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. ||

[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

Quarantine hit just as George flew into Jacksonville, Florida for a business trip. Usually, he and Clay met up once or twice to hang out before ultimately resuming their own lives. This time, though, George's hotel shuts down and his return flight gets cancelled in the midst of the pandemic. Thankfully, his best friend offers him a place to stay until everything blows over... but how long will it be until that happens? And what may the two be up to while the world around them is in disarray? Word Count: 50,455 (that's a novel!! >:0) At time of completion: 35K views 2K votes 3K comments #24 in Minecraft #4 in Gream #16 in Dream