They found him at the side of a road; a small child obviously malnourished and uncared for. a small boy with little to no memory of who or what he was. A small boy in a box. They called him tubbo; tubbo grew up chasing bees, playing in boxes and boats. But tubbo got older, he got responsibilities. And now his past is haunting him literally.

Bad, Sapnap, Dream and George made a decision to live together. All through ups and downs, they stick together even when things take turns for the worst. story contains themes of - - nsfw -self harm -abusive relationships -suicide -alcohol -bad eating habits

[#1 in "skephalo" - 10/06/2019] [#1 in "minecraft" -02/06/2020] (cover is drawn by kokoacat on instagram) Zak, nicknamed Skeppy, is a popular baseball boy at North West High School. Darryl, nicknamed BadBoyHalo, is a nerdy senior at North West High School. All it takes is one moment for both of their lives to collide. ~ NO SMUT but skeppy is the sub in this story lol sorry for those who prefer him to be more of a dom

Kalopsia- 2 definitions 1~A Condition, State, or Delusion in which things appear more beautiful than they really are. 2~Beautiful sight, or with beautiful eyes This is super old- back before the dream team existed and all that so it may be a bit different

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