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And George shifted closer, movement stiff and his head downturned, but he still crossed the gap, he still tried to reach for Dream. “I’m with you, Dream. Do you understand? I’m okay because I’m with you.”
“You mean right now?”
George nodded.
Dream thought about it, the two of them in the present moment, or even moments earlier, standing outside so close, so close. Hot breath, hands brushing together, lips on his ear. Even the sound of their conversation, the way it spun around them and brought them together, connecting them to this earth.
“Would you be okay without me?” he said quietly.
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or, the halloween fic where dream reminisces on the past, as well as his feelings for george
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27 Jan 2022
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a lack of air supply by ghostdrinkssoda
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
21 Jul 2021
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Maybe if he asked, Dream would somehow hear him. Maybe he would grin, lift the mask from his face and let George take him in, let him wake him up. He just needed to see his face again. That would be enough.
“Please, please. Don’t leave me here.”
It didn’t matter that Dream was a monster. George couldn’t care less. He literally couldn’t, he didn’t have it in him to care much about anything anymore. Reality had fallen through a hole in the bucket. There was no picking it back up. All he remembered was the Dream from their beginning. Anything that came after was distorted, nightmarish.
And George was more than happy to forget.
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or, the blurring between dreams and reality, and whether george cares about the difference anymore
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20 Aug 2021
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He wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was meant to be a lazy afternoon in the middle of spring, grass pulled free from the soil and thrown over their arms and legs. He was meant to be questions at 4am and sleepovers, his hand tightly wound in Ranboo’s as he whispered secrets to him no one had ever bothered to learn before. He was honey on toast, he was the glow in the dark stars in Michael’s bedroom.
But right now, Tubbo was none of those things. He was a wounded animal – a fawn with bullet holes piercing its newborn breast, the waning moon its only witness as it decomposed in the weeds.
Ranboo felt his stomach constrict, his tongue tasting more and more like tar as the seconds collapsed to nothing.
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or, the fic where c!beeduo actually fucking communicate ft. emotional baggage, bravery, and 3am conversations
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20 Aug 2021
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Did I ever tell you the story about the immortal and his three sons?
No? Well it’s a story about love.
And loss.
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First he was Wilbur. A name meaning resolute, brilliant. Like daybreak.
It sounded like a beginning.
Then he was Soot. Soft, dark, and staining. Like ashes, it was everything that was left behind.
It sounded like an ending.
Some names stuck. Some names could never be forgotten.
Wilbur Soot was one of those names.
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or, Philza's journey to understanding mortality
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20 Aug 2021
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tntduo but they kiss (untitled) by f1nnitesimal
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
22 May 2021
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How Wilbur kisses him through the months.
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- Part 1 of getting fuckimng smooched
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17 Aug 2021