One Step at a time

One Step at a time

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Sep 20, 20243h 24m
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(Trigger warning for Heavy angst, Self harm tendencies and eating disorders) Fade is really struggling to find her place at the protocol, it's been 7mths since she joined and she finds herself without a friend in the world, even Sage is weary of her and doesn't really like being in the same room as the dream seer. This has really started to effect fades mental health, her troubles go unnoticed. One day fade is selected to go on a mission that changes the course of her life in the protocol
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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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