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“i don’t know what to do with your kiss on my neck, i don’t know what feels true but this feels right so stay a sec… i wanna be alone, alone with you.”

a c!dreamnotfound one-shot based off the song “hostage by billie eilish”

WARNING: dreamXD is considered a figment of george’s imagination in this and george questions reality a bit so disassociation?

dreams pov (third person)

the room was hot, it felt like he was in the nether. but he wasn’t. here he sat, all alone. in a cell. of course he was one of the most powerful people on the server, but right now he was powerless. not because he didn’t have him to call upon technoblades favor, not because he could figure out how to break his way out. but because he was worn down to the shell of a person, he’d lost the one thing that meant most. the one thing he’d pushed so hard to get away. george. his george. that’s the one thing that mattered. what did the boy think of the masked man now? what had he heard? sapnap must have told him something, dreams old best friend had threatened him after all. told him if he escaped he would kill him all on his own. if he could say that to dreams face, what could he have said to his beloved george? that no longer mattered because here he stood, in this stupid cell. nobody could get to him without sams permission. yet sometimes he’d still here a familiar sound, the sound of someone so close yet so far out of reach. the laughter of george. it would remind him of the times when dream was out of prison, before all of this had occurred. when it was just him and his two best friends… his family. his brother and his boyfriend. so that’s what drove him insane. not the idea of what he’d done. but simply the idea of how his actions had completely destroyed his relationship with the only people he had ever loved. possibly his sentence was worse than tommys exile, yes he’d tormented the boy. but there’s one thing tommy had that dream never would. hope. there was no hope for dream. george was gone, forever.

george’s pov (third person)

the chilly breeze left goosebumps all over the brown haired boys arms, it was cold. so so cold. not only physically, but mentally as well. life had been so good… for so long. he was king, he had friends. hell, he even missed a war so he didn’t have to live through that pain. but one day it was yanked out of his grasp. dream was taken away, just as dream had snatched his kingship away. george knew it shouldn’t have hurt as bad as it did. dream hurt him. multiple times. yet here he stood, staring at the prison debating entering. recently things had gone crazy. a man had been popping up… but could he be considered a man? or a god? it was odd, when dream was gone another version of him had began popping up. first in small little time periods, such as behind trees which typically led to the smaller brunette chasing after nothing into the darkness of the woods or the gaping pit of what used to be l’manburg and now into full fledge conversations. then the god made him make a promise, to be his forever. then they went and the weird figure started scaring george’s friends away, but then when asked later… nobody remembered. they claimed george had been speaking to himself which left the boy wondering if he’d gone crazy. he needed dream, was he just making up this imaginary dream to feel less afraid? just so he could feel dreams protective grasp once more. so that’s how he found himself in the cold entrance of the prison, it was now or never. george needed to decide. was he giving up on his lover or not? after a moment of debating, he gave in. at least if they spoke he could feel dreams presence even just one last time. so there he went.

general/both (still third person)

“sam?” george called out in a soft tone, peeking his head in and looking around before rushing to the doorbell that summoned the guards. he pressed it and took a step back, looking around in a cautious manner. he propped up his glasses and set them on his head instead of over his eyes so he could see even in the dark atmosphere of the prison, holding his cape close and waiting for the creeper person hybrid to show up. that’s when he heard his voice. “george… what do you need?” echoed through the room and he took a deep breath, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders a bit. “i’m here to visit dream.” “what for?” “i’d just like to speak to him.” that’s when he was commanded to step into the portal. he rushed to it and stepped in, watching everything distort into a hue of purple before slowly placing everything together as you would a puzzle. suddenly he was in a separate room, he stepped out and looked at the white room. it was plain and small. but before he could decipher anything else he was told to step back into the portal and the same process happened all over again, except this time he was in a huge waiting room. he turned and there stood sam, tall and strong with his head held high. george’s head fell a bit and he rushed over to the desk sam stood at, looking around at the room. “hello, so may i see dream?” he repeated himself and sam just stood, staring at him with a stern look as if deciding what to do with him. “yes. but i must ask you a few questions and you have to read this book, then sign it.” george nodded to show his understanding. “what’s your relationship with the prisoner? do you believe he deserves to be in here?” what was his relationship with dream? they were boyfriends… kind of. they hadn’t been on the best of terms when dream was brought here. did dream even still love him? did george trust him? regardless, george knew he couldn’t answer the last question truthfully. he wouldn’t be allowed in. the dream he knew… that dream was different. sure he’d make mean jokes but never once did george believe he could harm anyone unless they dared lay a finger on george’s pretty little head. so george decided to stretch the truth because yes, this version of dream deserved to be here. but the dream george knew, george’s dream deserved happiness. so he’d just stick with sam’s version of dream. “we’re uh… we’re not on the best of terms, but friends id say and i do believe he deserves to be here.” with that, george went through with the prison process. soon he found himself standing in front of lava, it was suddenly very hot and it made george cringe. what was happening to dream? but before he could ask about dreams living conditions, he was told in a stern voice “step on the platform. walk with it.” then there it went with a small click he was on it.

“george…?” dream called out, his eyes snapping up as he spotted the british boy stepping off the platform. it took all he had not to let the tears fall. george’s eyes softened and his whole demeanor seemed to relax, there was dream and oh god did he look different. he looked so… tired. that shattered george’s heart. why did he still care about someone who had put him through so much pain? “dream.” george whispered, stepping up to the barrier and tilting his head. the lava fell behind him and he was let in, the barrier dropping. dream rushed to the smaller male and pulled him into his arms, george flinched slightly. dream had hurt so many people, would he hurt george now? that action hurt dream, more than could be imagined. that’s when he broke down, the tears falling. he gently cupped george’s cheek and looked down at him “i’m sorry… i’m so so sorry.” he whispered to him, which made george relax. here was his dream, his soulmate. not the dream sam or sapnap or tommy knew, just the dream he knew. the kind and loving dream. george leaned into his touch and pulled him close. “it’s okay. we’re okay.” he told him in a gentle tone, gently dragging a hand through the blondes hair as he quietly hushed him. “i’ve missed you so much” dream told him and tilted his head, looking down at george. the british boy smiled softly and wiped away his own tears, laughing a bit “i’ve missed you as well. i’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner.” he said sadly, although dream just smiled. god how he loved the boys voice. how he spoke so kind, yet his british accent held so much confidence. in dreams eyes george was perfect. “what have they done to you?” george asked, weakly pulling away and sighing softly. the sight in front of him was scary. his boyfriend seemed to be in so much pain. “well, i used to throw my clocks in the lava so that was taken away and i’ve been living off raw potatoes.” george’s jaw dropped at the boys statement. “i’m so sorry.” “it’s okay.” “no it’s not.”

then there was silence. the two stood, admiring each other for a long time. before dream suddenly broke it “i will get out. don’t worry. then you will be my king, nobody will be able to harm us ever again.” dream said softly and george took his head, leaning against dream as the masked man grabbed his waist and pulled him in. “how will you get out?” george asked and tilted his head, confusion filling his eyes. dream simply smiled “oh come on now gogy, you know how smart i can be.” dream assured him, george knew this should have unsettled him. the worlds biggest villain assuring him that he would make an escape. but he wasn’t scared. dream would never ever hurt him. “is there anything i can do to help?” george asked and bit his lip, staring up at him in shock. dream shook his head “i’ll be okay, i have a plan. i’ll escape.” dream stated and george smiled weakly, nodding to show his understanding. “our little secret?” george asked in a hushed down and dream chuckled, nodding his head. “our little secret.” dream stated and rubbed george’s back, that’s when he realized george would need to leave soon. “time to go, i love you george.” george’s heart sunk and he buried his face in dreams chest, quietly crying. “i love you as well dream…” george said in a quavering voice, that one hurt. george never convinced his love. but here he stood, clinging onto dream. that’s when dream knew he needed to get out. not for himself, but for his beloved george. “now go, but remember what i said.” george nodded and smiled weakly, wiping his tears away and calling out for sam. once everything was all set up, george stepped onto the platform and waved goodbye to dream. then just like that he was gone.

dreams pov (third person)

the lava fell down, covering the cell once again and he was left in silence. he stood there for a moment, the british boys scent lingering on his prison suit for a moment until it was just gone. that’s when the tears fell, he turned his back to the wall and slid down. he buried his face into his knees and sat there sobbing. he needed george back, he needed that comfort and now he could guarantee… he would do ANYTHING to get out.

i really hope you all enjoyed this! i’ve been thinking of posting some of my writings on AO3 so how would you all feel about that? also don’t forget to send feedback if you’d like and send me some requests <3

it would definitely be over something stupid, such as george refusing to admit he loves dream back or somebody flirting with dream and george getting jealous. their fights would never last long because of this.

dream loves to spoil george, meaning george has become quite the spoil brat. dream would most likely use this against him and tell him how he’s given him everything and doesn’t understand why he can’t just admit he loves him.

george loves being a tease and is as stated previously, spoiled. he’s a brat. so he’d definitely keep yelling nonsense at dream and acting as though he’s some king who deserves the world and that dreams just being irrational.

dream would say something to push george over the edge and make the boy cry. this would hurt dream more than anything. knowing he made the boy cry, george would instantly be forgiven and dream would go to comfort him.

after some fighting george would eventually give in and allow dream to give him a hug then end up crying into his shoulder for awhile. dream would give in and try to give george a present, gift giving is dreams love language after all. the gift wouldn’t do much but george would ask for reassurance

the argument would end in “you’re my king, you rule this server.” from dream and george going “i love you dream.”

it would take A LOT of courage for george to go to the prison, he’d feel immense guilt for abandoning his friend but he would also be anxious knowing sam and everyone else may be suspicious because of their very good unique relationship.

both of them would be very tense at first, but would quickly warm up to one another. dream would clearly be different and it would frighten george since he wouldn’t want to lose his best friend. but dream would assure him he’d escape just for him, so they could be happy and stay close to each other.

george would feel some guilt for smiling over that, but it would also leave a warm feeling in his heart knowing dream would do such a thing for him. part of him happy that he could have the scariest most powerful person on the server wrapped around his little finger.

it would hurt george to leave, dream would be able to tell. dreams last words to george would be “remember what i told you.” which would be referencing him telling him about his escape.

george would keep their conversation a secret from sapnap, he loves sapnap dearly but dreams his soulmate. somebody he trusted and loved dearly, the look on dreams face when he saw george come to visit him would be enough to push him to keep his secret.

part one of my first georgenotfound X dreamwastaken series

in which a unlikely duo, a hockey player and a ice skater meet and become close.

the soft crunch of snow underneath george’s feet as he stepped into a familiar place he considered home, the ice skating rink, left george excited for the next two hours of his life. when he was only ten years old he had began ice skating and in all honesty, he could see a future as a professional ice skater for himself. it was something he loved and treasured deeply. a after school activity that had soon turned into a full fledged hobby. he was now a college student. the brown haired brit had decided to finish his schooling in the united states, finding the new country to be interesting and a seemingly nice change from the united kingdom. he had even managed to find some wonderful friends to speak to including a boy named karl jacobs and another boy who happened to be from mexico named alex, people called him quackity. george wasn’t quite sure why, but he still respected his friends boundaries and called him what he had been asked to. quackity was a hockey player for their colleges team, while karl was a fellow ice skater. the three were incredibly close.

george stepped into the warm lobby of the ice skating rink and smiled softly at the receptionist, giving her a small wave before heading into the locker room. he slipped off his scarf and gloves, along with his hat and sweatshirt. he found it easier to just wear a tight fitted t-shirt to avoid any fabric getting caught on him while skating and a pair of sweatpants. you’d be surprised how warm you get while skating. it was best to always keep outfits simple, tight fitted and not to warm. that was a mistake george had learned back in london when he’d first started ice skating. george sat down and hummed a song to himself, taking his shoes off and slipping on his snow white ice skates with a small smile. he checked to make sure the skate covers were taken off before slipping his headphones in and pressing play on his practice playlist. he headed out into the rink itself, skating towards his coach and of course his friend karl.

“hello george, today we’re just going to be improving on our stamina so you’ll be doing whistle stops and you will be practicing your routine for next weeks competition afterwords. karl here will help you. you stretched before coming, correct?” she told him with a soft smile, awaiting his answer to her question. george nodded “yes, mrs. johnson.” he responded, skating off with karl.

“did you hear that the hockey teams starting practice early today?” karl asked, skating next to george. the boy had a very similar outfit, consisting of a hoodie and sweatpants. he tended to get cold easier so he wore warmer clothes than george. the british boy shook his head “nope, i guess we’ll have to hurry up then” he responded with a small chuckle, before throwing karl the whistle and awaiting for the familiar sound of the whistle to go off. phwwwwwwht. then he was off, skating at top speed to the other side of the rink. phwwwwwwht. he came to a halt. phwwwwwwht. he came racing back to his friend. this lasted for a good while until it came time for george to practice his routine. the boy spun in intricate, well thought out ways. his delicate hands moving in beautiful ways, his legs moving with him to create a magical dance like routine.

“it’s our turn, time to get off the ice.” echoed through the rink

george’s spins came to a halt and he turned to karl, flashing him a soft smile. “well, ready to go?” he asked his friend and skated off towards the entrance. somebody caught his eye, a blonde male. he sat next to a boy with a mischievous look in his eyes, they were speaking with quackity. for a moment george wonder why until it crossed his mind, quackity was a hockey player. how could he be so dumb to forget that? before he could snap out of his thoughts he heard karl exclaim “do you see how that guys looking at you? it’s like you’re naked or something.” that comment made a small giggle escape george’s lips. “oh please, i doubt he’s looking at me.” he exclaimed and turned, heading into the locker room.

meanwhile, gathered on a bench dream, quackity and sapnap the trip spoke amongst themselves “hey quackity, do you know that guy?” dream questioned, turning to quackity who let out a small laugh. “of course i do, who don’t i know? that’s george. he’s a foreign student from london or something, he’s really sweet” quackity explained and stood up, going to step on the ice. “you think he’d give me his number?” dream asked rather quickly, which left both quackity and sapnap laughing. “i don’t know man, go ask and see for yourself.” quackity stated and skated off. sapnap turned to dream and flashed him a smile “go ask man, i’ll tell coach you went to the bathroom” he responded before following close after quackity.

george stepped out of the locker room, with a slight limp. his legs hurt from all the physical activity and he was about ready to go home and sit on the couch, just eating ice cream and doing his homework. on his way out, the blonde boy from earlier stopped him. “hey, hey, wait!” he heard from afar, george turned with wide eyes and glanced over at him. “yes?” he spoke and holy shit, did that smooth british accent catch dream off guard. he knew george was british, but how could somebody’s voice sound so heavenly? dream stood up straighter and coughed a bit, flashing the shorter boy a smile. “i was... i was wondering if i could have your number? maybe we could hang out after my practice ends? i could take you out for dinner or something.” dream rambled on, gaining a small chuckle from the brunette as he rolled his eyes. “i don’t see why not, give me your phone.” “what?” “give me your phone.” “why?” “so i can put my number in dumbass.”

“i’m a god, george. i could give you anything your heart desires. don’t you love me?”

dreamxd tends to get very angry and lost within himself, many people on the server tend to dislike this about him and actually fear for george. but george doesn’t care. the god reminds him of the man he once was close with. he would do anything to receive the love his old friend gave him before he was imprisoned. dreamxd provides that love and warmth he desires.

as we all know, george is always sleeping. dreamxd doesn’t have many other friends on the server, so he usually just watches over george. since he isn’t exactly human anytime george moves or begins to have a nightmare dreamxd is flooded with panic. he wouldn’t want HIS mortal to go through any pain and he doesn’t understand enough to know that although scary nightmares will always pass and george will wake up safe in his gods arms.

admit it, in bed dreamxd is the best george has ever had. he’s a god after all. he can make him feel ways no mortal could ever imagine making the man feel.

george would have severe anxiety over storms, after an incident with a trident and a tall building george fears being electrocuted so he typically has dream come over to his house seeing as dreams house is top secret even to george.

dream finds george’s fear adorable, he enjoys being able to protect the smaller of the two. it makes him feel powerful and in control, although deep down he knows george probably holds all the power because of how in love he is.

they usually cuddle up and talk about current events on the smp, sometimes george scolds him for bullying the minors other times dream teases george for sleeping far to long and missing important events.

anytime there is thunder followed by lighting, dream tightens his grip on george and holds him close reassuring him that they’re safe and sound inside and there should be no worries about lighting striking them.

they would have planned their first meeting for WEEKS, with covid issues and stans always going crazy when there is any sign of george being in flordia with dream and sapnap. they would also be wanting to hide their romantic relationship from everyone so they’d want to figure out ways to act like romantic gestures were simply them being friendly.

george would definitely over pack and receive a call from dream, laughing at him for packing such random things and maybe even making jokes/statements such as “why do you NEED your pc? just stream from my computer while you sit on my lap.” of course george would use the argument that dream was a faceless streamer and it just wouldn’t work. he’s really just shy. they both know it too.

they’d have a countdown, for a week straight they’d do something over the phone. possibly just watch a movie, or game or even just talk. it would make them more excited for george’s arrival.

when george finally arrived, it would be like one of those cute couples compilations. george would drop his luggage and sprint to dream, dream would pull him into the biggest hug he could. neither of them would let go for a long time until sapnap finally tried joining in, that would give everyone a good laugh.

the first night george would stay on the couch until everyone was asleep and then would head into dreams room and they would end up falling asleep together, george in dreams arms. it would be an amazing feeling. one they’d waited for since their first meeting.

at the end of the trip george wouldn’t want to go. he’d met his soulmate. his person. he wouldn’t ever want to leave dreams safe grasp.

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dreamnotfound (i tend to write them the most)

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latenight facetime calls

pregnancy headcanons

living together

popular reader

peter parker - one shots

jealousy —

barry allen – headcanons

teenage! barry allen X reader

yandere! barry allen, working together

harley quinn - headcanons

batfam — headcanons

batboys! X reader

Yandere! jason todd X hero reader

bruce wayne x ceo! reader (yandere)

yandere! jason todd x reader (general)

yandere! dick grayson x famous writer

johnny cade - headcanons

johnny cade x reader

johnny case - blurbs

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dallas winston - headcanons