there was something majestic about how the mist covered the water underneath the bridge. can't tell where the water is. can't tell what's down below. can't tell how deadly the fall is. he looks down. the only other thing he can see besides his ratty sneakers is the pavement below his feet. he looks to his right. george is crying. he looks to his left. dream isn't looking him in the eyes. he looks up. the sky is gray and dull, like his eyes in the mirror. he jumps. the fall is beautiful. [crossposted on ao3 under the same name]

⚠️the cover for this book is NOT mine i honestly found it on pinterest but the caption thingy said it was from @ JLemongrass 🍋 on twitter sooo😅⚠️ please give suggestions on what i should do🤍 this is all for fun so don't take it seriously!!! the seggs parts are gonna a little uh interesting so just bear with me 😀

George has issues. A lot of them, actually. His mother was diagnosed with cancer a couple years ago; his friends left him shortly after he'd suddenly vanished for two weeks, not responding to any messages or calls; and he was working two jobs a day - just to afford living here somehow. He felt as if he was all alone in the whole world - and almost everything made him feel absolutely gutted about it. So it's no surprise he felt the need to do something for it to go away. trigger warning! self-harm mentions

A serial killer AU that revolves around a local psychopath taking a liking to a guy on his vacation to Florida with his friends.

They're friends, right? Friends make jokes like they do all the time; you can make inappropriate jokes about your friends and not mean it. You can joke about how much you're in love with them, right? Right? Dream and George have been and will always be friends, even when George smiles like that, and laughs like that. Even when every word he says adds another butterfly to Dream's stomach. Life without George would be unbearable, but living like this, every day in agony, can he stand that either?

boys in dresses, football games, first loves, and watermelon red bull; the high school experience. •in progress! •no upload schedule •slice of life fluff

Dream learns three things when a man falls out of the sky and lands in front of him: 1. Normalcy is relative. 2. Guardian angels exist, and he has one named George. 3. He really needs to come up with better pick-up lines.

「 花吐き。」 ❝ it's too late to say how i feel. ❞ 「 dreamnotfound hanahaki disease au/fanfiction (read the first page first!) 」 「！FINISHED！」 highest rankings: ㅡ #1 in dreamxgeorge ㅡ #1 in chats ㅡ #2 in painful ㅡ #2 in epistolary ㅡ #2 in sadstory ㅡ #3 in bbh ㅡ #13 in minecraft ㅡ #32 in sad ㅡ #43 in dreamnotfound ㅡ #100 in shortstory ㅡ #117 in dream

✓COMPLETE✓ ᪥︎🌻lowercase intended🌻᪥︎ DreamNotFound short story. the song Sunflower from seirra Burgess is a loser but it's a high school AU with Dream and George. Not following the plot of the nextflix show, just the song. This story would be an emotional rollercoaster guys. In this story, George is a new kid at his highschool. He's struggling with his mental health at the time but also the fact he's a closeted gay in a home and school of basically homophobic people. And of course, George fell hard for Mr. Popular. Clay. The only kid that wore a mask day to day without being judged. George always wore hoodies to hide his shame. Trigger warning: shame meaning his emaciated form from starving himself and the pale scars on his arms. He had no one to turn to. You're good with no more triggers now George walks the halls day to day, hoping he won't be shoved around anymore. He's on the verge of breaking but refuses to give up, that hope in his heart that it'll all be worth it. Clay, Mr. Popular is the best kid in school. Popular, funny, outgoing, jock. (Not on the football team tho, to cliché) All of it. One thing nagged him however. He was a playboy, bouncing from girl to girl. Not because he wanted to mess with their hearts, he just never felt comfortable with them. Clay didn't know it yet but accidentally ending up with the new boy's number may be the best thing that happened to him.

*SEQUEL TO THINK ON ME. PLEASE READ THAT FIRST.* Set in February of 2021. If George and/or Dream say that they are uncomfortable with this being written, I will take it down in a heartbeat. As of right now, they have said that they don't mind things being written about them. But it's their basic human right to change that opinion. This is a ship story! This story won't have any type of explicit smut. Dream and George are REAL PEOPLE. I ship their personas as Minecraft YouTubers. Clay = Dream !minor cursing! Started: October 5th, 2020 Ended: March 6th, 2021 Word Count: 34,332