Dream has just become the CEO of his father's company and George just so happens to land the position of his assistant. Falling inlove is already hard, but falling inlove and keeping it secret? That's impossible. Will the workplace come between their love or will they learn to love each other for who they are? (updated summary) @Kutasiewicz also wrote a polish translation! They are the only person who has written any translation and only person who has been granted permission to do so. Below is a polish translation, I apologize if it is weirdly phrased! I unfortunately had to use Google Translate as polish is not one of the languages I speak fluently. (@Kutasiewicz napisał też polskie tłumaczenie! są jedyną osobą, która napisała jakiekolwiek tłumaczenie i jedyną osobą, która otrzymała na to pozwolenie.) (PS: this story is only still up because of its large amount of reads that continuously grow every day. thank you for the support on this fic. for it being my first fic, it's come so far, and im so proud while also incredibly embarrassed because of its content, LMAO. if you want other fics that are much better, i will be releasing some on my ao3 @beyondhiraeth at some point! again, thanks for the continued support. i love you guys!)

In which Dream's July Brighton trip leads to a prolonged stay at George's apartment, and one thing leads to another... [MATURE CONTENT, CHAPTER WARNINGS INCLUDED] DISCLAIMER: the irl characters in this story have been fictionalized and DO NOT accurately represent their true selves. I do not endorse irl shipping at all, especially if the people in question are not comfortable with it. This is solely for fun! I know that Dream and George have said that they don't mind it, but still! Don't harass them about this kind of stuff please :)

george has a hard time at home, and one night leaves. he's sort of rescued by a stranger on the beach, but it's not long until they become far more than strangers. does contain: swearing, alcohol, smoking, abuse, angst, nsfw and other possible triggers. #9 in stories

༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

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what happens when the camera isn't on? through a screen, we don't know very much about the people we've come to know and love as our comfort streamers. but they always set apart so much time and effort just for us. they deserve recognition for their personal struggles and experiences, the things we don't see. what really happens? dnf, but make it 3 different povs: sapnap: someone who's usually overlooked finds themselves in the unfortunate crossfire of a problem that's not his to fix. but he will try. he will help. that's all he ever wanted to do. and maybe here, he's the last hope between a failure and success. george: what he thought was an above average friendship turns out to be everything he's ever wanted. and with feelings spiraling out of control he yearns for the opportunity to finally meet him in real life and see if it's mutual. dream: with the looming return of a lifestyle from the past, to the problems and worries of the present, he's too distracted to realize the future he could have.

A serial killer AU that revolves around a local psychopath taking a liking to a guy on his vacation to Florida with his friends.

[FINISHED] A story of GeorgeNotFound coming to terms with his feelings for his best friend and battling with his issues. -- big big thank you to the amazing @raviolihailstorm for the cover <3

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and you can do whatever you want. What do you call it? Freedom or loneliness?