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bad268 · 18 days ago

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omg I love ur stories so much, can I request a jealous Kimi Antonelli x reader where the reader is slightly older than Kimi and is racing in f2 or f1, reader wins a race and decides to celebrate at a bar or somewhere, then maybe Ollie or some other driver comes to talk to her and flirt, Kimi sees that and gets kinda jealous and when they get home, Kimi throws a little tantrum and reader gets kind of annoyed and calls him childish, and then at the end reader apologizes

In The Wrong (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Williams F1! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I flew through this! I love the angst)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 2589

Summary: Kimi is a little envious of the reader's success.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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You met Kimi back in school before either of you decided to get into karting. You had a shared interest in cars in general, and when you went karting for your 8th birthday, you invited your only friend who was into cars. Then, you started karting professionally. Kimi eventually followed, and you two were in the same categories for the most part since you were around the same age. By the time you hit 13, you and Kimi were split. You had to race with the teens while he still raced in juniors. That never stopped you two from hanging out and eventually making it official when you were 16 and him 15.

Then, you started getting into championships. Kimi was still in karting, but you both supported each other. You two were flying through the ranks quickly, and it was only a matter of time before you were in the same series again.

Originally, you planned to stay in F2 for an extra year. It was your rookie year, and you finished in third. Not bad, but you wanted to continue building your craft. However, as a Williams Academy driver, you are at the mercy of the team, so when Carlos Sainz got a last-minute offer to join Mercedes for 2025, you were forced to move up sooner than you wanted. You were given an ultimatum: either join F1 sooner than you wanted or be out of the academy. You knew you wouldn’t have enough funding to stay in F2 without their financial support, so you reluctantly agreed.

When you told Kimi, you expected him to be a little excited for you. You were always excited for him when something big happened, like when he got moved into FRECA. You were already in F3 at that point, but that didn’t make his achievement anything less than impressive. Or when he skipped F3 and joined you in F2 the same year. You were over the moon for him and expected the same from him.

Boy, were you wrong.

He was a little standoffish at first because he turned down the offer from Mercedes. If he hadn’t turned down their contract, he would have been in F1, and you would still be in F2. Selfishly, he was jealous and a little upset with himself. He was hoping they would promote Fred or Mick to the Mercedes seat and Carlos would stay in Williams.

It wasn’t until the first race of the season that he finally got over himself. The announcement of your promotion happened over winter break, and you told Kimi a week before it was announced. Still, he needed time to come to terms with it.

You wished him luck before the start of the feature race since he was starting on the front row, and he basically spilled all of his feelings. You understood but were kind of disappointed. The one time something good, in retrospect, happens to you, he gets jealous. You told him you would talk after the races to sort everything out.

Unfortunately, Kimi was tagged into the first turn, and he was unable to continue the race. He got cleared by medical just as you all had to line up on the grid. You were starting just outside the top 10 in 11th. Both Red Bulls, Ferraris, and McLarens were in front of you, along with the Aston Martin of Fernando Alonso, The Mercedes of George Russell, the VCarb of Yuki Tsunoda, and the Haas of Ollie Bearman. You couldn’t be upset with how you placed in your first qualifying session.

The race was like a replay of Australia 2023 but more dramatic.

During the first lap, Checo hit Lewis and collected George and Fernando. All of them had to retire, and in the chaos, you jumped in front of Ollie and Yuki. You went from 11th to fifth in one lap.

Around lap 25, Charles’ engine overheated and had to retire. You were then up to 4th. The only people in front of you were Max, Oscar, and Lando.

The race dragged on a little for you as you kept your nose clean, but after the second round of pitstops, you jumped Lando, putting you in a net P3. Max then had a slow stop, which put him behind Lando. Max got a little antsy behind the McLaren and ended up rear-ending him, spinning them both out.

Then, it became a drag race between you and Oscar after the safety car. There were only two laps left, and on the last racing lap, Oscar made a mistake into turn 9, compromising his exit and positioning into turn 10. You easily passed him and defended against him all the way to the checkered flag.

Your first race was also your first win.

You stood on the top step with a huge smile, Oscar and Ollie beside you, as you looked out at the crowd.

Unbeknownst to you, Kimi was seething below. He, again, was selfish. Kimi was supposed to have this chance, but you got the opportunity first because he denied the contract. He felt bitter that even though he had all this hype to live up to, you were making your name before anyone had a chance to speculate. It caused a fire of jealousy to burn within Kimi.

You went through all of the post-race media with Ollie because he was the closest to your age, and he was one of your closest friends in general. You two had gone through the series together after being teammates in F4, so you two were pretty close.

Kimi watched from the side as he got more and more upset seeing you flirt and be all touchy with his friend and ex-teammate. On your end, it was just you and Ollie teasing each other as you always did, and you purposely bumped into him with your hip as you walked through the media pen. It was what you always did whenever you and Ollie did when you shared podiums, having started the tradition back in F4. You thought Kimi knew of this. Evidently, he did not.

When you finally wrapped up, you walked toward the car park with Ollie, Jack, and Oscar, where you planned to meet up with Kimi, Jak, and Paul. The original plan was to go out to dinner, but in the high of the podium celebration, you, Ollie, and Oscar convinced Jack to switch sides and go bar hopping instead. This way, it would be four against three.

You walked straight up to Kimi, who was looking at his phone and leaning against the rental car, while Jak and Paul walked over to Ollie and Jack. You quickly wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Hey, amore,” you said with a smile, “We were thinking of going bar hopping to celebrate instead of going out to dinner. What do you think?”

“Sounds like something you and Ollie planned again,” Kimi sneered as he put his phone in his pocket and peeled your arms from him. “I’m tired of you and Ollie planning everything, and I’m just expected to follow. I feel like a third wheel in my own relationship! And you probably don’t even care, but I crashed out of the race!”

“First off, Ollie and I don’t plan everything. We thought it would be a fun way to celebrate our first podium and first win in F1. Second, You have never been a third wheel! I always take your feelings into consideration. Hence, I asked what you thought of the plan. Lastly, I did know! If you had listened to my radio at all, you would have heard that I asked about you every ten laps or so.”

“Yeah, your first podium in F1,” He scoffed as he turned to get in the car. You immediately grabbed his wrist before he could climb in.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned, trying your best to stay level-headed.

“Nothing, just the fact that you wouldn’t be there if I had accepted the contract with Mercedes,” He snapped back, ripping his arm from your hold. You stood in shock for a second with your jaw dropped. Then, he laughed slowly. “You don’t get it, do you? That Williams seat would have never been open if I hadn’t turned down Mercedes. Instead, I would have been in Mercedes, Carlos would be in your seat, and you would probably still be in a midfield F2 team.”

“Get over yourself! You are such a child, Andrea!” You shouted at him, unable to stop yourself. “You have some nerve telling me that I wouldn’t be where I am if you had accepted a contract. Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m in F1, and guess what! You’re not! I got my first win in Formula 1, and this is how you want to be? I cannot believe you!”

“You will never understand where I’m coming from,” Kimi tried to interject.

“No, you will never understand what it’s like to have the whole world, including your own boyfriend, against you simply because you have a seat in the top 20 drivers in the world,” You seethed as you pushed your body against his, blocking him against the car. “I don’t need your criticism on top of everything else. You may have faced the media last year, but now you’re not the hot topic. There are four rookies in F1 now, and sorry to break it to you, but you’re not one of them.”

“I get it,” He whispered, looking anywhere but at you, “You can stop now.”

“No!” You scoffed, moving to stand within his eye line, “I have celebrated every achievement you reached, but the one time I get something first, you decide to throw a pity party. You have had so much success during our relationship, and I have stood by every time, cheering you on. Maybe I’m stupid to think I could ever get the same treatment back. Maybe I’m stupid to even date a driver in a feeder series.”

With that, you shook your head and turned to walk over to Ollie, Jack, Paul, Jak, Oscar, and Lando (who spawned at some point). They were all staring at you two in shock. They had never seen you two argue or this pissed at each other. Just as you made it to the rest of the group, you looked back at Kimi, who was now sitting in the car.

“I’m going out drinking, and I’ll probably crash in someone’s room for the night,” You said briefly to Kimi before finishing the walk over to the other drivers. “If I see him again tonight, I’m going to say something I will regret.”

“I think you’ve already passed that point, mate,” Ollie replied in shock as he led you, Paul, and Jak to his rental.

The ride was painfully quiet, but Ollie drove to a nearby liquor store instead of going to the bar. You all picked up a drink of choice before heading back to the hotel for a movie. No one was in the mood to go bar hopping after witnessing what they could only assume was the fallout of your and Kimi’s relationship.

You ended up sharing a bottle of wine among the group of you, and by sharing the bottle, it was actually more like you had one glass while the rest of them finished it off. You knew you just needed to take the edge off, but you did not want to get shitfaced. You still needed to face Kimi at some point. If not that night, you would be sitting next to him on the flight to Italy.

You ended up heading back to your shared hotel room the following day after hiding out in Ollie’s room for the night. You needed time to cool off and think about what you wanted to say.

You quietly entered the hotel room, and Kimi was already awake and sitting on the edge of the bed. You closed the door softly, but the noise still had Kimi’s head snapping up to meet your eyes. His were red and bloodshot, and it immediately broke your heart. You walked up, kneeled in front of him, and grabbed his hands tightly. You opened your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

“Are you leaving now?” He whispered, closing his eyes and dropping his head. You could briefly see the few tears that fell down his cheeks, and you knew you needed to fix this.

“No, no, Kimi. I’m not leaving,” You replied back in a soft tone as you moved one hand up to cup his cheek and lift his head up. It was just enough to look at him. It was clear that he had been awake and crying for a while if not most of the night. “I am so sorry, Kimi. I never meant anything yesterday-”

“No,” He cut you off, “You were right. I am being childish. I am jealous that you are in Formula 1, and I’m not. I regret turning down the seat, and now there’s nothing left for me to do.”

“Why is all of this coming out now? What brought this on now?” You asked quietly as you slowly ran the hand that was previously holding his through his hair.

“You won your first race yesterday!” He exclaimed as he stood up and passed around the room. “You won in Formula 1, and my first reaction wasn’t ‘Wow! I’m so proud of you!’ It was, ‘Wow, I regret everything that led up to this point,’ and that makes me the worst boyfriend ever. That was supposed to be one of the best achievements in your career, and I was so focused on my jealousy that I ruined it for you.”

“No, Kimi, I said some equally hurtful things about you,” You slowly approached him. You stopped directly in front of him and looked into his eyes, gently reaching a hand out to hold his. “I got heated last night, and I should have never called you a child. I also never should have implied that I shouldn’t be with you. I love you, Kimi, and I could never imagine my life without you. I hope you can forgive me.”

“What you said was right, though, and I see that now,” Kimi replied as he pulled you closer to him and wrapped an arm around your waist. He pulled your intertwined hands up and kissed the back of your hand before whispering, “I was acting like a child, and I was in the wrong. I just needed you to snap me out of it.”

“Can we both admit we were in the wrong and move on?” You chuckled lightly as you leaned into his body more.

“We were both wrong,” Kimi agreed immediately before he leaned in and kissed your lips. It was brief, but it said all you needed to say. When Kimi pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing you in before pulling back quickly and running around the room, packing up the leftover clothes you had around the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You laughed as you tried to get him to stop.

“We need to get out of here!” Kimi replied as if it were obvious. “We still have a first win to celebrate, and you’re crazy if you think we aren’t starting the celebrations immediately.”

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awkwardtickleetoo · 3 months ago

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hey….. it’s been a while…

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

“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.

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