DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

Dreamer is one of the smartest and most intense killers. No one could ever live up to his name. Police would get close, then the trail would go cold. Dreamer gathers a varied group of 20 victims per month, they get killed in various ways. Dream realized how enjoyable it was. He decided to create an underground facility- fittingly named Merciless, but nothing could make this operation any better until he met his favorite victim, George. Cover By: @MsRubyGrunch Rated: R Violence, Intense Gore, Torture, Nsfw (Tw provided ) ⚠️ Warning: If you are unable to handle intensive gore and violence do not read this book! ⚠️ ~Rankings~ #1 in #george #2 in #dnf #1 in #strongviolence #1 in #killerdream #1 in #insane #1 in #Dreamer #1 in #gream #1 in dreamxgeorge

After getting caught kissing a boy, George's parents gave him no choice but to go to Conversion Camp called Blue Skies where he meets a troublesome boy who calls himself Dream. George tried his best to turn his life around, but Dream seems to be changing that one action at a time. Based of the song Blurry Nights by BoyWithUke Cover Photo made by everyone's favorite editor @MsRubyGrunch Rated: R Violence Profanity Sexual Acts Rape Suicide Abuse Torture Inhuman Treatment ⚠️ Please proceed with extreme caution ⚠️ -Ratings- 1 in #conversiontherapy 2 in #conversioncamp

Dream doesn't remember anything from last night. All he remembers is briefly talking to a guy he hadn't spoken to since high school about a bar, and after that.. Just nothing. When he woke up during what he thought was the morning after, he felt completely bodied; patchy facial hair covering his chin and the steady beeping of a heart monitor to his right annoying him persistently. Something bad must of happened, but what? When he had finally pushed himself into a siting position, loud noises surrounded him. They felt foggy for a moment, his ears. ringing as he looked around, his head hurting as he tried to remember. In a moment he was surrounded by familiar and relieved faces, making him smile. "Hey Nick.. Darryl.." He looked around, seeing that Zak and Wilbur were there too, surprisingly. There was someone else there though, an unfamiliar face. His smile was wide enough to show his gums, and while it was absolutely adorable, Dream felt an unexplained horrible emotion take root in his heart. "Who... Who are you?" |SOME BASIC WARNINGS; THIS STORY FEATURES AMNESIA AND TRAUMATIC EVENTS (THEY WILL HAVE TWS WHEN MENTIONED). IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.|

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. ||

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]