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!)

"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate was a written collab by @isntitcrazy and @honkdaddyy. Both of us do not want this to be reuploaded anywhere, and especially not here. We weren't going to upload Accelerate to Wattpad in the first place but people went against both of our boundaries and uploaded it anyway. If you see any fics of Accelerate that aren't from this account, please report them. There is NSFW in it.

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. ||

"george what's the new subgoal going to be?" dream questioned. - "chat i'm not gonna read fanfiction as a subgoal.."