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catcrumbled · 5 months
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psps here’s some of what i’m working on :)
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patsvicr · 6 months
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dnf fic snippet i posted on my priv months ago (wrote this fic in december and still no courage to post it oops) but ig you can have the snippet to celebrate the eclipse :D
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rebelwithoutabroom · 6 months
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he's infatuated. that's so cringe
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gatzbright · 1 year
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dnf marriage convo bc Yeah ……..
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anadiilua · 1 year
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Twitter got a little random snippet so you guys get one too (it's the same one)
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bagelrites · 1 year
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Here's a preview of my fic for the @dtqkbigbang!
It's a pirate AU :D
George had been thinking and rethinking his decision the whole time while the pirates led him around. Granted, he very much doubted there would have been a different outcome had he not surrendered—perhaps just some injuries to both parties—but still, he questioned that initial instinct. 
Sure, it was one way out of the marriage he wanted no part in, but was it really the best way out? He was basically putting his life into strangers’ hands, and those strangers were pirates, no less. They hadn’t done anything particularly violent yet, but how could he know what their plans were?
This one, at least, who led him into the cell and leaned close as he began to untie his hands, seemed nice enough. He hadn’t been rough with his prisoner at all. In fact, George was a little charmed by his gentleness.
He may also have been more than a little charmed by his fluffy, golden-brown hair, scruffy jaw, and broad shoulders, but that was besides the point.
“I know it’s not exactly the best arrangement, but we can’t have you trying to escape, you know,” the pirate said. His voice had a rich tone to it, and he said his words in short little puffs, like each one came to his mind the very moment they landed on his tongue.
“I can understand that,” George replied. “You’re very courteous for a kidnapper.”
The pirate laughed, just as breathy, and George bit the inside of his lip.
“Well, you’ve been a very cooperative hostage,” he said. “Which makes my life a lot easier—and yours. If you’re good, we won’t have to keep you tied up.”
���Sounds like a fair trade,” George agreed.
“Now then.” The pirate stepped out of the cell and swung the door shut. George considered laying or sitting on the bed, but the pirate didn’t leave after he locked the door, instead taking up a post on a nearby crate, his knees spread wide and one arm landing on his thigh.
George became conscious of what he was wearing again, and wrapped his coat tighter around himself, crossing his arms to keep it closed.
“Are you guarding me?” he asked.
“I suppose I am, yes.”
“I don’t see how I would get out of here.” George made a point of looking around the frame of the iron-barred door.
“Not likely, no. But we need you alive, too.”
George hummed, his humor fading at the implications of the remark. His mouth felt dry, and he tried to gather spit to wet his tongue.
“Do you think I could get some water?” he asked.
“Oh, sure, here.” The pirate got up, picked up a tin cup resting on a barrel, and poured clear water from the spout of it. When he walked up to the cell to pass the cup through the bars to George, their hands brushed together, and George looked up into his eyes.
“What’s your name?” he asked, voice small, the question almost accidental.
“Uh—” He backed away and cleared his throat. “Dream. The name’s Dream.”
“Nice to meet you Dream,” George said, then paused to take a long drink from the water. It had a faint tinge of wood in the flavor, but was otherwise innocuous. 
He looked back up, smiling, and said, “You can call me George. Or just your highness, if you like.”
Dream grinned, chuckling and shaking his head as he sat back on his crate.
“George it is, then.”
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pistachiotalenti · 2 years
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june 2023
Smiling, George pulls his eyes away from chat and shakes his head. Then after a quiet moment of hesitation, he speaks. "Happy June, Dream."
Over Discord, Dream scoffs. George scoffs with him and presses a hand over his warming cheek; it's weird, finally knowing the face behind the sound.
"Happy June, George," Dream wishes back, warmth spilling from his words and curling close to George, like a well-loved cat, or the yellow Floridian sun. "Happy middle of June."
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sapnapssaplings · 1 year
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DNF, but it’s Dream doing George’s eyeliner (snippet!)
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potatoe9012 · 2 years
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Y’all I am working, LIKE ACTUALLY ON IT FAST
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catcrumbled · 5 months
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sad long distance dnfies snippet !! feedback is appreciated smiles
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honeyblisss · 1 year
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fuck it, out of my hands; out of my mind snippet (this is the only thing i’m sharing)
There is no beauty without suffering, and although winter appears to be graceful, she is dangerous and merciless. Snow is the harbinger of the season of death. The poor starve, the weak freeze, and life is brutal.
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simply-smitten · 3 months
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Use me or Lose me (Beg for it)
Dnf - 16.4k - rated E
New fic!! Been working on quite a few things lately, so have this as a little surprise :) I’ll try to post some snippets here of the fic I’ll be sharing next <3 as always, previews for it are already up on my 18+ Twitter
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gatzbright · 1 year
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tell me our story
dnf fic, 2k, one shot, rated m [established relationship, fluff, talk of the future and children]
George closes the door softly and leans back against the soundproof padding. Upbeat tones fill the air, resembling the beat he’d felt earlier, and Dream’s recorded voice follows. It’s twenty-thirty-six, I’ll probably have some kids, I’ll teach them not to do the same stupid shit I did … George stops breathing.
[Or, George hears Dream's new lyrics and it starts a conversation they were both longing for.]
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anadiilua · 2 years
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Little snippet of the fic I plan on starting to post later this week!
Pairing: Dream/George (Mature)
Summary: George decides to wear Dream's "sorry ladies I suck dick" shirt on stream for MCC and Dream can't contain how it makes him feel.
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“Why did you decided to use this shirt?” Dreams' tone wasn’t harsh exactly, but it had an edge of accusation to it. His hands were on the hem of the shirt, grabbing the fabric and tugging on it to make George come closer.
“I don’t know. It was the only thing I was certain it was actually pink from your closet.” he told him. It wasn’t really a lie, just not the full truth. Dream would have to work a little harder if he wanted the whole truth out of him.
“People are now thinking we are dating for real.” It wasn’t a question but it also hadn't been presented as a lighthearted comment either. Dream’s voice was low and seductive. The older man felt the hair at the back of his neck stand up. The tension forming in the air was almost palpable.
“Hate to break it to you, but It's not like they didn’t think that before, Dream.” he scoffed. Something warm and heavy had started to bloom on his chest from the direction this conversation was taking and it was making it a little harder to think.
“Yeah, but now some of them are convinced it’s actually true. Like, not just a bit. And it’s not really their fault this time, is it?” Dream countered back playfully. However, he was frowning slightly down at George. As if finding it difficult to piece together his intentions. His eyes scanned the brits' features.
“And is that such a bad thing?” He raised one eyebrow at him, letting his hands come up to rest on the blond’s biceps. Dream smiled.
“Only if you don’t mean it.”
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fiveredlights · 15 days
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matthew and callan is literally the reincarnation of maxiel i'm so curious about them so like the monza really happened because of that jealousy incident? TELL ME MOREEEEE
long response under the cut, thank you for the ask anon! love rambling about my fics, if it was a full time job i would excel at it! (plus a little snippet from the bonus scene i’ll probably post from monza)
matthew and callan are really interesting because i had full intentions to seperate them from maxiel as much as possible—i thought it would be very boring to just have max and daniel and then their next gen counterparts in a fic—but then they grew legs and ran away from me. like i promise i wasn’t trying to make them maxiel 2.0 but i guess maxiel is just too strong sometimes… i think i truly realised this chapter when michelle texted daniel and she was like “oh me and max text sometimes” and i was like wait……. why does that sound familiar….. then i gave up and fully leaned into it
now anon one thing about me is that i have shit poor memory. like i am the human equivalent of a goldfish so when you said monza jealously incident i was like “what jealously incident???” and honestly i am still not exactly sure what that means…. i think (maybe) you’re referring to the authors note where i mentioned that matthew was unreasonably upset over callan’s new partner and i now realise that i should’ve given more context in that this happens after monza. matthew does not hit callan because he’s jealous that callan has a partner.
i’ll give you the texts but like i’m really emphasising that they’re deleted for a reason… to me it is just incredibly out of place and it was never gonna make it in
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there are no real motivations (that we know of) that cause the monza incident. i think it’s sometimes the case that teammates just crash, you know? but also from callan’s perspective, he’s had a bad start to the second half of the season, a q1 knockout, a dnf throught his own doing, and also why the fuck was matthew with his sister??? and also he hasn’t beat matthew in the head to heads since monaco (of the ones that i’ve shown) and that was back in may.
matthew has slowly started to infiltrate into his walls even more, and he doesn’t NOT know how to deal with it… here’s a little bit from the bonus scene:
“I know what it’s like to…care about someone who's destined for greatness or whatever,” Daniel carefully says and Callan isn’t stupid.
He’s seen the times. He knows Matthew is slowly creeping up on his laps, taking a tenth here or there and it’ll only be time before those tenths mean being ahead of Callan.
(Depressingly, he suddenly realises, Matthew has been ahead of Callan. It’s been like that since Monaco.)
The media says they’re siblings, they say they’re friends but sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. Sometimes he’ll catch Daniel looking between them like he’s expecting something there, searching for some invisible thing Callan quite can’t define yet.
Sometimes, he thinks Daniel knows exactly what’s running through his mind when he looks at his teammate.
Sometimes, Callan thinks he’s right.
at this point callan knows there’s ~something~ there but does not want to open that door. he wants that door BOLTED. matthew has no clue. all teammates must surely act like this and if you remember, he specifically states that he watched max and daniel as his drivers growing up and we know how batshit insane they were in 2016-2018 so… in a roundabout way this could be daniel’s fault if you think about it
matthew’s also been pretty lucky. he’s only had one bad season with the team, his first one where callan has had to sit through bad cars and bad decisions since 2025. this is the first time in four years things have started to work. so yeah, maybe he’s a little bit annoyed that the matthew gets to reap all the benefits whilst he’s been labouring away for years on how to get this car moving.
i don’t know if that answers any of your questions i just came back from dinner and blurted it all out…
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dwtdog · 5 months
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Just wanted to let you know I'm still planning on writing the dnf mpreg fic with both George and Dream becoming pregnant. I now signed up for healthcare (American) just to get back onto ADHD medication to finish the oneshot. It will be done! At the very least take this except from the opening I wrote. I'm pretty proud of the first paragraph.
Neither Dream nor George would be able to pinpoint the exact moment they decided they wanted a baby. Maybe it was when George kept carrying around pillows, plushies, and even the cats like a baby. Or when Dream was out shopping for groceries and managed to spot a baby onesie in the style of a Minecraft creeper. Or when the two went out for a drive and saw another happy couple out and about with their toddler in between them, being swung back and forth with his bright laughter filling the air.
-Shrimp Anon
YAYYYY i'm looking forward to it :D that snippet is so cute and sweet :((
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