No, Please... Don't Say That. You Love Him Not Me

“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!!!

[The Love Hypothesis, by: Ali Hazelwood, aesthetic]

"carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man."

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

"You can fall in love: someone will catch you."

"You kiss him and next thing you know he's saving your ass and he's buying you scones and calling you a smart-ass in a weirdly affectionate tone"

"She would have loved to run to the edge of campus and scream into the void until modern civilization collapsed, but that wasn’t exactly a pressing matter."

"God, she had forced a married man, a father, to kiss her. Now people thought that he was having an affair. His wife was probably crying into her pillow. His kids would grow up with horrible daddy issues and become serial killers."

"his calm acceptance of her anxiety relaxed her"

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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..

clingy

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

genre: angst to fluff

description: you overhear george talking about how he wishes you weren’t as attached to him as you are, so you give him exactly what he wants

you sauntered over towards your bedroom door, a plate of food being balanced in your left hand as you held a small bottle of water in your right. george was recording a new video with dream.

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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.