《Playmate | DreamNotFound》
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 2h 26m
Complete, First published Jul 01, 2022
Mature
A Poppy Playtime AU


Your little broken heart is full of pain.
Through the rest of your life, it will remain.

Walls surround you,
with nowhere to go.
The walls are closing in,
with no more airflow.

No one can hear you
like you are never there.
No one can help,
no one is there.

Kicking and screaming,
yelling for help.
No one will hear you,
you are all by yourself.

Thousands of tears
rush down your face.
Inside your mouth
blood is all you taste.

Blow by blow,
you take the hits.
But not a single
sound escapes.

"I'm sorry." will never be enough.
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Heat Waves by tbhyourelame

12 parts Complete Mature

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