「 花吐き。」 ❝ it's too late to say how i feel. ❞ 「 dreamnotfound hanahaki disease au/fanfiction (read the first page first!) 」 「！FINISHED！」 highest rankings: ㅡ #1 in dreamxgeorge ㅡ #1 in chats ㅡ #2 in painful ㅡ #2 in epistolary ㅡ #2 in sadstory ㅡ #3 in bbh ㅡ #13 in minecraft ㅡ #32 in sad ㅡ #43 in dreamnotfound ㅡ #100 in shortstory ㅡ #117 in dream

So just random bits of Dreamnotfound fluff. This isn't really scripted or outlined or anything, just me practicing my fluff writing skills. No smut, although there are a few implications oopsie. Requests and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thanks! :) Cover: https://twitter.com/ATiredMasa/status/1276579662248865793 If you can draw better than me (so like pretty much everyone), feel free to send me covers!!!! :)

George is hopelessly in love with Clay, but he doesn't know how to express his feelings. Clay is concerned and confused about why his friend is avoiding him. High school first love, plus a sprinkling of drama. Dreamnotfound, Skephalo... If you enjoy a slowburn, you'll like this one. ___ High school AU (Contains other Minecraft Youtubers) ___ TW // blood, panic attacks, PTSD, gun violence, anxiety, swearing, sexual references, underage drinking. It's a hoot __ Thank you so much everyone for 1 Mil reads! Feb 2, 2021. It's unbelievable, thank you guys <3 #1 in homosexual April 25, 2021 I feel accomplished even tho its kinda a dumb thing lmao

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