It was supposed to be a joke. No Nut November was just a stupid challenge that idiotic people took too seriously. Unfortunately Dream was one of those people, and now the idea was stuck in his head. Last a whole month without any release. It was funny to George, how crazy serious Dream took the whole ordeal. And he continued to find the humor in it, until Dream told him that he was too weak to last. It ticked George off to no extent, and he was determined to prove that he was the strong one out of the two. Even if he had to get his hands dirty in the process. * * * THIS IS SATIRE DON'T COME FOR ME PLEASE !!

George is the son to parents that own a multi-million dollar eco friendly car company. Cars have never been George's favorite subject. He knows which are the most expensive on the market because of his father but he's never understood the hype. After the usual rich party for his family's company things take a turn for the better, or worse George can't decide, when he saves a man from a drunken assault. After being introduced to a new world George has to make a tough decision. Champagne or Burnouts? Dnf Street Racer AU All *tw are in the first chapter :) RIP Technoblade 🐷❤️ (Creds to @hugs4karl_ who wrote the CB wattys summary) 90k reads!?!? You guys are insane *ugly cries* 100k?!? What!?! *cries more* 141k?!? *Sobing* 151!!! Ahhhh *tears* 170k!! 201k!? 300k!! *still crying* 350k! Well... wow 400k *Honestly this has gotten out of hand <3*

When merman George accidentally makes his way up to the ocean's surface and spots a Dream-y surfer, he falls head-over-tail in love. Best rankings: #1 in pining #1 in merman #1 in karlnap #1 in sapnap #1 in mermaid #15 in dreamnotfound #22 in dnf

"You see the good in everything, George. That's why I like it when you look at me." From a young age, Dream has come to realize that love is complicated. Love is a terrifying thing, out to rip your flesh from your bones and pluck your heartstrings out. So when love finds him in Florida, in the shape of a meet-up with close friends, he's put into a dangerous situation: will he risk it all for a short brunet by the name of George, or turn back to running away?

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

Dreams my only friend...... You were exiled away from everyone except dream but things went south and you were found lying on the ground by technoblade. Sortta a retelling of what Tommy went though but from a different persons view I guess 🤷‍♀️ Updates when I feel like it :) Y/n- she/her Please give feedback!!! Cover by b0ats_r_cool on Twitter and Instagram!!!

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

George is the son of the president of England and wishes to be a normal 17 year old going to school and when his wish comes true he wishes it didn't Before dreams dad died he planned on doing the biggest heist in England but got caught and killed by the police but dream took it into his own hands wanting to make his dad proud putting the plan on action I am aware that England does not have a president but in this story it does. -TW- Stockholm syndrome Guns Blood Violence And more Those TW will be mentioned before chapter starts. This story is inspired by money heist :) Hope u enjoy

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"