{Bottom Schlatt} ••••••••• Wilbur and schlatt worked together at a small coffee shop for quite sometime and schlatt feelings grew for him but one night before closing down Wilbur ran inside with blood covering him. that night schlatt found out that his best friend killed a man. ••••••••• Highest rankings: 4# Schlattbur

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

dreamland | glass animals wherein george has visions about his past life with dream after a near-death experience, or george and clay struggle as the fine line between platonic and romantic affection gets more and more foggy as time goes on. --- intentional lowercase :) cross-posted on ao3 (DISCLAIMER: this was my first fic, and therefore this is very cringe -- i suggest you go read my other ones because this truly is the black sheep among my works.) ( 01/11/21 - 02/04/21 ) wc: 29,005 words

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

Dream George and Sapnap meet up. They stay the week at Dream house. Little do they know that Dream becomes a little white blob when he's embarrassed/blushing/ to hard. (He looks like the cover photo) ⚠️cussing⚠️dnf⚠️ There is no smut, I can not write smut, I WILL NOT write smut for as long as I live. Ayo 20k+ reads!?!?!? HOW THE FRICK? THANK YOU SM

+×+×+×Completed×+×+×+×+ This is a Dreamnotfound/Gream fic, and it's only for entertainment. If they get uncomfortable with the shipping or fics, this will be taken down asap. As said, don't shove this ship in their faces. I respect and adore them both, but I wouldn't like seeing their friendship dwindle because of a stupid ship. -------------------《AU Introduction》 The world was Minecraft, everyone in an almost neverending loop of the game. The breaks from the loop happened every week or so, where everyone would be given a break, via a small comatose like state. Most of the time, while in your world, you would be playing the game alone, you'd be visited or visiting some else. If you beat the game and get bored of that particular world, you'd be transmitted to a different world. How will George, a 22 year old guy with a heavy British accent, react to Dream, a 21 year old gaming god (jkjk.... unless?) getting popped into a new world with him? ------------------ Sorry, I will not write smut, as im not as comfortable with it anymore, even with fictional characters. I might try angst, but I honestly just want to write an intersting plot with some of my fluffy bois :))) *+*+*Achievement Get*+*+* #3 in #gream (07-03-2020)

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

When a glitch in the game causes some active players in Minecraft have their consciousness get sucked into the game, 50000 people enter a coma. A coma where in they are stuck in a multiplayer based version of Minecraft, and the only way out is to beat the game. But as the weeks pass, and the trapped are slowly dying in the real world, countless pros are being sent into game in hopes helping beat it. Unluckily, Sapnap was playing at the time of the glitch, and of course as his friend Dream jumped in soon after. However when George tries contacting Mojang to get himself logged into the game, he is refused and denied the access. So now he has three goals: Get reunited with his friends Beat the game And Free the End And maybe confess his sprouting feelings for his long time bestfriend- *** Cover art is made by star.qazer on instagram.