Tommyinnit is y/n's younger brother. his fame was unexpected and made y/n very proud of her brother. but when y/n wanted to start streaming her fame came quickly and made tommy very happy. y/n also did minecraft and cooking. One time Tommy begged y/n to play with him and go on the dream SMP when she does she clicks with tommy's best friend. NO LONGER DISCONTINUED !! FINSIHED NOW !! 50K+ Reads on February 15th! 105K+ Reads on March 22cd!! Insta- Bladehasdrugz Snapchat- Blade_bee420 gamer tag on xbox- mushroom1120 tiktok- bladehasdrugz ADD FOLLOW AND TEXT ME. STOP DONT READ THIS IT SUCKS.

"Okay TommyInnit, you win this time." "I win every time." You never had a PC, until your minecraft streamer brother, Sapnap, had bought you one. You met this guy named Tommy, and developed a crush on him. You always found that dumb. It's silly, he doesn't like you back. Right?

trigger warnings are at the beginning of chapters, please read them! i do not ship dream and george in real life, this fic is just for fun. if i'm asked to take this down by them i will do so immediately! that being said, enjoy the fic!

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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