Olive. He Pulled Her Closer, Pressing His Lips Against Her Forehead. It Doesnt Matter. Whatever It Is

“Olive.” He pulled her closer, pressing his lips against her forehead. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever it is that you’re crying about, I will fix it. I will make it right. I—”

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!

Read the entirety of The Love Hypothesis in one sitting and I am happy to announce that I am in love with Adam Carlsen

wake up

cry over 2 gay people

sleep

Thinking about how my mom tried to “seduce” my dad when they were in college together by sneaking oranges into his backpack, because she grew up food insecure and feeding someone/sharing food was a big deal with her upbringing with a lot of emotional meaning–

and meanwhile my poor dad is just convinced that he’s been haunted by some citrus poltergeist because why the fuck are there always oranges in his bag he swears he did not put there???

“No, please... Don't say that. you love him not me”

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1.“i love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?” 4.“wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME?” 7. “ i lo—-” “No, please... Don't say that you love her/him not me"

Cc! Dream X gn! reader

Genre :angst angst AnGsT ANGST

Summary : you have been noticing the weird pattern in dream's routine and today you decided to confort him...

Warnings : mentiones of dream's real name, sadness :)

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You have been waiting for dream to return ever since he said he was visiting his friend but over the past couple months you have been noticing weird things starting to happen. Dream staying out late, him rearly being with you, always talking about his best friend goerge. I mean you also liked goerge as a close friend he was selfless, friendly and such. but the way Clay was looking at him was the same way he used to look at you...

And now you are waiting for him to return so you have the talk with him— your thoughts has been caught off by the door opening

“clay..” you called for him “y/n?! I thought you were sleeping”

“we need to talk” “ok... About?” clay answered cautiously “about where you have been going. You think I haven't noticed how distanced you have been?” “can't we do this tomorrow? I'm tired right now” he groaned “clay you always say that!! I just wanna know what i did wrong??” you say shakingly “what do you mean??, I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” he says Angrily “ wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME?” you asked while on the verge of tears "you think I don't know what has been going on between you and goerge.. Hell I don't hate him for it I mean how could I hate him??..” “No... No I lo—-” “No please... Don't say that you love him not me” you say holding in you tears “I will leave tomorrow morning, good night clay"

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Sorry if there is English mistakes I apologize for them English is not my first language :)

I hope you have a nice day/night!!!

BRO.

CW - flowers from 1970: chapter 18

I’m literally shaking and crying 

the image of dream slowly putting down the old telephone and collapsing on his bed after holding the phone in his hands for 5 minutes straight. Knowing the cord had been cut, he starts to cry while trying to redial George’s number with no response. He wants to hear his voice one last time. He wants to kiss him. He wants to see him. 

SOBBING.