Quackity and Wilbur always seen fighting, arguing, insulting each other. But they don't do it because they hate each other, no, they do it as a cover up. The two have been keeping a secret that they are actually together, but as things start building up, being secret lovers is the least of their problems. ------------------------------------------------- Warnings: Cigarettes/Smoking Malewife and Girbossing Smut 👀 maybe some misspellings --------------------------------------------------- Hello! Author here! This is my first story so I HOPE it isn't bad. If there any more warning I should put I will add them! Constructive criticism is welcomed also! Except about capitalization... I am too lazy for that. I hope you enjoy my book!

REMEMBER THAT I'M ONLY SHIPPING THEIR LORE CHARACTERS, NOT THEM IRL this is my first wattpad story so please don't expect this to be a masterpiece or something. also english is not my first language so sorry if the spellings are bad. :')

Tên gốc: Flowers from 1970 Tên tiếng Việt: Những bông hoa từ năm 1970 Tác giả: astr0nomika Truyện đã được tác giả đăng trên Wattpad, đây là bản mình dịch lại để mọi người cùng đọc

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