!This is the second part of no one cares, my most popular dnf fanfiction! Make sure to read that first before you read this book! Bound love, they want it to last forever. But it takes courage to hold on to something so strong. A passionate and complicated future awaits them. Clay and George, eternal love? They have enough time to find out. (smut warning) Start: April 2022, End: July 2022 (cover cr: @snoweapl on twitter)

George is a depressed 17 year old boy who gets bullied by a popular guy named Clay. But one day something happens that changes everything. George and Clay will get in a lot of confusion and trouble, but will that be really worth it? (smut warning) !This is not as good as the reads might say! Start: July 2021, End: October 2021 (cover cr: liwri_art on Instagram) !part 2 of no one cares is now out! "Someone cares || No one cares part 2"

[COMPLETED] --- [EDITED; no longer containing content with Technoblade] Dream, the most popular gay porn star. George, a poor young man who's part time bartender and part time thief. Dropped out of college so he can get a job to pay for the overpriced medical bills for his sick grandma, who's his only family. When George gets fired from his one and only job, Dream offers him a new one. What George wasn't expecting was cameras being pointed at him and Dream, as they made out on a bed. WARNINGS: NSFW / R18 / Mature Content [Read with caution- you have been warned]

Upon meeting your soulmate, a tattoo appears somewhere on your body. Your soulmate has a mutual tattoo in the exact same place to signify they're yours. in this instance, Dream and George lock eyes in the airport, yet when Dream feels a sudden burn on his Upper thigh, he knows something is up. (upload of the a-3 story)

I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK! ALL CREDIT GOES TO TBHYOURELAME ON AO3!! 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 . fan art credits! - cover art - sappfs on twt moon jelly cover art - mrsbunbunny on twt checkmate cover art - vnzndt on twt fairness cover art - MishaWeesha on twt mirage cover art - pencantdraw on twt plunge cover art - squishcat_ on twt darkness cover art - squishcat_ on twt feathers cover art - notBraveee on twt you cover art - GRA7SON on twt throne cover art - riitboo on twt dust cover art - shreksmilk on twt negotiations cover art - deidanna_0422 on twt july cover art - Cogn1zntD3spair on twt

"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.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. - I am not the author of this story, I am only uploading to Wattpad for those who don't have Ao3. if he was well off this book ask right to be taken down please tell me and I will gladly do so <3 (art by sadist)

Phil doesn't go into the cities anymore. Once had been enough, and he doesn't have a death wish. He chooses only to watch them in the distance, or pass by them from time to time as he walks. The buildings loom in the distance, their once-shining rooftops now overgrown and dull with no one to take care of them. If you get close enough, you smell the stench of rot and death. It's a smell you can never get out of your nose, discovered one night after the initial wave where Phil tried desperately to scrub out his nose, sticking cloth and then even fingers as far up as he could to try and wash the smell out of his sinuses. It didn't work, and the smell has stayed with him since. He tries to look past it, look past the cities, and continue walking forward. That's what he attributes his survival to, really. The ability to look past everything, stare the dead in the eyes, and still walk on after he's shot them in the head. They were people once, but thinking about it too much makes his hands start to shake so Phil looks past it and walks on.

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

Just a reminder i wrote this in the "among us era" ( i dont remember what year that was 🧍) Hate all you want 🤷‍♂️