It's an appload from A03 for those who don't have AO3 account :3 All credits to Thescus !!!!!! Art form @ups1gbt3f7op3dr https://ups1gbt3f7op3dr.tumblr.com

A Dream SMP AU with other Minecraft YouTubers. Technoblade is a teenage orphan with a horrible past who is taken in by a man named Philza. It turns out, he isn't the only one with odd, unexplained abilities. Before he can settle in with Phil and his crazy house of teens, Techno's past catches up to him with terrifying results. DISCLAIMER- I will not be doing an shipping or smut. There might be trigger warnings, so look out for those. This is my first ever story, so all feedback will be greatly appreciated! Also, the cover art isn't mine, I should probably clarify that.

༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

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