Dream, Sapnap, and George finally make plans together as the travel ban between them is lifted. Everything is wonderful, and most things go to plan. Except, of course, Dream and George both beginning to realize some strange feelings about each other. Not to mention the fact that they get snowed in. And George's fear of the snow. It's beginning to look like it'll be a long few weeks together. Top Ranks: #2 in Shipping #3 in Phobia #4 in Dreamnotfound #5 in dnf

George is that one college kid that is mildly attractive, but no one notices him. He's quite introverted and would rather stay inside, listen to music and watch the rain fall, rather than go to a party. Wilbur, his best friend, is the absolute opposite. Bringing girls home every weekend from all the parties. He was known as the most attractive person at Cadillac University, people only knowing George because of Wilbur. But all things change after Wilbur forces George to come to that.one.party. [FINISHED!] ------------- -140k reads on April 7th -160k reads on April 12th -180k reads on April 18th -190k reads on April 21th -200k reads on April 25th!! <33 -300k reads on June 4th!!! :D -400k reads on July 13?!?!?! -700k ON MARCH 11TH WHAT THE ACTUAL THANK YOU SO MUCH!!??? -800k on july 7th i love you all sm omg :,)

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN