When a glitch in the game causes some active players in Minecraft have their consciousness get sucked into the game, 50000 people enter a coma. A coma where in they are stuck in a multiplayer based version of Minecraft, and the only way out is to beat the game. But as the weeks pass, and the trapped are slowly dying in the real world, countless pros are being sent into game in hopes helping beat it. Unluckily, Sapnap was playing at the time of the glitch, and of course as his friend Dream jumped in soon after. However when George tries contacting Mojang to get himself logged into the game, he is refused and denied the access. So now he has three goals: Get reunited with his friends Beat the game And Free the End And maybe confess his sprouting feelings for his long time bestfriend- *** Cover art is made by star.qazer on instagram.

george has a hard time at home, and one night leaves. he's sort of rescued by a stranger on the beach, but it's not long until they become far more than strangers. does contain: swearing, alcohol, smoking, abuse, angst, nsfw and other possible triggers. #9 in stories

in which george is a street kid in downtown los angeles and clay is a struggling youtuber from florida trying to support his best friend. ~~~ tw; alcohol & drug use, violence, swearing, homophobia, implications of smut no warnings in chapters. the chapters are named after songs by pity party (girls club), go listen to their stuff, they're amazing word count: 21095

WARNING: Some chapters contain triggering subject material. Reader discretion is advised. I, defelala, wrote this fanfiction. If you see anyone else posting this fic, or using it's cover, please let me know. Dream has feelings for George, and he accidentally confesses whilst recording a video. 💖 Sapnap approved 💖 (He read this and thought it was cool) Cover by: Nical/Cricut tysm

[FINISHED] A story of GeorgeNotFound coming to terms with his feelings for his best friend and battling with his issues. -- big big thank you to the amazing @raviolihailstorm for the cover <3

{COMPLETED} When Dream comes to London to surprise George, George can't help but wonder about the new feelings bubbling up inside. Is it normal to feel your heart speed up and tingles shoot down your spine every time your best friend makes even the slightest contact with you? And if he did actually like him, could that ruin their friendship? disclaimer: this was written in may 2020 and i like to think i've vastly improved my writing since then, read at your own risk but don't judge me haha

Dream doesn't remember anything from last night. All he remembers is briefly talking to a guy he hadn't spoken to since high school about a bar, and after that.. Just nothing. When he woke up during what he thought was the morning after, he felt completely bodied; patchy facial hair covering his chin and the steady beeping of a heart monitor to his right annoying him persistently. Something bad must of happened, but what? When he had finally pushed himself into a siting position, loud noises surrounded him. They felt foggy for a moment, his ears. ringing as he looked around, his head hurting as he tried to remember. In a moment he was surrounded by familiar and relieved faces, making him smile. "Hey Nick.. Darryl.." He looked around, seeing that Zak and Wilbur were there too, surprisingly. There was someone else there though, an unfamiliar face. His smile was wide enough to show his gums, and while it was absolutely adorable, Dream felt an unexplained horrible emotion take root in his heart. "Who... Who are you?" |SOME BASIC WARNINGS; THIS STORY FEATURES AMNESIA AND TRAUMATIC EVENTS (THEY WILL HAVE TWS WHEN MENTIONED). IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.|

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. ||