Young, lonely George discovers he can use an old telephone to communicate with a boy living 50 years in the past

~Flowers From 1970~ REUPLOADED

The story is not by me, it's originally by astr0nomika I decided to re-upload it here so that everyone could read it due to the situation that the fanfic has been taken down in GoodReads I took the risks to upload this, so please don't report, if anybody suggests I take it down, I will. This is a DNF fanfic, if you don't want to read it, please just pass. Side note: This is just a fanfiction, do not believe any of the events from this fanfic is from real-life events because it's not.

This is the cheerleader George, football player Dream au nobody asked for... Clay "Dream" Collins is your average high school football prodigy, popular and charming. Nearly everyone at school is in love with him, most of which is from his own manipulation. George is a new transfer student that became captain of the cheerleading team. He is an optimistic boy who isn't afraid to dress feminine, and while many respect him for this, many judge him. After one eventful night at a party, Dream and George end up alone in a room, with George claiming he won't ever fall for Dream. Dream makes this his goal to change the male cheerleader's mind. How hard could it be? ----- cover art is by @pencantdraw on twitter! trigger warnings include: - alcohol/drug usage - eventual smut/spice - abuse/violence/sexual assault - eating disorder/PTSD/anxiety - self harm/suicide attempt (it's not that bad, most of the angst is in the middle chapters i promise :]) That being said, I will put any trigger warnings at the start of the chapter in which they occur. George has an eating disorder in this story so I won't always put a tw for it unless I go into detail about it, keep that in mind while reading. Sometimes I also mention previous events that have happened in the story that might be triggering so if I forget to put a tw, respectfully comment and let me know :) all of the characters in this story are simply characters, and do not represent them as real people milestones (ily guys): 1k- 3/25 ✔️ 5k- 3/27 ✔️ 10k- 3/28 ✔️ 50k- 4/6 ✔️ 100k- 4/15 ✔️ 200k- 4/27 ✔️ 300k- 5/7 ✔️ 400k- 5/13 ✔️ 500k- 5/20 ✔️ 600k- 6/2 ✔️ 700k- 6/24 ✔️ 800k- 7/18 ✔️ 900k- 8/10 ✔️ 1m- 9/14 ✔️ #1 in dreamwastaken: 4/17 #1 in dreamnotfound: 4/25 #3 in dnf: 4/29 #4 in georgenotfound 5/13 #32 in gream 6/2

FIN Heatwaves

"a dnf (dream not found) fanfic about two boys in different times that will definitely leave you sobbing" Originally written by astronomika

This is not my story and I do not want any credit for this story. ORIGINAL WRITER : tbhyourelame I only wanted a way for everyone to be able to read this amazingly written work as it was originally posted to ao3. If you can I know that the writer would really appreciate you reading the story on there however I know that there is a long wait time. Also I would like to say if tbhyourelame wants me to take this down I will do so straight away as I respect their wishes

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate was a written collab by @isntitcrazy and @honkdaddyy. Both of us do not want this to be reuploaded anywhere, and especially not here. We weren't going to upload Accelerate to Wattpad in the first place but people went against both of our boundaries and uploaded it anyway. If you see any fics of Accelerate that aren't from this account, please report them. There is NSFW in it.

⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.