' uh yeah , hey you got the wrong number , just thought I'd let you know ' ♡ ♡ ♡ in which a wrong number call and an overly dramatic voicemail lead to unlikely friendships. dakota ivan miss-clicks when typing in her sisters phone number, and accidentally leaves the blood god himself a two minute voicemail rant. rather then pass it off, he decides to respond with one of his own.

Dream (Clay) and GeorgeNotFound (George) being more than homies. Guys being dudes, homies being homos, all that fun stuff. Adult language is used so proceed with caution, but nothing very upsetting beyond that. Sort of making this up as I go but it'll be a fun time. No au, normal YouTubers 🤙

flower boy was everything that he ever wanted. [lowercase intended!]

Skeppy had died. Just a day ago, the virus finally took control of him. And yet, here he is, alive and well. Somehow, he had went back in time with vague memories of the future. He was set on changing things, especially the fate of his friends. Only, this time around, things are different? (Minor skephalo and Dreamnotfound)

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. ||

Wilbur is a prince who used to rule the world. He is one of the unfortunate royals who experienced and witnessed a fallen kingdom, although it isn't his own. It's not like he owns one, not anymore. **THIS IS A JOKE, THIS ISN'T MEANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!! THIS IS ONLY FOR FUN!!!** [[this can be seen as platonic or romantic, whatever.]]

only leaving this up for memories. i no longer support wilbur soot. COMPLETED. a wilbur soot fanfiction written by yours truly. imagine falling in love with a stranger living on the other side of the world. - most chapters are fairly short if you're into that kinda thing. THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE THE CALLMECARSON DRAMA. - #1 in lunchclub tag! #5 in callmecarson tag! #2 in wilbursoot tag! #1 in tednivison tag! #5 in minecraft tag!

George is an Omega, and he has a slight problem. He's in love with his online best friend, Dream. What happens when George accidentally admits to liking Clay? Will they have a falling out? Or a make out? This is a Gream or Dreamnotfound (GeorgexDream) fanfiction. This story has the following: Swearing Alpha/Omega Dynamics Angst Fluff Smut (Has warnings) - Disclaimer over -