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

"I'd give everything if you would grant my love a pardon, and all the fruits again would fill the garden." Primrose Goode had spent her entire life bathed in the light before she met Michael Langdon. She thinks she has lost him forever until he reappears one day out of the depths of the nuclear winter. War is raging between two sides, and her hesitation to pick one is not the only obstacle for these seemingly star crossed lovers. The apocalypse couldn't keep them apart, but her mother might...

"don't you get it timothée? you're never going to understand what i went through all because of you." [social media x real life] timothée chalamet fanfic

"Moral of the story, don't die kids."

he traded his guns for love. unedited.

she was soft, awake and alive, swollen and heavy, with his love. [@withbirlem]