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White Lies | DreamNotFound [COMPLETE] by DreamNeverTaken
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Dream and George are just vibing on minecraft with voice chat when someone interrupts George. George 'mutes' his mic but unknowingly misclicks, allowing Dream to hear everything. What Dream heard that day forced him to lie straight through his teeth to his closest friend. (I know, sounds cliche af lol) - ❕WARNING❕ This fic has: -Homophobia -Mentions of abuse -Threats -Things you should never do(arson, running away from home, etc.) -Some sort of angst ): - ABSOLUTELY NO SMUT ò_ó - Cover art by me - Keep in mind that all my shipping is respectful and of course if the cc say it's fine-- also purely for fun-- don't ever harass or be up in their faces about ships Only one ship in here as well- everyone else here is just friends Written coz I think the ship dynamic would be pretty pog imo - Started: September 5, 2020 Finished: October 15, 2020 - #2 in What for a long time XD wth #1 in wth 14/2/21
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