After a joke becomes a reality, George becomes an American citizen in a way he never thought he would: by marrying his best friend. It wasn't a big deal. The plan was that they'd get married, go through the whole citizenship process, and get George his green card. After that, they'd file for a divorce and it'd be like it never happened. However, their plan and their reality don't quite line up when their feelings begin to get involved. Started: August 29, 2020 Finished: October 19, 2020 #1 on lighthearted tag [x2] ❤️❤️ 11/8/20 WE HIT 100K READS!!!! 12/9/20 #14 dreamnotfound :,) 12/18/20 #1 ON GEORGENOTFOUND TAG :0 12/6/2020 WE HIT 200k READS!!!! 12/26/2020 WE HIT 300k READS!!!! 1/13/21 WE HIT 400k READS :0!!! 2/4/21 500K READSSSSS!!! 2/18/21 #3 on dnf tag :0 2/25/21 600K READS WHATTTTT!!!! 3/20/21 700K READS!!! 4/21/21 800K READS!!! 5/19/21 900K READS!!! 7/3/21 1 MILLION READS AHHHH!!!

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 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. ||