#1 minecraftyoutubers (06-21-2020 to 07-05-2020) #1 sfw (08-26-2020 to 10-08-2020) #1 thetrio (07-20-2020 to I forgot) #1 bromance (09-27-2020) Pictures are not mine! Credits to the rightful owners! Yes, this is a DreamNotFound/Gream fanfic. Warning ⚠️ (You have been warned.): Do not read the book if you do not like boyxboy. Do not read book if you are looking for smut, you'll just be disappointed. Do not read book if you don't like fantasy and romance. Do not read book if you want a pErFeCt book, we don't do that here. ♡★♔♚♚♔★♡ Text on Cover: A trip to paradise gone wrong. A major turn of events got them to realize and show their true colors. But will things really go back to normal? ♡★♔♚♚♔★♡ George, Dream, Sapnap and Bad won in a Minecraft team competition and received a two-week trip to a remote island all for themselves. Everybody was so blinded by the hype of getting two weeks of tropical paradise that they forgot to do their research properly. Well, atleast it was worth it in the end. ♡♡♡ Join our discord: https://discord.gg/62wkrCW

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

"You know Austin, right?" Maddy asked. "Like Austin show Austin?" You asked in return. Maddy nodded. "Yeah, that guy. I got a DM from him today about another Love or Host, he wants me to do." "Ah." You said. It wasn't uncommon for Maddy to make an appearance on that particular show - she had been friends with Austin for a good while, and was one of his go-to's when he needed someone to participate. "Who for?" "One of those Minecraft guys, I don't know." She shrugged. "Anyway, Austin said he was short on participants, and I told him that I had a hot roommate who might be down for it, so I wanted to ask if you would consider hopping on for this one." You pursed your lips. "When is it?" "Couple days. Friday night, I think around like 7?" You pushed off the bed, going over to the corkboard that housed your entire life - sticky notes pressed into the shape of a calendar, each labeled with a number and a list of things you had to do that day. You glanced at Friday's note - mostly empty, except for a few online classes in the morning. If you wanted, you could probably do it. You looked back at Maddy. "You can tell Austin I'll do it." She perked up. "Yeah? You will?" "Yeah." You said, pulling down the sticky note for that day and writing down 'Love or Host - 7' at the bottom of the list before sticking it back up, pinning it in place. It wasn't that big of a deal really. They just needed another person to participate - and going on the Austin Show was always good publicity. "Awesome." Maddy said. "Trust me, this is going to be so fun."

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

✰ dreamnotfound. (COMPLETED) ✰ George has always had a fascination with the mysterious Dream's work. Paintings line his home signed by Dream, and he even runs a blog on his work in his spare time. Clay is the masked Dream, afraid of the world. He paints pictures of emotions he longs to feel - love, happiness, as well as emotions he feels too often - fear, sadness, and anxiety. He never showed his face when painting to escape the media. Everything was as fine as it could be, until Clay meets the bright and enthusiastic George, who pulls him into the world to show him emotions he had only painted. George painted Clay's world with emotions he had never felt before. If only George knew Clay was the one behind the mask. ✰ usual disclaimers apply :) - tw: alcohol use in a later chapter, there is a warning before the chapter :). there is also a depressive tone used in relation to one of the characters. - rated mature for language! - NOTE: the name switches from clay to dream are IMPORTANT and on purpose. :) - words: 21,018 - started: 8/21/20 - completed: 8/29/20 ✰ MILESTONES! :D #1 dreamnotfound 11/19/20 1K reads - 10/13/20 100 votes- 10/14/20 2K reads - 11/4/20 200 votes - 11/4/20 3K reads - 11/14/20 300 votes - 11/9/20 4K reads - 11/19/20 400 votes - 11/19/20 5K reads - 11/20/20 500 votes- 11/21/20 10K reads - 12/10/20 1K votes- 12/31/20 20K reads - 2/27/21

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦 agreed to date for 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, oblivious as to how that would change the way they perceived each other -- Art by 𝘮𝘦 -- Dream or George, 𝘪𝘧 you read this, then um... 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺...? 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 12+ #10 dreamnotfound - 29/09/2020 #1 gream - 10/11/2020 #1 dnf - 17/11/2020 #1 gayboys - 19/11/2020 #1 shipping - 21/11/2020 #5 gayships - 26/11/2020 #4 fanficromance - 08/12/2020 #6 gayfiction - 21/12/2020 #1 gayaf - 23/02/2021