Do You Have Any Recs For Friends To Lovers, Fluff, "could Technically Have Happened/happen Irl", Sharing

Hello hello, would you guys have any soft dnf recs?

retracing my steps by twostorms

“You missed me,” George cuts him off and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling Dream into a second hug that’s somehow warmer than the first, even if less forceful.

“I missed you,” Dream affirms, the top of George’s head so close to his lips that he can feel his breathing shifting his hair. “So much, George.”

“I know,” George whispers, and Dream can hear the smile in his voice. And Dream knows that even if he doesn’t say it, the way George’s thumb brushes against his hair at the nape of his neck means I missed you too.

george comes home for the summer after his first year away at college, and dream decides 800 miles of driving are his last chance to convince him to stay.

Tying you to me by summerchai

After seeing fan made fibre art, Dream is determined to master the craft of knitting. As a result, George receives a closet's worth of blue items, and is feeling very normal about it.

OR

Dream is into knitting. George is into Dream.

carnival bass by urplace

It’s stupid. It’s so fucking stupid. Stupid enough to warrant a show on TLC: Child-hater George experiences his sweet boyfriend’s babysitting skills first-hand for the first time, and promptly experiences a chronic case of baby fever.

george's complicated spiral into deciding—sporadically—that he wants to raise a kid alongside dream

the person that sent you this by luckylikeyou

George finally gets the chance to come to Orlando to meet Dream in person. Once he lands, he notices an unassuming TikTok from Dream in his inbox.

"The person that sent you this thinks you're really cute, and if you don't respond to this in the next minute, you have to kiss them."

way back then (did anybody ever say no to you?) by halocupid

However, George was all lilted smiles and teasing—this guy wasn’t actually going to give a random stranger on the road six hundred dollars for a hoodie, right?

But the handsome stranger was already nodding. “Deal.”

George starts reselling clothes. Dream overpays him.

van gogh out with me by moonsooms

"You - was that a pick up line?" He asks, taken back, and Dream almost laughs. "I'm about to steal a seventeen million dollar artifact, and your first instinct is to flirt with me?"

"I mean, I don't know, why not," Dream smiles, despite being able to list many reasons as to why not.

(Dream, local superhero, attempts to recruit the infamous art thief that keeps slipping away.

Clay, local college student, attempts not to fall in love with the waiter who knows an unnatural amount about art.)

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.

DNF Reclist - Shotgunning

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.

this is adorable✨

YAYYY my pride exchange for @lesbian-gnf WOOOO stream....

(the collection!)

idk if u read any fanfics but have you got any angst sander sides recommendations?

For sure I love reading fanfics! Although I haven't had the time recently to read any; here's some of my favourites:

I can't choose which fic I like best but anything by Arwriter is some of my favourite stuff. They write for other fandoms too but I think everyone need's to read their fics! Their Learned Behaviour series is one of my favourites!

Turn of Phrase takes the concept of 'bruised ego' and RUNS w it!

Heartbeat is hands-down a comfort fic for me it's so sweet

Myosotis memory loss has so much angst

Tipping the Scales would be a shame if smth were to happen to Janus' scales hmm also just genuinely also recommend this author I love their work

Soft Rains just some Thomas and Janus angst and comfort

To Sew A Liar is one of my favourite takes of Janus taking things to the extreme

So There's These...People... isn't exactly angst but it's just a fic I can recommend to anyone in this fandom. I'm loving it so far and who doesn't want more Nico?

This is all I can recall atm. I am also open to fic recs👀 love me some angst

WHY ARE YOU RECORDING ON A SATURDAY

DNF Reclist - Aphrodisiacs

this includes sex pollen, amortentia, love spells, etc

— Tribulus Terrestris by orphan_account (expl. | comp. | 7k)

“Can we just please know what flowers I can avoid so we can just move on?!” George cried, standing up and sticking his hands on his hips. Dream, who was in the middle of giving Sapnap a violent noogie, stopped instantly. Both of them looked at George, then each other, before peeling apart. “Oh, yeah. Totally.” Dream said. He snatched his phone out of Sapnap’s hand and nudged him away. “Okay, uh…Green flowers. Green flowers are the big red flag.”

— melting like fairy floss on my tongue by ExtraSteps (expl. | comp. | 8k)

A potion explosion at the local nightclub on a rare night out leads to Dream getting all he ever wanted and more.

— Gonna Be Around by undermycoat (teen | comp. | 4k)

In which Dream and George do not listen to Sapnap, a run-in with a witch goes wrong, and what the heck is ree-tuh-velo? (Or is it reh-too-velo?)

— Precarious by pinklanterns (expl. | comp. | 3k)

George, a typically spot-on potions maker, somehow made a terrible mistake. His friend, down bad for him, was willing to do anything to help his troubles.

— Add Honeywater For Sweetness by miraculousmultifan (teen | comp. | 5k)

When Sapnap and George ransack a witch's hut, she throws a splash potion at George. When he comes to, he's staring into Dream's beautiful eyes, and he can't help but feel like his feelings were expanding in his chest until they would burst.

— hush-hush by orphan_account (teen | comp. | 7k)

An unlikely pairing to the students at Hogwarts, George and Dream navigate the hardships of being proclaimed enemies while hiding a scandalized secret.

You Had to Be There to Get It

Summay: Thomas knows that he sometimes relates to different sides for different reasons, but this situation is a new one.

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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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