I'm in love with a minecraft youtuber

I'm in love with a minecraft youtuber

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y/n l/n has been internet friends with wilbur soot for a while but when a heatwave hits london he is forced to stay with her for a week before a big meetup happens. Will they stay friends or will something more happen ;) 13+ 13 AT LEAST credit goes to drx3am on wattpad this story is loosely inspired by it so give them a follow :) I have full permission to use it NSFW in some chapters be warned please don't read those if you are younger that 13-14 please for your own good lol
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Reupload of Heat Waves by tbhyourelame on AO3 Please do not report!! Uploading this for those who cannot get an AO3 account. Please check if you can make an AO3 account and if you can, please read the story on there and directly support the creator. Thank you!! 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

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