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𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff] by karen-took-the-kids
karen-took-the-kids
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"But Clay- you don't understand I-" "Sir." His voice was low. George stilled, his heart beating in his mouth. "...what?" The taller strode forward, rocketing his large hand to wrap tightly around the others pale neck. George gasped for air as his hands grappled to be released. Dream could only smirk sickly, fingers tightening their grip. "Sir." George stiffened at the realisation. "It's Sir, to you." ----- OR: Dream is a university/college professor and George is failing his class... looks like he'll need to find another way to get a passing grade. +I swear there plot I swear - but this is a smut book. +Yes, all hail Dadza (Philza) as the head master. +the majority of the smp characters will be included +Tommy and tubbo appear but NO underaged weird minor shit !!!WARNING!!! THERE IS MATURE/ EXPLICIT CONTENT HERE! TRANSLATIONS : @kayawasfound for Arabic translation :) Started: 26/02/21 Finished: 25/08/21
Heat Waves by tbhyourelame. by deimalol4
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PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals