Hi Peach! I Was Wondering If I Can Request A Fluff Cc!awesamdude X F!reader Drabble Or Headcanon (whatever

hi peach! i was wondering if i can request a fluff cc!awesamdude x f!reader drabble or headcanon (whatever you prefer / are more comfortable with) with reader having a bad day or being sad and sam taking care of her?

thank you so much :D

hands that heal

·˚ * summary: after an awful day, there's nothing you want more than to have Sam take care of you

·˚ * pairing: cc!awesamdude x f!reader

·˚ * warnings: negative thoughts, reader uses she/her pronouns, crying, self doubt

·˚ * word count: 634

·˚ * genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

·˚ * note: I can't express how much I loved writing this, Sam just seems like the perfect boyfriend and I hope you like it :)

Bad days were inevitable. There would always be a day where things didn’t go the way they were supposed to and you struggled with your usual tasks. But today wasn’t just a bad day, it was a downright terrible one.

Nothing was going your way and it took everything in you to not break down. All you wanted to do was lie down on your bed and try not to think about just how awful you were feeling.

You try not to make too much noise when you enter the house, slipping off your shoes by the door and tiptoeing around the living room.

Sam’s voice sounds muffled from your place on the couch. He’s probably streaming, having fun with chat and his friends.

Maybe you should tell him. Knock on the door, interrupt, take up space. You weren’t selfish enough to stop him from enjoying his day. To make him take care of you when you should be able to do it yourself.

Your body curls up into itself before you can stop. Turning your face into the pillow, you can only hope to keep the meltdown away.

“Baby.” You bury your face further into the pillow, too embarrassed to face him.

“Baby, look at me.” His voice is steady, gentle, hoping not to scare you away.

You hardly realize you’ve been crying until you turn to face him and find your vision blurred. When the tears do fall, his fingers sweep at the corners of your eyes, stopping them before they cascade down.

His face finally becomes clear and suddenly you want to cry all over again. You can’t find a speck of anger in his stare. Only a warm smile and a little bit of concern.

Your body dips as he sits down next to you and before you know it, he’s dragging you across the couch and onto his lap.

He cradles your face in his wide hands, fingertips skimming your skin. His hold is firm, but when you move to lie against him, he lets you.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” His chest vibrates against your cheek when he speaks.

You shake your head and he hums in understanding.

This time, his hands move up and down your back. His movements are light but still fill you with a sense of contentment.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” Your eyes open, not that you realize they’d ever closed, too caught up in relaxing for the first time today.

You push further into the hoodie he’s wearing, mumbling out an answer.

“You gotta speak up, pretty thing.” You know if you stayed quiet, he’d let you. Sam never pushed you to talk, always one to be respectful of your boundaries.

But that was the thing about Sam. You never wanted to keep things from him anyway.

“I just didn’t wanna bother you, Sammy.” It feels childish to admit. Makes you feel small and too needy.

Once again, his hands are lifting your face to his. You right yourself on his lap, busying yourself with evening out the strings of his hoodie, instead of meeting his gaze.

“Hey.” He doesn’t continue until you look at him, “You’re my girl. Ok? That means I love all of you, not just the happy parts.”

“Sammyyyy, stop being so cute, you’re gonna make me cry again.” You whine, feeling tears well up in response to his little speech.

With a chuckle he smooths the furrow in your brow with his thumb and kisses the pout from your lips. When he pulls back he’s beaming and the stretch of your own smile is hard to ignore.

It’s hard to feel worthy of someone like Sam, but every time you doubt yourself, he’s there to remind you why you deserve all the love he has to offer.

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???

I just realized that in Flowers From 1970

Dream would have woken up on the day George was born, probably knowing that this was the day the love of his life was finally in this world with him...

Wtf did he do that day? Did he silently whisper "Happy birthday" while smiling to himself? Does he do that whenever it's George's birthday? Did he keep count of George's age? Cuz he definitely knows, right???

I don't know about u but that's just.. ow..

wake up

cry over 2 gay people

sleep

Passionate Rambles

Pairing: Awesamdude x reader

Warnings: None, straight fluff

Song to listen to: Appreciated by Rixton

Summary: Coming home to Sam having a long day, you try and comfort in the best way you know how.  

Word count: 565 (just a little short one)

A/N: Hello!! This is my first Sam request; I’ve been putting this one off for a second because I got attached to the request and wanted to make sure I was for sure content with how it turned out!! I hope all my Sam simps like this one, I did this for you :)

ALSO, um sad-ist animation is out now and I am not okay.  Like there are so many small details that just destroy me.  If you haven’t seen it, go watch it NOW it’s so good.  

Turning the keys, you push open the heavy door to your shared apartment.  Quietly setting down your keys and wallet down on the counter in case Sam was streaming.  Making your way to his office, you place your ear against the door attempting to see if he was currently streaming.  

Not hearing anything you push open the door.  Your eyes scan the dark room in search of your tall boyfriend.  Seeing his hunched form slumped over his desk, his head resting on his arms.  

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