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Chapter include(s):
-Angst
-DundyNotFound
Song chapter: Heather
[Changed a few things because this is a bottom Dream.]
So sorry for not updating this... I just lost all motivation... Heck, I don't think I even like writing anymore...
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Fundy POV (Because the song is on POV)
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I still remember the sixth of December, me and you on the alter. You said we were perfect together, didn't you? But only if you knew how much I really liked you. But I watched your eyes as he walks by; what a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than a verdant eye. You've got him mesmerized. While I die...
"Why would you ever kiss me?!"
"..I.."
"I'm not even half as pretty..."
He gave you his sweater. It's just like polyester, but you like him better...
'Wish I were George...'
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Watch as he stands with him holding your hand, put his arm around your waistline, now I'm getting colder... But how could I hate him? He's such an angel, but then again, I kind of wish he was dead as he walks by; what a sight for sore eyes... Brighter than a verdant eye. You've got him mesmerized while I die...
"Why did you ever kiss me..?"
"Fundy.."
"I'm not even half as pretty..."
He gave you his sweater... It's just polyester, but you like him better.
"Fundy... I-"
"I wish I were George!"
"F-Fundy..."
Why would you ever kiss me...
I'm not even half as pretty...
He gave you his sweater...
It's just polyester...
But you like him better...
Wish I were...
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Sorry, this wasn't like the other 1k worded chapter... Please understand the fact that I can lose interest in something too...
thoughts on the chapter?
I'm updating beyond all measures as of right now with 2k words to make up for my absence...
347 words
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FanfictionThe title says it all. Dream centric. Bottom. Smut. Fluff. Angst. I'm too lazy to fucking finish this goddamn description-
