george gets pressured to go to a party. where he meets clay, his brothers best friend. george gets sucked into a game of truth or dare where someone later starts playing with his emotions. was it all just a dare? or was everything real? DONT read if these topics are triggering!!! -mentions of alcohol/parties/swearing/smoking/underaged drinking

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

george never was one to fit in at school and everyone knew that; they took ADVANTAGE of that. his home life was in shambles, his school life was no better, and all he had was memories of the one person he called home. for now. TRIGGER WARNINGS: attempted su!cide, od, abuse, panic attacks, death, swearing, yelling goals:) 10K(2/4/21) 15k(2/9/21) 20k(2/14/21) 100k(3/20/21) COVER ART MADE BY: @red_with_envy

Sequel to Hostage

༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

Dream is assigned to Prince George as his personal guard, but immediately hates the way George thinks so little of his royal title. Meanwhile, George struggles with his own emotions and is terrified of becoming King because nobody believes that he can lead. He pushes people away and doesn't want to let anyone get close to him because the last time he did, he was left heartbroken, but he slowly finds himself thinking about Dream more and more. George grew stiff, not wanting to address the situation earlier. He scoffed. "What is this, a costume party?" "No," the man spoke. "I just don't ever take the mask off. Not even for you." "Is that any way to talk to a prince?" He glared. "You're just another employer, don't think that means you have my respect." They had barely met for a minute and he was already getting under George's skin. He clenched his fists hard, digging his nails into his palms, trying to stop a possible overheated first conversation. "Well, at least tell me your name" "Dream. You can call me Dream."