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One Chance To Make A First Impression

Chapter One

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See, here’s the thing.  Virgil wasn’t opposed to having more partners than just Patton and Logan.  They’d all talked about that before, and decided that as long as they communicated before they did things, they were okay with just about anything.  Virgil had just never really felt like he had the time.  He had school, and two other partners that took up his time, partners he wasn’t unsatisfied with in the slightest.  Patton was now dating Virgil and Logan and Roman and Janus, and though Patton seemed to have this balance thing down, well, pat, it sounded exhausting for Virgil.  He didn’t want two more partners to actually build a life with.  He was perfectly satisfied with the ones he had.

…He kind of just wanted to kiss Janus and Roman’s faces off a little bit.

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here, there, and everywhere dnf train ride/road trip au | rated t | 7.7k

“Do you think we’ll see the stars tomorrow night?” he asks. He doesn’t care much about seeing the real stars tonight when Dream shines brighter in front of him. “I hope so,” Dream tells him, voice barely above a whisper. “I love seeing the stars. It makes me feel like I’m part of something bigger.” “I don’t want to be part of something bigger,” George admits, meeting Dream’s eyes again. He’s been watching him with a curious expression as if he’s been transfixed by watching him think but hesitant to interrupt it. “I just want to be here.”

Through corn fields, deserts, and mountains, Dream and George take a train from Chicago to San Francisco as one last adventure before George graduates from university. It’s meant to just be fun, but things get a bit more complicated when there are feelings hanging in the air.

Any fics where one of them has body image issues and the other comforts him?

(It’s my guilty pleasure trope) ❤️❤️❤️

nothing to be guilty about anon! try these tags and a couple more fics -> insecure!dream , insecure!george , body worship

body image issues (hurt/comfort)

— one way ticket by dizzy (expl. | comp. | 60k)

George's family tells him he has to either get a job or go back to school... so in May of 2019 he applies to university in Florida and shows up on Dream's doorstep. Neither of them are really expecting Dream's youtube channel to blow up just after George moves in.

— boys and girls and punctuation by Anonymous  (mat. | comp. | 7k)

George’s identity is fortified heavily by his self expression, and the ways in which he expresses himself is constantly changing, constantly shifting, constantly inconsistent. But he’s always found security in knowing that, no matter how inconsistent he may be, no matter how far away he strays from masculinity, he’s still a boy. And there is safety in that. It’s the one consistent thing he has. But recently, everything he’s ever known about being a boy has been fracturing. The next most constant thing he’s ever known is Dream.

— This Thing Called Us by venus43 (expl. | abandoned | 46k)

summer with dream is a lot harder than george anticipated.

— record player by casey_writes_domestic_fluff (teen | comp. | 1k)

Dream struggles with the online backlash after his face reveal. George reminds him that his value doesn't lie in a stranger's opinions of him.

Hi!! Do you possibly know of any fics where dnf either has a language difference or speak multiple or are learning together? Anything language based really. Tysm!

i could only find french ones for some reason. anybody else got recs?

language related dnf fics

— the idiot's route to confessing a crush by crimsvn (teen | comp. | 8k)

Dream had a crush on George, but he was also much too scared to act on it. So instead, like the complete and utter fool he was, in order to get to know George better through one-on-one time together, Dream gets George to tutor him in a language he already speaks. His first language, in fact.

note: in tandem by the same author also kind of fits!

— Les âmes sœurs se retrouvent toujours (Soulmates always find each other) by Eagle9 (teen | comp. | 2k)

Soulmate AU where when the youngest of a pair of soulmates turns 18, they wake up in the oldest’s bed.

— je t'aime by Spencer097 (teen | comp. | 10k)

George's first language is French and for his entire friendship with Dream, he's been telling him things in French. One day, Dream decides to learn French to understand what George has been telling him.

Contrary to popular belief, it's warm in Antarctica. At least that's what Dream would posit.

Of course, any sane person might call him out on his bluff and attribute the warmth to this more-than-decent shelter Jimmy's got them holed up in.

Or perhaps the hot cocoa he had after dinner has worked wonders to keep him toasty.

Or maybe whatever illness he's plagued with this time has him running hot.

Or it's–

"Uuuurrnnnghhh. Dreeeeaaam."

Dream looks away from his phone to glance at the person laying beside him in bed, or rather, this rickety cot that isn't nearly big enough for him and his long limbs, let alone two people. Not that he's complaining. "Georgieeee," he calls back to the figure beside him. "You bored?"

"No." George keeps his eyes trained on the tinny ceiling above their heads, thinking for a second, before pushing his bottom lip into a pout. "Kind of." Then he rolls on his side and sighs dramatically. "You're being really inconsiderate right now, Dream."

"Wait, why?" Dream laughs a bit, and it's only because he finds George's theatrics endearing (and admittedly, cute). He still genuinely cares about George's feelings, however, so his voice naturally softens when he asks, "What'd I do?"

George throws him a hard look, one that reads a lot meaner than the transgression he's about to point out: "I'm literally laying beside you in bed, and you're not even kissing me."

Heat blooms across Dream's entire face. "I– whuh– y-you're–" At his flustered stuttering, George's forced grimace easily slips into a satisfied grin. The fog of Dream's mind eventually clears and he spits, "I'm sick, George."

"So?"

"So what? You want me to kiss you and get you sick?"

"Maybe." Despite the casual response, Dream can tell how strongly George feels based on the speed of his reply. It makes Dream want to immediately give in, to fulfill whatever dumb desires George might have, though he pauses to give the idea more thought.

"Well, I'm not doing that," he finally concludes.

"Why not?" George bites back.

"Because I don't want to get you sick!"

George's eyes twinkle, clearly affected by the way Dream cares for him, the way Dream's voice softens again in genuine concern. But George masks it with another flourished sigh. "You're just full of excuses, aren’t you?"

Dream scoffs and rolls his eyes, though underneath his hard demeanor is a bundle of excitable energy, still shaken by how forward George is being. "This is an impossible situation. I would kiss you now, but then you'd get mad at me later for getting you sick."

It's the closest Dream has gotten to admitting that he actually wants to kiss George—really, truly does—and it makes George melt a bit, makes him shrink into the nook of his own arm when he looks up into Dream's eyes. "No," he denies, softly now.

The cogs in Dream's brain spin a tad slower at the sudden change in George's behavior. Dream looks over George's figure for a beat longer before he lowers his phone and throws his arm under his head, angling himself so that he can keep George in his vision. "I don't even think we should be laying this close right now," he says, defenses weakening.

"Right, but we have been, so there's no use in you not kissing me if I'm probably already sick," George murmurs.

Dream snickers. "Your logic is soundproof." His face scrunches up. "Er... I mean, foolproof."

George laughs, loud in the current quiet of the room. "Soundproof," he mocks, voice as small and warm as he is physically.

Dream chuckles with him before carefully resting a warm hand above George's hip. Crazy, he thinks, that I can just do that now. His fingers play with the hem of George's hoodie, the oversized Dream merch that Dream is as addicted to seeing George wear nearly as much as George is addicted to wearing it. "You wish this place was soundproof," Dream jokes after the long stretch of silence.

George looks so content in this moment that he nearly forgets to respond. "...What's that supposed to be mean?"

"Oh, suddenly you have no idea?"

"No...?" George says, playing dumb. It might seem legitimate enough if his mouth weren't drawn in a cheeky grin.

They lay there for a while, comfortably still and staring at each other, until George's arm snakes forward and over Dream's side. Dream thinks it's a nice start to a night-long cuddling session, but then he's jolted by George's hand smacking and grasping his asscheek.

Blushing wildly, Dream elbows his arm away. "What are you–! Come here." As quickly as he can recover, Dream pounces on George, rolling the man onto his back and holding him close. They both dissolve into hiccupy laughter as Dream attacks his neck with loud, sloppy smooches.

"Eugh, stop!" George giggles. He barely tries to bat Dream away, face twisted in his widest smile all day. Dream is relentless in burrowing his face in the narrowing space of George's neck. "Stop, you're tickling me!" George happily shrieks. His shoulders are by his ears by the time he can spit out, "You're gonna get me sick!"

Laughing, Dream pulls away. "You're such an idiot," he says, before George reaches up to hold his face between his hands, kiss the tip of his nose, then pull him in for a direct kiss on the mouth.

They both have stars in their eyes when they break away. "I don't care," George says, breathless.

And they kiss again, and again, and again, in all the quiet spaces of this corner of the world and throughout the long travels home, up until George inevitably finds himself feeling a bit under the weather—and Dream still kisses him then, too, because he doesn't care either, and also because he cares so, so much.

He kisses George as much as he can, wherever and whenever. Each time, Dream feels incredibly warm, swimming in that same special energy he felt in the heart of Antarctica.

All thanks to George, the man who always and forever kisses him back.

Hello! So glad to see you again! Your blog has helped a lot with finding fics and now I want to share some:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43139185

This one is very domestic, very cute, kinda makes you wanna k yourself with the amount of cuteness overload.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39178002

I think a lot of people has read this one but I'll share is again because it's very cute as well. Makes me feel touch starved.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42860559

This is one is so just [vague hand gestures] ya know. Really good, really sweet, makes me feel incredibly single.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42880293

Notes for this one is literally "they're in love and I'm gonna k myself". It's really good, really hits you with the knowledge that you'll never have a love the same way fanfic writers describe. But it's really good!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40920156

This one gave me baby fever. It's really sweet, very domestic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42350991

The last one! This is one is funny, my notes for it are "commit to the bit and suck the homie's dick". They're both idiots and I love them very much

Good to see again!! o7

i have recced a few of these before but solid list, totally rec all of it ! thx anon :]

anon recs

— hygge by wooowriter (teen | comp. | 4k)

— starlight, starbright by sadiehour (gen | comp. | 5k)

— Maybe I Just Want You Near by crabnap (teen | comp. | 6k)

— I waited for you by luckyycricket (gen | comp. | 500 words)

— Capture Every Minute by realfriends (gen | comp. | 2k)

— is it gay to fuck the homies by youresheesh (expl. | comp. | 25k)

hii! i was wondering if you have any shy George fics?

don't really know what else to reccomend for this trope

— shell by spicyscorpio (teen | comp. | 13k)

College AU in which Dream falls in love with the shy, pretty boy in his art class who seems to always hide from the world.

— ready for you by bathsuds (expl. | comp. | 4k)

under the shower stream, dream fingers george for the second time.

A Want Of Clarity

Summary: “I’m sorry, did you forget the part where I’m your creativity?  Obviously I have opinions on the matter!”

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WHY ARE YOU RECORDING ON A SATURDAY

What You Don’t Know Can’t Hurt You

Chapter One

Chapter Two:

Janus woke up slowly, and that was weird.

He didn’t wake up slowly.  He woke up to Remus banging on his door shouting obscenities or breakfast ideas.  On worse days he woke up to one of the others banging on his door, and a note from Remus that he was going over to bug Patton and try and sneak maggots into his pancake batter when he wasn’t looking.  He didn’t wake up to quiet and stillness.  Something must be wrong.

Janus opened his eyes and sat up quickly, and that was when he recognized the room he was in, and all of last night came flooding back.  Had Virgil actually asked him to stay here?  Had he actually agreed?  Why the hell had he done that?

Janus rubbed his eyes and slumped back against the headboard.  Maybe he could find some way to take it back.  He could tell Virgil he was delirious from blood loss, or tired from being hunted down by Pride and he didn’t know what he was saying.

He doubted Virgil would let him take it back, though.  He was stuck here at this point.  Which meant what, exactly?

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