ao3: “behind the door” rating: T warnings: kid sides, some remus typical thoughts, food mention genre: hurt/comfort description: Remus can’t sleep. Anything could come get him. Anything. (day 4: “Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.” — Truman Capote, In Cold Blood @tsshipmonth2020)
Remus isn’t afraid of the dark.
He’s not.
He’s not afraid of the Imagination, either. That would be stupid. The Imagination is his playground! His much cooler playground, since his brother’s is lame. All fluffy clouds and stupid little castles and dumb villagers. The only cool thing is the dragon witch, and Remus helped create that. She lives on his side and occasionally visits Roman’s kingdom to wreak mayhem. He giggles to himself a little, tucked up in his bed.
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Chapter 4
5.2k words (20.4k total) | Rated E | Chapter 4/7
It’s George’s birthday, and he finally allows himself to love.
Tags: Friends To Lovers, Birthday, Toot-Rotting Fluff, Eventual Smut
Extract:
His friend giggles above him, poking his cheek with one of his fingers, and locking his phone. “Hi, Georgie,” he says through a smile, voice light like a feather.
The Brit groans as he raises one of his hands, rubbing tiredness away from his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. “I thought you’d leave.”
(twitter)
Sapnap pov?
a series of gradual revelations by dizzy
The first time Nick should think maybe something else is going on, it's because Dream is singing his shower songs.
but see, i'm with you by twostorms
“I’m scared,” Dream whispers into the pillow, and it feels like more of an admittance to himself than Sapnap, but Sapnap rubs his back reassuringly anyway. “And I know that’s so dumb. Because it’s just George. But-”
“But it’s George.”
or; sapnap realizes that some things, like the love his best friends have for one another, were never even a question worth asking.
now i'm all about you by newheart
Sapnap knows it’s none of his business but sometimes he sort of feels like it is his business.
Like when they’re giggling and teasing each other like they were after Dream officially declared them as friends, all right in front of him. Or when they spend an entire lunch break arm wrestling with George putting his entire body weight into the challenge and Dream letting him get away with it, wheezing and emphasising their difference in strength. Or when George gets a ride home with Dream instead of taking the bus home even though they live in opposite directions.
Or, Sapnap makes new friends and watches them fall in love
they don't know how special you are from they don't know about us series by brokenlikeastitch
“Dream!” George yelled across the field. His voice was raw and the rage sent a chill down Sapnap’s spine, “Get your fucking shit together!”
The ref’s head whipped around, “Watch your mouth, 14.”
George rolled his eyes and turned back to Dream, “I’m serious, pull it together or we’re putting Ranboo in.”
No one mentioned that Sam was partially at fault too or that George definitely didn’t have complete power over substitutions, it was that intimidating.
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Dream and George are weird together, but Sapnap and the other freshmen are the only ones to see it. Sapnap doesn't get it.
sorry for the abundance of discontinued fics in this list <//3 recs under the cut!
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hi! i'm looking for a fic that had a lot of the dsmp cast as background characters. the gist is that dream, a human, moved into a new town that had a nightvale vibe. he really liked george who turned out to be a leviathan. the fic had a pretty high word count and a nsfw sequel that took place during christmas, or another part to the series that did. in one of the parts of the series george turned into a lizard and dream had to take care of him lol. thanks!
looking!
Shine Here To Us
WIP - Chapter 1/6
Words: 12,647
Rated: E - Eventually (hi, chapter 3)
Re-blogs appreciated!!
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In case you can't read that graphic very well, here's the summary:
When Dream’s one night stand turns up months later, pregnant, and claiming he’s the father, George watches Dream fall into the role of a lifetime: dad. Except, something feels off with the entire situation. As Dream’s chance slips through his fingers, George finds a creative way to give him what he wants most.
for the anon who reqed it earlier ! some of these fics only feature a scene of it.
— bashful creatures by pothospoet (teen | comp. | 2k)
Dream blows the smoke in his face. George blinks, and because he’s apparently an idiot, he speaks before thinking for the nth time that night. “If you want to shotgun me just say so, dumbass.”
— about high time by gentlesun (NR | comp. | 15k)
“Dream? What kind of a name is Dream, who does this guy think he is? You start selling drugs and now you’re suddenly El Chapo?”
— Use Your Words by orphan_account (expl. | comp. | 4k)
Dream and George meet at a college party, joining a few friends and deciding to play some games. As the night goes on and they get progressively more intoxicated, they start to flirt more, leading to them separating from the group and continuing what the games started.
— Dud Cigarettes by hydralilies (expl. | wip | 54k)
Dream and George are college dormmates. That's all they're supposed to be. But for George, Dream becomes a hidden obsession of his; one that's jarring and unexpected. Luckily for George, Dream may be able to help more than first thought.
— head in the clouds by myicedcoffee (teen | comp. | 2k)
George wants to get high instead of finishing a paper, and Dream just wants to be with George.
— everything i know (come close) by navyhurricane (teen | comp. | 2k)
Routines are made to be followed, but in this case maybe theirs was made to be broken. Dream thinks so, and it's only solidified after slurred words and simple sentences.
author: flameonfire (expl. | comp. | 8k)
“You’re too good to me, you know that?” George has wine stains on the corners of his lips, a silly grin plastered on his face, and he looks at Dream like he’s never known love before him. “You’re the one who’s too good for me,” Dream blushes. Merlot tastes even sweeter tonight, argent in his pocket buzzing like a fine line between home and the stars.
Or, a dnf proposal
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
— 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.
Summary: Remus is lost in thoughts of things that scare or upset him, Virgil comes to help him break out of them
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Well Remus has always been one to have dark thoughts, to revel in the decaying, destructive and death-touched, but sometimes that became too much and twisted. Occasionally his thoughts stop being on the things he likes but turn to the words that tore into him, to the people he swore didn’t matter to him but actually still terrified him, to everything that his brain could bring up to make him feel like shit.
On days like those he would flounder and drown in his thoughts, nothing to anchor him, or bring him out of it. Why would there be anything? He lived alone and had nobody there to realise something was wrong.
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