I'm not mad...(DNF)
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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 animalsComplete
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MAJOR CREDIT TO TBHYOURELAME ON AO3!!! (@heytherestilinski on wattpad) "You melt me, Clay. Like a flame atop a candle, you melt me until I'm gone. And it's all because of that stupid fanfiction... plaguing my mind for the rest of time. You're my heatwave, Dream- and this one shows no signs of passing." In which a young minecraft youtuber can't stop Heatwaves from plaguing his thoughts- he begins seeing his best friend as something new... ⚠️Sexual Themes, Alcohol Mentions⚠️ 1k Reads: 12/06/2020💙 5k Reads: 12/07/2020💙 10k Reads: 12/08/2020💙 15k Reads: 12/12/2020💙 20k Reads: 12/17/2020💙 30k Reads: 12/26/2020💙 50k Reads: 01/06/2021💙 100k Reads: 01/18/2021💙 500k Reads: 02/28/2021💙Complete
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