Angst
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But We're Not Normal por DandelionDictates
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Sequel to Like Normal People Do. Being normal people isn't as easy as Clay and George once believed.
dysphoria | mcyt por rosego1dd
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❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴇ? ❞ Badboyhalo never hid anything from his friends. It was out of character for him to do so, actually. He never expected the past to come back to bite him, either. And yet, here he was. His entire life collapsing around him. But why? (CONTAINS SWEARING) » cover art by @arashineko_arts on Instagram! Go follow them :) » NOT a ship fic!
Crack Of Dawn (Dream x GeorgeNotFound) por SonaBuvelle534
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A serial killer AU that revolves around a local psychopath taking a liking to a guy on his vacation to Florida with his friends.
Dreamnotfound/gream- Bloody ink por CocoBeeBunnie
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When George starts coughing up feathers and ink he tries to disappear, however dream won't just allow him to disappear without giving his reason (cover is temporary)
suffocation | dreamnotfound por aha_al3x
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in which dream would rather die a painful death by petals for his love, rather than pretend like it doesn't exist. and his love, george, has no idea. no smut | hanahaki | heavy topic of death
Begonias   por FlowingPastYourStuff
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When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||