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rebelwithoutabroom · 3 months
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o!dream my beloved 💚💙 this is nsfw so mind the tags and the rating o77
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bagelrites · 7 months
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Come to Bed
DNF, Rated E, 3k Words - DNF Week Day 3: "Sharing a Bed"
They exchanged few words as they made their way under the covers, the movement a practiced ritual now, even if the time of day and frequency of the routine varied often. With the lights off, Dream only knew where George was from sound and instinct, and from the feeling of his warmth so close.
“C’mere,” he said in a gruff whisper, hands finding George’s hips and pulling him into his arms. George giggled, the sound short and breathy, and when his face tucked against Dream’s neck, Dream could feel the smile making his cheeks tight.
“Bro just wants to cuddle, huh?” George said. Dream closed his heavy eyes and nodded.
“Yes, George. I know, it’s so cringe that I like you."
(Dream decides it's time to go to bed. George interprets his request a little differently.)
Read on AO3!
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golden-tangerine · 3 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound & Larri Merritt Characters: GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Larri Merritt, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Vampire GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Werewolf Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Jealous GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Possessive GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Oblivious Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Simp Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Simp GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream is a Simp for GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Established Relationship, Established Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Blood Drinking, Mild Blood, Domestic Fluff, Not Beta Read, Cute Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Short One Shot Summary:
“What do you mean ‘what’?!” Larray almost snapped, leaning over the table to get closer to his friend, said friend just pulled the fries closer to make sure Larray wouldn’t steal anything. “That woman is trying to steal your man, George!”
“Well, she won’t be successful,” George simply said, pushing another fry into his mouth as he shrugged. Larray’s mouth fell open, flabbergasted at the confidence of his friend. He narrowed his eyes and sat back down on his butt, eyeing the vampire. “I trust Dream.”
Or
Vampire George just wanted to enjoy his lunch break, but after someone flirted with his boyfriend he had a change of plans
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livingproofoftbd · 8 months
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deal-breaker
rated m | incomplete chaptered work
tags: falling in love, patches is human, getting together, alternate universe, dream has a kid, dream has a sexuality crisis, kidfic, parenting, girldads, eventual smut
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One day a scruffy sort of boy comes in with an older woman who has his large eyes and rumpled hair. He stops to look at each cage, clicking his tongue and talking to all of the cats.
She likes his voice and his clean smell when he leans down to look at her. The older woman smells like him. Smells kind.
She says mrreow, tentative, and the woman coos.
The boy sticks his fingers through the metal bars and waits, letting her sniff without moving. "Hi. Hi there, baby," he whispers. "They said you've been here for a while all on your own. I don't know why, you're so cute." She rubs her chin on his fingers and he grins, scratching at the perfect spot.
"Oh, Clay," his mother says knowingly.
"You have so many different colors, you're like a patchwork."
Patches. Her name is Patches.
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aka Patches' pov of her life with Dream.
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scoops404 · 1 year
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Vis-à-Vis
Rated T
Summary: While they’re staying in Los Angeles, Dream’s Uber gets into an accident. Secrets are revealed, a road trip gets underway, and George finds out that maybe he likes taking care of people sometimes. Well, if that person is Dream, at least.
Aka "the Microfic" (21.5K words)
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caitlin-cries · 1 year
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16 Signs You Found Your Soulmate
T, 21k, one shot, DNF
Tags: soulmates, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff, idiots in love, domestic fluff
16 Signs that Dream and George are soulmates. 
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47648104
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sageafk · 5 months
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Dominos (Your Love)
T | 2.4k dnf, second person pov, pining & being in love https://archiveofourown.org/works/52959802
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dnffics · 4 months
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always (on my way)
by demonstars
Rated T, 3.8k words
Tags: Soulmates/Red String of Fate, Pining, Pre-Meetup
Summary:
There’s only two things George knows about his soulmate: that they’re from the other end of the Atlantic, and that they won’t know they have a soulmate, themselves. That George will have to tell them.
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dnfrecs · 1 year
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IRL DNF FIC RECS (GEORGE IN FLORIDA PT. 2)
light in a dark place [ two storms, 1/1, 3k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44415886
The sales associate asks Dream if they’re certain about the size, because they have the same one available in a king size which may be more comfortable for two people, and George is certain his face reddens at the realization that oh, obviously she can tell we’re a couple. It’s far from the first time that someone out in public has made the same assumption about the two of them—but it’s the first time the assumption has been made correctly.
at your fingertips [ riversofgold, 1/1, 3k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43959198
“Are you cold?” Dream asks, ready to wrap the blanket around him.
“No,” he answers. “Touch me anyway.”
Dream laughs from the bottom of his stomach. “I will,” he looks at him, and thinks that he falls in love more, if it’s even possible. He pulls him closer and wraps his arms around his back. “Sweetheart.”
George shoots a look at him. “Sweetheart?”
“You are,” Dream strokes his bare knee, makes his lip curl towards his cheekbones. His heart tightens his chest. “My sweetheart.”
or Dream, George, and a boundless love that grows within them.
down my arms, a thousand satellites [ crabnap, 1/1, 8k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40468806
“How do you feel?” George asked, low and soft.
“A little better,” Dream said. “Can you call me baby again?”
He really didn’t know where that had come from, the warmth and closeness pulling his thoughts straight off his tongue, but George’s mouth parted sweetly and his cheeks were bright pink and Dream didn’t regret a thing.
“Why?” George breathed, smiling a little, like he was trying not to but couldn’t quite manage it.
Dream was tingly all over. “Because I like it.”
or Dream gets sick and George, to his amazement, is actually very soft and caring about it. Surely nothing life-changing will come of this.
; sick fic aaaaa!! <3
down here it is always me and you [ littlemisssunmin, 5/5, 36k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35048242
They couldn’t possible talk about this, not even when Dream moved his hand closer, his fingers brushing his thigh just above his knee. Sapnap was still streaming, his voice blatantly clear in the background of their little moment shared on said best friend's bed.
It was all new.
And his heart was a beating drum in his chest.
George was used to dissect the voice on his phone for years. The inclination of his tone and intent of words.
This was the complete opposite.
They had to relearn how to communicate.
or George has finally arrived in Florida in the middle of November. He hadn't been prepared for a shift in his relationship with Dream that felt almost as easy as breathing.
; i recommended this before but it’s complete now!!
Whenever We Fall [ littlemisssunmin, 1/1, 5k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44048232
There is a man in the kitchen. A man that he knows. A man that he doesn’t really. One who hums along to a new song that started to play, frying eggs in a pan they had only bought last week.
or George has somehow a harder time matching a face to a voice that he knows by heart and loves, or, A disconnect is adressed on a quiet moring.
; so so very sweet i died + can u tell i love this author lol
I blinked and suddenly [ sweetuhcreature, 1/1, 7k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41710104
George gives him a wide-eyed look, feigning surprise. “You think I’m pretty?”
“You are pretty.”
It’s nothing he hasn’t said before, but George falters. Dream feels it in his slackened thighs and the limp hand around his neck.
“You— You’re pretty, too,” he admits, voice sinking. “Is that— Can I say that?"
or Everything is better in person (bits and pieces of George's first six months in Florida, as experienced by Dream).
corduroy and a brown cotton flannel [ gatzbright, 1/1, 2k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42297015
“God,” Dream murmurs, “come here.” And then he’s pulling George close, right into the warmth of his sweater-clad chest, and George goes willingly. “Too far,” Dream says, burying the words into George’s stomach. “Being at the other end of the table was too far—”
“I know,” George says, grasping onto the back of Dream’s sweatshirt and pushing his cheek against Dream’s hair. “I’ll stay next to you tomorrow, ‘kay?” And Dream nuzzles at George’s shirt.
“Please—”
“Not gonna go far,” George whispers. “I promise.”
[Or, Dream’s overwhelmed at TwitchCon and worrying after his first panel, and George holds him close.]
Lisbon [ nervouswaltz, 1/1, 3k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42298842
“Yeah, you love me too.”
George’s brow furrows. “Thought we had established that.”
The casual way he says it, living and breathing right next to Dream, is enough to pull at something nestled deep in his stomach and send him back towards tears. As parts of his brain come back online, the rest of the day rushes back. The crowds of people, their relentless happiness, the actual living, breathing impact he’s had. The numbers and analytics pale in comparison to the visual.
Abruptly, Dream lets out a sob.
or, Dream gets overwhelmed with the everything that is Twitchcon. George is there for him, through all of it.
i will always be yours [ 21questions, 1/1, 2k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43804080
I love you. The three words that they don’t say too often, not even in a platonic way—it often takes a few minutes of teasing to get George to admit that he loves Dream too, but sometimes, he still says it.
I love you. I have for a while, I think. You’re just so smart, and you’re cool, and funny, and you’ve always been around. I love you a lot. I feel like everyone can tell except for you.
or Dream and George's relationship is already ambiguous enough, but after their first Christmas together, the feelings start to get a lot realer.
Lavandula [ Raincarnation, 1/1, 6k+ ]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43265064
George peered down at Dream. His green eyes stared back fondly, light dancing within his irises. His focus fell to his lips, and the fondness dissipated. Dream reached for his face.
"What are you doing?" George flinched back.
"Hold still.” Hesitant, but listening, George forced himself to stay put. Dream’s thumb felt around the flesh of his bottom lip, wiping the corner of his mouth. Frozen, and very possibly going insane, George held his breath.
"What is it?"
"You had something on your mouth," Dream uttered, finished. "Can't have anything on your pretty little face."
or George is given perfume for his birthday which tempts a very touch starved Dream.
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bagelrites · 10 months
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Moon
DNF fluff - the baby video
Dream didn’t notice George had slipped into the office until there was a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, then saw the familiar reflection on his monitors, and took his headphones off, shaking his hair out as he spun around to face him.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.” George put his hands on his hips. “What’s this about you crying to baby videos of yourself?”
Dream laughed. Of course George saw the tweets immediately—he had all his notifications on.
“Oh, nah, it’s just, you know, for the music video.” Dream shrugged. “I didn’t really cry just, like… got misty eyed.”
“Mn.” George shifted his weight, and in the simple softening of his eyes, Dream knew he was relieved to hear it. George hated when he cried and couldn’t fix it.
“Show me,” he said then, and it took Dream by surprise.
“Show you, like, what I have so far?” Dream asked.
“No, the video.” George shook his head. “The one that made you cry.”
“Well, okay, again, I didn’t actually cry—but, like, whatever. Sure.” 
Dream turned back to his computer, pulled his chair close to the desk, and navigated out of his editing set up to find just the video itself, the raw file from his desktop. He didn’t open it full-screen, because the quality was too grainy for that to look good, and just felt it in a window, floating there in the middle of the screen. 
George leaned over his shoulder, made an impatient hand-gesture, and Dream hit play.
Dream, just three years old, standing in the driveway of his childhood home. Chalk on the concrete, grass green and freshly mowed behind him. His hair, blonder, short but still a little curly, and his hand on his cheek, the fingers clumsy, arm chubby.
His eyes up towards the sky, his tiny voice projected loud.
Moon, wake up!
And then he’s facing the camera, his round head and pouty lips, eyes big and sad, nose so small, like a kitten’s, barely protruding from his face. The camera pans up past houses and tree branches all in shadow, frames the crescent moon in the lavender sky, a white dot with the date superimposed under it.
NOV 10 2002
It’s a short video. Just eleven seconds long, but George seems immersed in it, makes another motion with his hand, signaling for Dream to play it again. He puts it on loop, and lets him watch it five times before he stops.
“There, happy?” he asks, but when he looks at George again, his cheeks are shining in the light of the computer.
“Oh my god. You’re actually crying.”
“What? No, I’m not, shut up.” George backs away and wipes his face, shaking his head vehemently, but Dream’s heart is already gone to pieces in his chest.
“Georgie…” he says his name quiet, reaches out with a gentle hand to grab just the tips of his fingers.
George slides his hand into his palm, squeezes at the meat of it, just under his thumb.
“It’s just—your nose,” George chokes out the words, and Dream laughs.
“What? My nose?”
“Yeah. It was so… small and cute,” George blubbers, still wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “You were so small and cute.”
“Oh my god.” Dream rolled his eyes, his smile pressing dimples into his cheeks. “You’ve seen my baby photos before.”
“Mn. Not the same.” George shakes his head and steps closer, spins Dream’s chair properly towards him so he can climb into his lap. Dream huffs at the weight, but holds him, rubbing his back and his hair.
“I want a little you running around,” George admits softly, and Dream sighs. He knows. God, he knows.
“Me too,” Dream says, and kisses him on the earlobe. “Someday. Yeah?”
George hums, nodding his head with his forehead pressed into Dreams.
Dream kisses his nose, and George crinkles his face up, giggling, then returns the gesture—only this time, it's softer, more reverent, this peck on the very tip of Dream’s nose. He doesn’t need to say it. Dream just closes his eyes and presses his cheek to George’s cheek, sharing heat like a promise.
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kam-writes · 8 months
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A new fanfic I have posted about Dream and George who are both in high school and are in a relationship. Everything was going, somewhat, well for before an event happened that changed their lives forever. Dream is left to pick up the pieces alone.
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dnf-lyrics · 2 years
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dnf au where
- dream works at an ice cream shop
- this cute british boy keeps coming in and he asks for like 3 free samples before he makes his decision EVERY TIME
- & dream is definitely not supposed to be giving so many samples to the same person
- but he’s pretty sure he’s in love w this customer
- and of course george is flirting with him the entire time
- but dream is oblivious
- sometimes george comes in with a friend (you pick who) and dream thinks they’re together
- so he doesn’t make a move or anything because he wants to be respectful
- but george is pushing it
- he gets more forward & dream finally realizes george might actually be interested
- but one day george’s friend (my suggestion for this is wilbur or karl or quackity if u were wondering) comes in without george looking irritated
-and he goes up to dream who immediately starts apologizing for flirting with george & saying he didn’t realize george was taken
- then the friend is like “what???? no I was coming to tell you to either ask george out or stop leading him on”
- and FINALLY he realizes george really is interested
- so dream asks him out the next time he comes in
- and happy ending:)
— bonus: dream offers him some ice cream on the house after their first date or something and george has to confess that he’s totally sick of ice cream now
— george can’t believe dream thought he was only coming in every day & spending so much time talking to dream just because he liked ice cream
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livingproofoftbd · 6 months
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when the clock hits zero (will you be mine)
rated T | 8.1k words | chapter 1/2
tags: new years, meet cute, house party, strangers to lovers, first meetings, drunken flirting
“Thought you didn’t like New Year’s!” George teases. “I did too,” Dream says. “Maybe I just didn’t find the right people to celebrate it with.”
or, Dream meets George at a New Year’s Party and falls hard in one night.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!! this is my @dtblrsecretsanta gift for @dwtdog !! the prompt was “new years meet cute” and i had a lot of fun with it :))
there are two chapters, this is the first one (Dec 25) and i'll be posting the second on new years (Dec 31) for the countdown in the story :))
hope you enjoy!! <3
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dnf-fic-recs · 1 year
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for the anon that was asking about the detective fic (w/ protective dream) it may be 'Love Me Mercilessly' by damselle- but thats only reallllly protective at the end, it starts as enemies to lovers (and warning: it is explicit)
we got a lot of responses to the detectives ask!
Love Me Mercilessly by damselle
Dream sighs deeply and then emits a chuckle, taking in George’s body, which lay limp and bound on the floor. Maybe if he was a better person, he’d cut the ropes binding his body.  He’d be the bigger man and ask if he’s okay. He’d soothe the humiliation of failing a solo mission and be a good partner. He’d be mature. He’d be professional.
But, alas, he’s neither of those things. So instead, he smirks like an asshole and watches as George’s body twitches helplessly on the ground as if trying to wriggle out.
“Well, well, well,” Dream says with a beat. “All tied up, are we?”
Or, Dream and George are the best cyber-detectives in their precinct with a strong hatred for each other– and even stronger sexual tension.
The Crimson Vineyard by SummerFlingsAndThings (QueenBoudicatheGreat)  
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mr.-" Karl glanced down at the papers in front of him, "-Norton. I pronounce you husbands. You may now kiss."
Dream whipped his head around to look down at George with a wicked grin. "Well, you heard the man, Georgie. Pucker up."
George rolled his eyes and shoved Dream's face away with pink cheeks and a fond smile before turning back to Karl. "Alright, so what's our story here?"
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Private Investigators Dream and George's most recent case is something that should be easy. Go undercover in a small town to find a couple of missing teenagers. Something that should be over and done within a week. The hardest part should be acting the part of newlyweds while continuing to ignore the very real feelings between them.
But as time passes with no sign of Tommy or Tubbo anywhere, they start to realize that things aren't as they seem. Something is growing in Waco, Florida with Bad Halo at the center of it all. Something that will put all of Dream and George's skills -- and their relationship -- to the test.
 as for praise and worship by squigly   
“I should thank you,” George says, pulling him closer by the neck, “Because I get to have you?”
“A lot of people aren’t that fucking lucky,” Dream says, voice tight, heartbeat beating thickly against George’s fingers. “And trust me—” he wrangles himself out of George’s grip, “—once I figure out how to stay away from you, you’re never going to hear from me again.”
George is a detective working for Scotland Yard investigating a string of art thefts linked to grisly murders. Dream is a gambler who knows more than he lets on. They can't stay away from each other, even when they should.
No Time to Die by stargazedpickup  
“it was the fact that you yourself left me, Detective, you were being a selfish bastard and left me to fend for myself”.
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dnf detective au where an assignment goes wrong and george chooses to save himself instead of taking dream with him
the first move by Anonymous for icanexplain   
Agents Dream and 404 have been working together for more than seven years. They’ve gone through undercover missions and basic desk work, been caught in gunfights and car chases- you name it, they’ve done it. What they have not done, however, is admit their feelings for one another. Even though their go-to cover story is a happily married couple, neither of them have made the first move. But when a mission goes terribly wrong, they’re going to need each other more than ever if they want to make it out alive.
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caitlin-cries · 11 months
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a lot of my future is your future
Here is my fic for the DTQK+ Big Bang ! Thank you @dtqkbigbang for making this happen and a HUGE thank you to my artist partner @voidpidgeon for this amazing art. I had the best time writing (and crying) with this fic. Hope you enjoy. Here’s my twitter as well :)
M, 50k, one shot
Tags: exes to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, time skips
Ships: DNF, Karlnap
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48590701
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