Idk how I feel about this one, I feel like it got very out of hand way too quickly but also angst mmmmm yes

Also its really long lmao

It was supposed to based off Wilbur's song "Your New Boyfriend" but like I said it got out of hand

TW: toxic/borderline abusive relationship


3rd Person P.O.V.

GeorgeNotFound went live!

Dream blinked at the notification, frowning. He had been trying to contact the British boy all day, and hadn't gotten a single response. Hesitantly, he clicked onto the stream, watching George do a short intro before getting into his activity for the day. He was playing bed wars... with Sapnap and Bad, plus a mystery person.

This was concerning to Dream, considering George usually came to him first when it came to streaming. He didn't want to make a big deal out of this, he was pretty confident he wasn't being replaced... but it still hurt.

"Oh! I almost forgot, guys, meet Jared, my- um..." George was quite red in the face, glancing away with a large grin.

"His boyfriend," the mystery man, presumably Jared, finished. George put his head in his hands, but you could still see the smile on his face. This, for whatever reason, sparked jealousy in Dream. Without thinking, he made a donation, sending a message with it. George saw the dono, and completely ignored it. Now Dream was pissed. Of course, chat didn't miss the message, thousands of confused and concerned messages pouring in.

"Thanks for the subs-" Dream cut George off, leaving the stream. He spun around in his chair, hands balling into fists angrily. How could George just ignore him like that?

Sighing, he relaxed, fists uncurling as he stretched his fingers. No, he just needed to calm down... maybe George just didn't get his messages. So Dream decided to send another.

Dream: what's up with you?

Read 1:24 pm

Ok, so he was being ignored.

Dream: george please I'm worried about you

Dream sighed, putting his phone down. George couldn't ignore that text, he hated to worry Dream. Like magic, the Brit responded, causing Dream to quickly grab his phone.

Gogy: sorry I was busy with Jared

Dream closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't jealous! George deserved to have someone who loved him...

Dream: oh

Gogy: yeah, we met online, then met up at a coffee shop for breakfast like a week later

Gogy: we hit it off instantly!

Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes. Nobody asked, George. No, that was rude. Before he had a chance to respond, a picture was sent. It was a mirror selfie, of George sitting on the lap of who could only be assumed to be Jared. And Dream had to admit, the man was very good looking. His jawline was sharp, shoulders broad, and muscles flawless. Not to mention his fashion sense...

But Dream wasn't gay. He liked George as a friend, and just because Jared was handsome didn't mean he had a crush.

Dream put his phone down, huffing. He didn't bother responding, he didn't want to talk about Jared. Instead, the blond logged into Minecraft, starting his own stream, even though George was still streaming. He just did some speed running practice, the silence George usually filled was deafening.

It was just a silly thing, but it felt like a piece of Dream was missing. What was he without George? They were the best duo... of course, Sapnap made them the dynamic trio, but it was clear that Dream and George fit together well. And Sap was busy on George's stream anyway...


As time went on, Dream found it harder to focus on streaming and making videos. He watched George's streams, every single one featuring Jared. Dream wished he could talk to the brunette, privately, maybe over a discord call. But he was stuck in George's Twitch chat, while Jared was, well, in George's bed. And that was hard for Dream to accept. A part of him wished that he was the one in George's bed- as friends, he wasn't gay...


It had been two weeks since the arrival of Jared into George's life. It didn't take long for the brunette to abandon them all in favor of his boyfriend, which hurt. Dream took it the hardest, he was always the closest to George, and having him just leave like that broke him.

Dream stopped streaming, instead watching old videos of him and George and trying to fill the hole in his heart. He loved George- platonically, or so he assumed- and he felt replaced. All of them did, Sapnap, Bad, Karl, Quackity, everyone. Now it was George and Jared, and that was that.

George had stopped responding to everyone's messages. The most persistent of the group were even blocked, which sent them all red flags. Something wasn't right here, George wouldn't just block them for asking how he was... that wasn't who he was.

Dream had mostly listened, which was uncharacteristic of him. But afterwards, he sent a text to George, assuming that his best friend would at least respond to him.

Dream: hi George

Gogy: don't text this number again. I mean it.

Dream was, quite reasonably, shocked at George's response. This was very unlike the brunette, and Dream ignored the threat, sending another text.

Dream: I just wanted to know how you're doing?

You can no longer send messages to this user.

Blocked. George blocked Dream's number. He took a screenshot of the conversation, sending it to the discord server- which George had left four days ago. Immediately, Sapnap started a vc, everyone- minus Tommy, Tubbo, and George, obviously- joined, even a very sleepy Wilbur was on the call.

After nearly two hours of talking, a plan was made to get George back to them. All they could do is hope it would work.


Dream had always hated planes. Heights just weren't his thing. But his flight to England held the structural integrity of their plan together, and George was worth it.

Actually, the more Dream thought about it, the more he understood that there was almost nothing he wouldn't do for George. He loved the Brit... maybe not just platonically. The new revelation wasn't much of a shock to Dream, I mean people had been shipping him with George for quite a while. He was just denying it the whole time, because denying it meant he didn't have to deal with his feelings or try to find a label for himself. To him, he was never firmly planted in the "straight" category, he was always just... himself. He was Dream, and that was that.

But his feelings for George complicated things, made him question himself. Was he gay? He had dated girls before... maybe he was bi? It was a lot to process, and the plane trip- as long as it was, it wasn't enough time to figure out his sexuality. So Dream remained as what he had always been- himself.

He took an Uber to George's house, address provided by Wilbur (thank god somebody knew where he lived). A deep breath, and he was knocking on the door. The door that, when opened, would reveal the man he loved, the man he had been in love with for longer than he knew.

Well, at least that's what Dream expected. Instead, the door opened, and Jared was the one who answered. His expression was sour, nose turned up.

"What do you want?" His voice was different than on George's streams, it was harsher and had a slight growl to it.

"I came to see George-" The door slammed in his face. Dream just stood there in shock, completely lost. What was he supposed to do now?

"Who was at the door, babe?" George asked, voice muffled through the door. He also sounded different from what Dream was used to, he sounded- almost nervous?

"Some guy who said he was here to see you. Don't you remember what we talked about? I thought I made it clear I didn't want you talking to other guys, slut." Dream put his ear to the door, eyes wide as he listened to a conversation he was definitely not supposed to overhear.

"Please, Jared, I'm sure it's just a friend-" a loud slap was heard from behind the door, Dream gasping and putting a hand over his mouth.

"Shut your whore mouth. I know you've been sleeping around, you know how that makes me feel."

"N-no, please, I p-promise I haven't-" George let out a loud yelp, and Dream couldn't stand there any longer. He slammed the door open, thankful for his height as he approached Jared.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dream hissed, hands balled into fists. George was on the ground, one cheek looking awfully red. "Did you hit him? Seriously?"

"He deserved it. Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the police!" This time it was George who spoke up against Jared.

"Your house?! YOUR HOUSE?!" George shook his head, nose scrunched up. "Get out." Jared looked surprised, then back to furious.

"I knew you were a weak little slut. You had to get your freak boyfriend to come protect you? From me? Ha!" Jared gave each of them a death glare.

"GET OUT!" George screamed, Dream moving to the side to let Jared out the door. After he had left, Dream slammed the door, growling angrily. His gaze flickered over to George, eyes softening as he approached the boy, offering him a hand.

"George, I-" Dream was cut off by the smaller boy swatting his hand away, shaking his head quickly.

"No! Please don't touch me..." Dream nodded, backing off with his hands up.

"Ok, it's ok, I won't touch you if you don't want." George just sighed, cradling his cheek.

"Just... just give me a minute..." He stood up, moving his hand away. "Does it look bad...?"

"Just a little red. Are you ok? Did he do anything else to you?" Dream asked worriedly. George shook his head, touching his cheek tentatively.

"No... that was the first time he hit me, I swear."

"And the last," Dream added, eyes darkening. "I won't let that fucker ever lay a finger on you again, I promise." George sighed, brushing himself off.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine. I don't need you to protect me or anything..."

"Well, my flight back isn't for like, another week, so... maybe you'd want someone to stay with you, just in case?" Dream suggested. "What happened seemed pretty intense, and I always said I would visit you someday."

"Yeah... you did," a small smile appeared on George's face, and Dream grinned back at him. "No, yeah, you should definitely stay here. I've really missed talking to you- and everyone else, of course." A light blush spread across his face, eyes darting away.

"Aww, Georgie, we missed you too." He thought for a moment, adding: "I missed you." Without warning, George hugged him tightly, face buried in Dream's chest.

"I'm so sorry, I should've- I should've told you what was going on. He insisted on answering most of my messages... and I stopped getting them after a while, I figured everyone stopped caring or something..." he sniffed quietly. Dream frowned, holding George close.

"Nobody stopped caring, George... he blocked them." George looked up, eyes wide and watery. "He blocked me too. But I promise you, everyone cares about you. In fact, almost everyone was involved in getting me here to you."

"Oh..."

"Actually, we should call them. Let them know what happened, yknow?" George's expression turned to one of terror.

"No, please don't tell them..."

"Oh, no, I wouldn't do that, alright?" Dream gently cradled George's face, tilting his head with a soft smile. "They were all worried about you, maybe just a quick hello and telling them you're ok? And unblocking everyone, too." The brunette let out a long sigh, nodding.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine, lets do that."


I need to stay on track geez

Anyway I was thinking about maybe a part 2 telling the story from George's perspective? Lmk if that sounds interesting to y'all cause I'm chill with that