Bye ~ dnf
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  • Reads 68
  • Votes 9
  • Parts 5
  • Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Jun 27, 2022
Mature
George is 23 and Dream is 21, Sapnap it a therapist at this point for George. Even though George still talks to Dream about important things in his life George has yet to tell him the has abusive parents and it's not getting any better especially since they found out George is gay, so he doesn't want to go back home over the quickly coming break just to be abused by his parents, but Sapnap doesn't have space and he can't tell Dream about his parents. What will Goerge do?

there will be no smut or nsfw in this story, but it will have some strong language which is why it is under mature
Tws
Self harm 
Abuse
Anxiety/Panic Attacks
Homophobia
Strong Language
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48 parts Ongoing

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.