When George's mom starts to question his loneliness, George asks Dream to help him. Set in December of 2020. 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 will NEVER have any type of smut or any suggestions of smut. Dream and George are REAL PEOPLE. I ship their personas as Minecraft YouTubers. Please don't read on stream if the point is to make fun of this story. Being an author is my dream, and it's really disheartening to see that. Don't trash my work for the sake of your stream. Clay = Dream !minor cursing! Started: July 1st, 2020 Finished: September 19th, 2020 Word Count: 37, 880 Highest Rankings!: September 23rd, 2020 - #17 in minecraft September 20th, 2020 - #81 in dream August 25th, 2020 - #25 in dreamnotfound October 22nd, 2020 - #1 in dreamxgeorge December 10nd, 2020 - #966 in lgbt December 23rd, 2020 - #3 in gream January 5th, 2021 - #102 in georgenotfound

George is hopelessly in love with Clay, but he doesn't know how to express his feelings. Clay is concerned and confused about why his friend is avoiding him. High school first love, plus a sprinkling of drama. Dreamnotfound, Skephalo... If you enjoy a slowburn, you'll like this one. ___ High school AU (Contains other Minecraft Youtubers) ___ TW // blood, panic attacks, PTSD, gun violence, anxiety, swearing, sexual references, underage drinking. It's a hoot __ Thank you so much everyone for 1 Mil reads! Feb 2, 2021. It's unbelievable, thank you guys <3 #1 in homosexual April 25, 2021 I feel accomplished even tho its kinda a dumb thing lmao

Vent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words and emotions. Then again I also hope you aren't the type who frowns upon free verse. You'd be surprised how many people don't see the point of it if it doesn't rhyme. Just relate to my words and not my emotions and you will come out fine.

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]