george is a sought-after model with his pale skin and dainty figure. dream is a wealthy upcoming photographer with a special eye for details. ~~~ major content warning; includes smut and other sexual themes. - word count: 46268

a gorgeous brunet catches clay's eye under the red strip club lights. ♡ dnf strip club au major content warning: includes smut and other sexual themes. - wc: 46744

George and Dream have the best friendship they could ever ask for.... but things dont last forever you know.... Read the story to find out what happens and what the 2 boys become... ⚠️Swearing is involed⚠️ There will be some: DreamNotFound Karlnapity and Skephalo but mostly DreamNotFound... Enjoy!!

a dnf fan-fiction, about george moving into a new neighborhood cover picture is not mine!! Please if you know the artist let me know and i'll give rightful credits to them! cover photo artist @liwri_art

[Complete] Dream x GeorgeNotFound George sat on his bed as he thought about everything in his life. He thought he had everything he could possibly want. Success, a good amount of money, and happiness within his fans and himself. That is, until he realizes something is not right.. something is different. He discovers new feelings he had never felt before, and soon after, his world changes forever. -Current Milestone: 200k Reads!! -#1 in "georgewastaken"

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals