Dream and George are just vibing on minecraft with voice chat when someone interrupts George. George 'mutes' his mic but unknowingly misclicks, allowing Dream to hear everything. What Dream heard that day forced him to lie straight through his teeth to his closest friend. (I know, sounds cliche af lol) - ❕WARNING❕ This fic has: -Homophobia -Mentions of abuse -Threats -Things you should never do(arson, running away from home, etc.) -Some sort of angst ): - ABSOLUTELY NO SMUT ò_ó - Cover art by me - Keep in mind that all my shipping is respectful and of course if the cc say it's fine-- also purely for fun-- don't ever harass or be up in their faces about ships Only one ship in here as well- everyone else here is just friends Written coz I think the ship dynamic would be pretty pog imo - Started: September 5, 2020 Finished: October 15, 2020 - #2 in What for a long time XD wth #1 in wth 14/2/21

When Dream enters school on a Tuesday morning, he doesn't expect to meet a new transfer student, who'll soon become a good friend. There's only one problem. He doesn't speak. //DISCLAIMER I DON'T SHIP THEM IRL, THAT'S YUCKY. I JUST WANT TO WRITE STORIES PLS- also uhhh mature themes!!! a bit of angst. read with caution edit: 1st in dreamnotfound on 31/10/2020 - 8/11/2020 that's poggers :o 1st in gream on 26/11/2020 wooo

Darryl and Zak HATE EACH OTHER. Zak bullies Darryl at school a lot. Until they meet each other online and become best friends. But little did they know who was actually behind each other's screens.

[#1 in "skephalo" - 10/06/2019] [#1 in "minecraft" -02/06/2020] (cover is drawn by kokoacat on instagram) Zak, nicknamed Skeppy, is a popular baseball boy at North West High School. Darryl, nicknamed BadBoyHalo, is a nerdy senior at North West High School. All it takes is one moment for both of their lives to collide. ~ NO SMUT but skeppy is the sub in this story lol sorry for those who prefer him to be more of a dom

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. ||

"A story of a mysterious but unstable serial killer falling in love with a pure and wholesome boy, just as unstable as him."