George was finally over his best friend, or so he thought. After nearly a year something triggers all his feelings that he had tried to hard so hold back. Now George is on a spontaneous one way trip back to london thinking this will be the key to solving all his problems... but maybe this just made it worse. ...
{COMPLETED} When Dream comes to London to surprise George, George can't help but wonder about the new feelings bubbling up inside. Is it normal to feel your heart speed up and tingles shoot down your spine every time your best friend makes even the slightest contact with you? And if he did actually like him, could th...
(A DREAMNOTFOUND FANFICTION SEQUEL) - Noun. philocaly (uncountable) The love of beauty. - A month after leaving Florida, George knows he must be aware of maturity and the future. On the other hand, a hopeless romantic is struggling with issues of his loneliness and longing for the touch of the boy he loves. Last but...
Noun. philocaly (uncountable) The love of beauty. --- A strong friendship, years of jokes and playing around until a sudden urge enlightens him. What the hell was going on in his mind, and why did these feelings for his best friend appear all of a sudden? Will meeting up change everything? --- I'm well aware both Dre...
After Georges sudden death, Dream finds himself struggling to deal with the loss. From not sleeping to barely eating, slowly he's destroying himself Until he gets a DM from Georges Twitter account.
[dreamwastaken x georgenotfound, road trip au, high school au, completed] Dream is running from his problems. You would be too if you were in his situation. Unfortunately, the only person available to help give him a ride is a childhood friend he hasn't spoken to since middle school. George is running from his memorie...
72,452 words "you tingle my heart strings dream, you vibrate them, you twirl them between your fingers like the most delicate yarn, you move them in ways i didnt think they could" "how so?" "you play them gently like a violin yet at times you pull them harshly as if you're falling searching for something to grip onto...