“JESUS, FUHUHUCK, STOHOHOP!” Sapnap begged through his raspy, strained laughter, struggling under Dream’s body and hands, squirming desperately. “PLEHEHEHEASE–“ Sapnap’s broken pleading continued, and Dream decided to actually have some mercy on him, stopping the torture to press his palms into the area comfortingly, rubbing away the ghost tickles before they could form. Sapnap’s body immediately went limp, his breathing heavy as he got air back into his lungs, residual giggles making him shake as he pulled the pillow out from behind his head to hide his face in it.
“Awww,” Dream cooed, and George giggled at his reaction. “Is someone embarrassed?”
“Fuck off!” Sapnap scolded, voice muffled by the pillow, and the other two laughed at him again.
Dream gave him a few seconds to calm down, before he suddenly yanked his t-shirt up, then leaned down to blow a single raspberry right on his tummy. Sapnap squealed, his hands flying down to tangle his fingers in Dream’s loose curls, throwing the pillow away from his face in the process.
“NAHAHA–!” Sapnap shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tight enough for tears to start forming in the corners from his laughter. Dream only smiled, blowing another raspberry, this time shaking his head slightly to make sure his beard scratched against Sapnap’s tummy to add to the feeling. “DREHEHEHAM,” He whined, the strength in his body nearly nonexistent by that point, as he squirmed his hips against the bed to try to shake off the sensation . Dream sat back up, tugging Sapnap’s shirt back down and resting his hand over his tummy to rub away the ghost tickles for him once again.
“You alright?” Dream asked sarcastically, earning a chuckle from George and an eye roll from Sapnap.
“Shut the fuck up,” Sapnap groaned, reaching back to adjust the pillow to be behind his head again.
Dream gave him a moment to get comfortable, before he continued onto the final stretch of his plan. He hummed, furrowing his brows as he considered his options, before deciding to switch back to George.
He reached over to George’s free leg, gently pulling it closer, resting it on top of his own leg and putting one hand on George’s shin to keep him in place.
“Stay here,” He said quietly, rubbing his thumb back and forth on George’s leg, and George let out a nervous sigh, a slight pout on his lips at the request. “Okay?” He added, and George nodded, looking off to the side, fidgeting with his fingers. Dream trailed his hand up, using his nails to scratch at George’s inner thigh, and the reaction he got was nearly instantaneous.
“Ohohoh, nohohoho!” He whined, feeling his stomach flutter and jump from the feeling, his leg shaking with his efforts to keep still. He threw his hands over his face again, throwing his head back against the bed and arching his back helplessly, his entire body tensing and jumping as Dream continued with the unbearable touches. “Fuhuhuck– Dreheham, I cahahahan’t–!”
“Shhh…” Dream soothed, moving his scratches up and down George’s thigh, relishing in the different squeals and jolts each area resulted in. He always knew George’s thighs were that sensitive, it had always been one of his favorite places to tickle– one of George’s as well, but he was enraptured by how the different technique and build up was getting to him.
“Noho– ah! Ahahaha, nahahaha!” George whimpered incoherently, straining under Dream’s weight that kept him stuck in place. His laughter was light and airy, carefree and breathy, which Dream knew meant it was just as shocking to him as it was to the other two how well the tickling was working. “Thihihis is soho STUHUPIHIHID!” He complained, raising his voice to try to gain some semblance of control back, but his attempt fell short when he only came across more whiny than ever before. “Stohohop!” He groaned when he heard the other two laugh at him, shaking his head and throwing one hand against the mattress below him, gripping the sheets, his other arm still hiding his face.
Dream slowed his hand down a little, keeping his touch light and slow, just to keep George giggling and squirming, but he turned his attention over to Sapnap. He reached over with his other hand to pull Sapnap’s leg closer too, mirroring the position he had George’s in, and Sapnap was already squirming and whining before he even finished adjusting him.
“I didn’t even do anything yet, Sap,” Dream said with a smile, before sliding his hand up and latching onto Sapnap’s thigh, squeezing up and down it, even pushing his shorts up slightly to have closer contact. Sapnap broke into loud laughter quickly after, struggling to find something to do with his hands as he squirmed, eventually deciding on grabbing the blankets and holding on for dear life.
“Thihihis SUHUHUCKS!” Sapnap complained, his breathing still heavy, exhausted from the constant onslaught of rough tickles he was being subjected to. He wasn’t as used to it as George was, and Dream knew he could only take so much at once– in his opinion, he was actually going pretty easy on him.
He’s not sure Sapnap would agree, but that's his opinion.
“You’re alright,” Dream said sarcastically, earning a head shake from Sapnap. He took his hand off George’s leg to be able to grab Sapnap’s, lifting his leg up in the air to be able to reach the back of his leg.
“NO!” Sapnap yelped, trying to yank his leg out of Dream’s hold, but the way Dream had him pinned was nearly impossible to squirm out of. Dream’s hand latched onto the back of his thigh, squeezing and scratching with no direction, and a new wave of hysterical laughter made its way out. “NOHOHOHO, STOHOHOP!”
“You know what to do if you want me to stop,” Dream said, and Sapnap immediately hid his face in his hands at the comment, knowing that Dream was not only right, but that it was only made more apparent when he still didn’t.
“SHUHUT UHUP!” He whined, his toes curling as he kicked out and tried to catch his breath. “PLEHEHEASE–!”
“Alright, alright, fine. You’re okay, just relax,” Dream soothed with a wide smile, stopping his hands and patting his thigh before dropping his leg back down onto the bed. He watched Sapnap gasp for air, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the small tears that had gathered in the corners of them, still keeping his blushing face hidden. He grabbed the pillow again, hugging it to his chest and whimpering when Dream giggled at him. “You’re such a baby.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Not even close,” Dream teased, letting Sapnap groan and complain as much as he wanted as he recovered from his torture. Dream shot his hands back over to George, squeezing the spot just above his knee and making him squeal, kicking out and reaching down to grab at Dream’s hand to try and pry his fingers away.
“AH– WHYHYHY?!” George yelled, genuinely caught off guard, and Dream stopped after a moment of squeezing to laugh as well.
“I dunno, I thought it’d be funny,” Dream said, lifting George’s leg up the same way he had done to Sapnap, though George’s reaction was a lot more intense than the other.
“NO!” He pleaded, sitting up as much as he could and kicking his leg away. “DREAM, don’t, please, DON’T!” Dream shoved at his chest, pushing him back down, but he propped himself up in his elbows and curled his leg up. “YOU CAN’T–!”
“Would you chill! I wasn’t even gonna get your thigh anymore!”
“I don’t believe you!” George yelled, practically shaking with nerves, expecting the worst to come in a matter of seconds.
“Well, duh, because now I have to!”
“WH–!” George yelped, and suddenly there was a big hand on the back of his thigh, and he was screaming before he even felt anything. “NOHOHO, PLEASE!”
“George!” Dream yelled, bursting into fond laughter, watching as George’s frantic breathing slowed down as he took in the situation. “All I did was put my hand here!”
“I– well– shut up! I had a reason to be scared!” He defended, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking in embarrassment, face flushed bright red for a whole new reason.
“All I wanted to do was test out your ankles to see if they’re as bad as Sapnap’s,” Dream explained, moving George’s leg again, this time grabbing his ankle to pull it closer and resting George’s foot on his thigh instead.
“Oh, fuck you,” Sapnap grumbled at the comment, but he couldn’t help but look over to watch the scene, just as Dream knew he would. Dream pushed the leg of George’s sweatpants up a few inches, exposing the top of his crew sock so he had a full area to work with. George squirmed under him, still nervous but not as much as other spots.
He traced circles around the bones of his ankles, watching his toes curl and uncurl at the feeling, but nothing more seemed to happen just yet. He continued, adding his other hand so he could get both sides, occasionally spidering his nails in and out over the bone between swirls. George’s giggles had never stopped, and he was squirming just as much as always, but it didn’t seem particularly torturous for him. This was clearly an issue for Sapnap, who scoffed and decided to properly voice his frustration and confusion.
“You’re kidding, right?” He whispered, refusing to look either of them in the eye for fear that he might explode out of embarrassment. “That doesn’t… like, you’re not… how?!”
“It just doesn’t tickle him that bad, silly,” Dream teased, reaching over to poke Sapnap’s tummy just to make him squirm.
“Fuck off!” He said as he smacked Dream’s hand away.
“What, do you want me to do it to you instead?” Dream grabbed Sapnap’s ankle tight, yanking it towards him and preparing to dig into both the sole of his socked foot and scratch at his ankle at the same time, making Sapnap scream in protest and twist his entire body to get away.
“NO, don’t you FUCKING dare, Dream, I will KILL you, I will actually safeword so fucking fast it’s not even funny, let go of me,” Sapnap swore, making Dream laugh at his struggle as he dropped his foot.
“My god, someone’s strung out,” Dream teased, earning an incredulous look from Sapnap that he couldn’t help but keep laughing at.
“Who’s fault is that!” He replied, and Dream nodded, happily taking responsibility.
“Alright. I think I’m happy with what I did,” He said, shuffling back so the other two could readjust themselves, and both of them pushed themselves to sit up, Sapnap pulling his knees up to his chest to curl around his pillow and George sitting cross legged and shaking out his shoulders. Dream settled back down as well, watching both of them as they remained red-faced and bashful, both seemingly still nervous and shy about the situation to move in just yet. Dream chuckled, leaning forward and pulling them both into a group hug, letting them both hide their faces as he squeezed their shoulders and rubbed their backs. “Thank you both for letting me do that. I didn’t realize how fun it would be, you were kinda onto something with this one, Sap.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Sapnap mumbled, chuckling at the sentiment. Dream pulled back, looking between both of them, before ruffling George’s hair and pinching Sapnap’s cheek, making them both swat his hands away as he did so.
“I think it’s movie time now,” Dream said, shoving his way in between the two of them on the bed and tugging them down with him.
George happily let Dream wrap an arm around his waist, hand gravitating to the dip in his waist naturally as it always did, holding him close and pulling the blanket over their legs to keep them warm. Sapnap reached over to the night stand to grab his TV remote, navigating to the home screen as he cuddled up against the other two as well. They bickered for a while over what to watch, who got to pick, so on and so forth, before eventually deciding on one they could all enjoy and chill out to.
Overall, Dream’s birthday choice went pretty well, and he was content with everything that he’d gotten to do, grateful that Sapnap had come up with the idea all those months ago, even if it meant he’d gone through the same thing back then.
Until he remembered George’s birthday was only a few months away.
