This story WILL NOT include lemon/Smut, Tommy is a minor and he feel uncomfortable when people sexualize him. Milestones: #65 - Quackity 144 views! #73 - Sapnap 184 views!?!?! #9 - Quakity 221 views!?!?! #8 - Quackity WTF GUYS 435?!?!?!? 504 Views!?!?! #11 - Tommyinnit! 600+ views! 1k VIEWS!?!? 2k VIEWS?? #125- Dream 10k FUCKING VIEWS!?! 16k VIEWS THANK YOU HOLY SHIT 28k VIEW SJSHSHSHS FUCKING HELL 96k VIEWS #10- Tommyxreader #10 - Mcc

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