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Synchronised Motion (BoyxBoy) por bitter-babe
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Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually. Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau. *** Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall. Hard. "If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?" My brows draw. "Doing wha-" I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine. ***
forever. por k1ttygutss
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forever, for some people, isnt long at all. short story
philophobia /dnf/ por k1ttygutss
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it is the fear of falling in love. there is fear in everything dear. dnf. lowercase intended
Flowers from 2020 por pmccall2
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An alternate ending for the story 'Flowers from 1970' by the amazing @astr0nomika • Your story made me cry actual tears and inspired me to write again, so thank you for that. (I used a few of the lines from your fic to tie the stories together, hope that's ok!😬)
passerine por thcscus
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"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //
Dear Dream, por nessquickyo
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"I promise you. I promise I'll come back." He promises, George thinks wistfully. He promises such a thing- to offer George with his word on something, to uphold it. It's as if he's saying that he'll give the world to him, just for him. But somewhere is the lingering thought in George's mind is that he won't come back. That the cruel war that had riddled their land will take him too, and he will be left wonted and worry worn. George shivers at the thought. "You promise?" That you'll come home to me? And as if he heard those unspoken words. Dream beams at him. "I promise. You won't even notice that I was gone, my love." George releases a wet and broken laugh at the cheesy pet name. Dream does too before pulling him back into his embrace. They stay there for a bit. The war can wait. "I promise I'll be waiting." (or, the war au with letters and oscar wilde quotes.) ORIGINAL STORY ON AO3 (@Qekyo)
Lonesome Town || dreamnotfound por luvblooms
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In the chaos of an apocalypse, Dream finds himself wrapped in an adventure filled with memories, flowers and the melody to a rather specific tune. Along the way he finds a friend he'll never forget. * "Never do that again." George spits, glaring harshly at the blond in front of him. His expression softens as he notices blood seeping through the fabric of his friend's shirt. Dream tuts, wiping the red liquid from his lip as he raises a daring brow, an innocent smile on his face, "do what?" "Risk your life for me." * Inspired by the song, 'Lonesome Town.' [dnf, but can be platonic if you prefer.]
Your Majesty // DreamNap por smxkewhiskey
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. A dream x sapnap fic . Keep in mind I am shipping the mc characters they play as, not the people irl . There will be angst, but TW's (Trigger Warnings) will be put in the chapters including anything that could be triggering . This is set in the minecraft universe, not in the real world --- Nick is a prince. Yet, he always felt trapped. His home life wasn't great, and along with that, he was rarely ever aloud outside. And, naturally, he got sick of it. So, he runs. And he runs far, far away. The one good thing about rarely being aloud out is nobody recognising him, until his parents put out a reward for the missing prince, giving a full description. --- . Majorly inspired by the fic 'Crossing Paths' written by @VonsCorpse !! . Cover art by @umbra.png on instagram !!
rooftops  por maywashere_
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༄ 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
Your Heart Sang // dreamnotfound  por c4l4ngu1nh0
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TW: Esta história retrata fortemente os efeitos do suicídio, morte, etc. É um assunto principal e muito pesado. Por favor, prossiga com cautela. Eles eram inseparáveis, dois corações que seriam para sempre um- e, no entanto, agora um se foi, e George só restava pegar os pedaços quebrados do que havia sido uma vez. Após a morte de seu namorado Adrian, George não tem certeza se pode continuar, se vale a pena continuar em frente quando a única pessoa que tornou esta vida um tanto suportável se foi. Mas tudo muda quando ele conhece alguém que lhe mostra a beleza do mundo na forma de um violão. Inspirado no anime Given - Todos os créditos desta história vão para simplyephemeral no wttpd