Suggestion #25 - DreamWasTaken, Part 2
YOOO WHATS GOING ON GUYS, ITS YOUR FLYING FALCON WITH THE SALT GUN, BACK WITH A WHOLE NEW ONESHOT JUST FOR YOU!!!
This is the part two of the sad dweam oneshot, the one where he ends up crying himself to sleep and shit - someone literally told me they would give up their kidney for this, so... uhm, yeah, this ones for u, whoever you are... and then also the many others that said they couldn't live without this.... hope u...
ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am so sorry for what youre about to read please dont sue me
george the screamer😏
Dream
Dream
dweam🥺
Dream, hellooooooo?????
Are you there?🙄
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george the screamer😏
omg!
did you seriously just leave me on read... again?
You can't keep ignoring me, Dream, even if it hurts, alright?
I told you I would be there for you, but that requires you actually being responsive
Dream, come on, please
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george the screamer😏
we haven't heard from you in a week.
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george the screamer😏
Nick and Y/n are really worried, and you know they've tried messaging you too.
Have you even opened them?
Listen, I get it hurts right now, but Dream, just because Nick and Y/n gets together, or whatever their situation is gonna end up being, you can't just let it ruin your friendship.
Think about how long you've known sapnap for, and think about how much Y/n means to you. Do you really wanna ruin that by ignoring them?
And also why are you ignoring me I haven't done anything
[ pissbaby🟡🤮 is typing . . . ]
Clay hadn't gotten out of bed for a week, not really, at least. Ever since the incident that happened over the stream with you and Nick just a week ago, he had gone completely MIA, and he hadn't even done it intentional; he just felt no motivation at the moment, no big brain ideas that he just had to do right away, and he had instead been left in his own mind - his own mind wasn't a place he wanted to be in right now.
George was right, he had recieved a ton of messages from both Nick and you, but also his other fellow friend, BadBoyHalo, who had noticed that his twitter accounts, Twitch and YouTube profiles had gone quiet. He had responded Darryl, as Bad's real name was, with a simple "im ok", after Darryl had typed a long paragraph about how he was greatly worried, especially after he had talked to George, Nick and you about it, with all of them having the same answer - 'I haven't heard from him in a week.'
Everything around Clay had gone quiet, and nothing felt the same, except for Patches, who was being her usual, dorky self. She had, despite all, managed to bring a smile onto the blonde man's face multiple times over, and he truly was thankful for her.
And George. Clay couldn't have gone through his heartbreak had it not been for George texting him to check in every day, multiple times might he add, and even if he didn't respond, the blonde man was more than thankful for his best friend. He would have broken down a lot more than he had already done, if he didn't have that assurance that Patches wasn't the only one left to keep him company that wouldn't cause him pain and that annoying pressure on his chest that, before you and Nick, wasn't all that often.
But now, he lived with feeling like a weight was pressing down on his chest, and a fist wrapped around his heart.
pissbaby🟡🤮
im lost, george
i dont know what to do
george the screamer😏
Oh my god, you actually responded
Finally!
are you okay?
pissbaby🟡🤮
no, im really not
ive been spending the last week fucking crying with patches
i dont know what to do
george the screamer😏
Dream, Im so so so sorry
i dont even know what to say other than I'm sorry.
I hate that i cant do anything to help you, otherwise i would do it.
What do I tell bad, sapnap and y/n?
they're worried sick
pissbaby🟡🤮
just tell them im fine
tell them something personal came up or something
i really dont care
george the screamer😏
Okay, I will
please, Dream, text me if theres ANYTHING
alright?
I wanna help you
pissbaby🟡🤮
thank you so much george
i dont know where i'd be without you
just
thank you
yeah...
george the screamer😏
You're welcome :)
as long as you feel better soon
pissbaby🟡🤮
ill try
ill try, george, i promise
i love you <3
george the screamer😏
Yeah, yeah, whatever😳
ily too i guess
Wait, no, I didn't mean to send that!!!!!!!!!
omg......!!!
pissbaby🟡🤮
i knew you'd come around eventually😊
george the screamer😏
I hate you
pissbaby🟡🤮
when✌🏻 hes👦🏻 hot🥵 and 🔄 hes😔 cold🥶
hes🤨 yes👍🏻 and🥺hes🤡 no👎🏻
hes🤮 in🏠 and😃 hes🙄 out🏕
george the screamer😏
NOT ANY MORE COPYPASTAS PLEASE
Clay smiled the slightest, and was about to reply to his best friend, when a knock ran throughout his house, causing Patches from next to him to jump up from her place and run to the door.
Clay furrowed his eyebrows together, having not remembered ordering any food throughout the day. But then again, his body worked on autopilot, and had been for the last week, and really, he sometimes didn't even realize he was doing something until it was already done. Yeah, many times, he even forgot he did something all together.
All because he was too busy focusing on the weight on his chest and the fist around his heart.
The knocking kept on carrying itself throughout Clay's whole living space, and with a groan, he dragged himself out of bed.
On his way out, his bare feet stepped over some used napkins, a couple of empty pizza boxes, some empty Chinese food boxes and bottles that used to hold some kind of liquid, whether that be the empty vodka bottle laying tilted beside his bed or one of the many hollow soda bottles.
Clay didn't prepare for the worst when he opened his door, and that, was a grant mistake at his part.
Because as he swung open the front door while rubbing his eye as Patches retreated back into his room, you stood there on the other side, panting.
And the weight on his chest suddenly worsened greatly, as if 100 pounds more was just added, and the fist holding his broken heart captive, tightened.
Why did it hurt so much to see you... yet he still felt a small butterfly fly around inside his stomach?
"Dream," You breathes out, holding one hand to your chest while panting, as if you had just ran a marathon, "Oh, thank god it's actually you."
"How'd you get my address?" Clay asked, confused, as he opened his door more to invite you in, an opportunity that you took. You took off your jacket, one that Clay then grabbed from your hands and hung it on a hanger right behind him.
"Sapnap gave it to me," You explained. "We were at the park, and we were both worried sick about you, so we canceled the date and he gave me your address so I could come talk to you."
"Uhm... Okay," He said, still a little confused, but nonetheless nodded along, and ignoring the twinge of pain flaring through his body at the mention of you and Nick's date, "What- uhm, what do you wanna talk about?"
You turned to look at Clay with disbelief in your eyes, looking at him as if he was crazy; you had been worried sick about him, not having heard his voice, or heard the ping of your phone from him texting you, all week, and he was asking why you had driven to his house to talk to him?
You wanted to talk to him about why he had been this... Unresponsive for the last week, and what had been bugging him, because clearly, it was something.
"About you not responding to any of our texts for the last week, maybe?" You exclaimed somewhat annoyed, turning back around to walk into Clay's living room, him following in tow, "Or maybe the fact that you haven't been online on Twitch, or Twitter, or Instagram, or anything, and that we were all fucking worried sick about you!"
"I'm fine," Clay croaked out, guilt bubbling inside of his throat - it was his fault that he had all his friends and fans worried, just like it was his fault that you now wasn't interested in him anymore, "And I'm sorry... Uh, I should've- I should've informed you that I would be taking a break."
"Why were you taking a break?" You asked, confused, and turned around once again to face the blonde man once you were standing in his living room, with him only a few feet away from you, "What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong," He replied defensively, "I just haven't been really motivated."
That was a part lie - Clay really hadn't been motivated to do much of anything, but he knew the reason why and there definitely was something wrong.
"Clay, don't lie to me," You shot back, with a little edge in your tone; did Clay not trust you enough to tell you what was really wrong? "I can see something's bothering you. Talk to me, please."
"I can't," He sighed, looking down onto the floor, "You'd hate me if I told you, trust me."
"There's literally nothing in this world you could say that would make me hate you," You insisted, taking a small step closer to the tall blonde man, who's face seemed to be the one disguising the hurt he truly was feeling through annoyance and a little bit of anger, "So, just tell me!"
"I can't!"
"Why not?!"
"I just can't, Y/n!"
"Give me a reason as to why you can't tell me, and I'll let it go!" You yelled in frustration.
"Because... Because I'm in love with you!" He eventually blurted out, yelling, and with his nostrils flaring with pain, and maybe even a little bit of anger, "And because you just at aight up ditched me for Sapnap! I don't know what we had going on before him and you, but it meant something to me, and it sure as hell meant something to my feelings!"
A beat of silence filled the room full of tension, before Clay's voice interrupted it.
"What, is it my looks?" With his voice breaking, Clay asked the question his mind had been dreading the answer to, but left no time for you to answer.
"Am I not funny enough? Handsome enough? Is it my laugh? It's my laugh, isn't it? Or am I just not enough for you—? Actually, the point's not why you're not interested in me, it's that you lead me on for months and the second I show you my face, you literally just fucking ditch me and leave me alone in the back while you go flirt with Sapnap right in front of me! And it hurts like fucking shit, Y/n, because you didn't give me any explanation, or told me what I did wrong, you just completely changed overnight!"
"You could've just told me from the start," With his voice breaking again due to the raw emotions he was showing as his broken heart opened up a little, he stared at you, his eyes starting to sting, "You could've just told me you weren't— that you weren't interested in me, but in Sapnap, and I would've backed off. I would've been fine! But now we're here, and you tricked me, you made me trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone else in my entire life, just to leave me with these feelings while literally feeling like a whole ass fist is squeezing my heart! It hurts so fucking much... But I guess you wouldn't know, huh? ... Because you have Sapnap, and you'll— you'll never like me like I like you, because you and Sapnap are gonna be happy together, without... Without me and without George. Just you and him, and constant pain for me."
When Clay's voice came to a stop, his panting was the only thing that filled the otherwise quiet room, and with remorse in your eyes, you put your hands onto the base of Clay's neck, and swiftly pulled him down towards you, and connected your lips together in a passionate kiss, one that, for just a second, left him stunned, causing his entire body to freeze in place.
For a moment, he let his instincts take over him, and enjoyed the moment of feeling your lips on his, a longing feeling he had dreamed of perceiving ever since he realized of his deep compassionate feelings for you. He had been wanting this for so long, and he had even gotten his heart broken in the process of waiting, but it had been a prize he had been willing to pay; he was kissing you, finally, and it felt good.
But how come it didn't feel as right as he thought it would? How come, the heart that he had thought would be fixed by kissing you, by being able to touch you, didn't fix itself and come together quite the way he wanted it to, and the way he expected?
It was actually.... Hurting him more than he was enjoying it. The feeling of your lips on his, it only reminded him of how you left him in the dust without as much as an explanation, and, with the knowledge of him liking you, started flirting with Sapnap - it only reminded him of the pain he had been in for the last almost month and a half, and the absolute excruciating heartbreak and misery he had been in the last week ever since Nick had asked you out on a date, one that you had accepted.
And so, Clay raised his hands that before were hanging limply by his sides, and wrapped them around your wrists.
And he pulled his lips away from yours, closing his eyes so you wouldn't see the pain hidden within them.
"No," Clay mumbled, removing your hands from his neck by holding onto your wrists and pulling them away, before letting go of you all together, "I can't..."
There went a moment of silence through the room, with you opening your eyes to look at the blonde man in front of you, who you only just realized looked at the verge of tears; his eyebrows furrowed on his face and eyes clenched shut, as well as his chin trembling slightly, something he tried to hide but you still caught onto.
"I can't do this," He continued, "You hurt me, Y/n... Worse than anyone's ever hurt me before in my entire life."
You had Nick anyways, Clay had no idea what you were doing here, kissing him.
"I know, Clay," You sighed sadly, tears gathering up in your eyes, "I know, and I am so sorry."
"It's okay," He nodded, opening his eyes once he felt he wouldn't show the liquid in his eyes - he did anyways, everything hurt too much to be locked away, "I just can't do this."
"No, yeah, that's completely fine," You said, sniffling slightly, "... I, uh, I really should get going, then..."
"Yeah..."
Silence once again loomed between the two of you as you just stared at one another.
One gaze was filled with guilt, while the other, pure pain.
The green eyes held the purest of pain one could ever imagine, even if he was exceptionally good at hiding it, while the (other) E/c eyes held the feeling of guilt inside of them. This was all your fault. You had caused this pain upon Clay, and you couldn't bear to see it for any longer.
So with a small wave, you headed for the front door, and you didn't look back, not even when you heard Clay's silent footsteps following after you, with your heart for a second hoping that he was following you because he changed his mind. But he never tapped your shoulder, he never grabbed your wrist to turn you around, he was simply there... Following you to the door, like friends do.
And when you turned around to face Clay with your eyes brimming over with tears, he didn't try to wipe them away with his soft hand, or reach out to try and touch you. He simply reached behind you to grab your jacket from the hanger he had hung it up on, and handed it to you wordlessly, looking anywhere except for into your eyes, that were screaming sorry.
He didn't try to stop you from leaving when you twisted the doorknob and opened the door. He didn't say a word, just glanced at your leaving figure, before averting his attention elsewhere.
Stopping halfway out the door, you glanced over your shoulder, right in the moment Clay looked over at you; and your gaze, he found himself unable to look away from, but just for a couple of seconds, which was a couple of seconds you got to get your hopes up of Clay changing his mind.
But then, he broke the eye contact, and looked back down at the floor, and you knew he wasn't gonna change his mind.
Nodding sadly, but understanding, you looked away from him again.
"Bye..."
The door closed with a small click behind you, and everything in Clay's apartment suddenly turned quiet. He let a teardrop run down his face, but was fast to wipe it away; he wasn't crying again.
Oh, who was he kidding?
Slumping against the door, Clay let his trembling chin fall down onto his chest with a puff of choking air bust from his lungs as another tear escaped the prison inside of his green eyes. He didn't wipe it away; he was crying again.
He sat himself against the door, placing his butt onto the old floors, and leaned his head back against the front door, the one you had just exited through, choking down a small sob; why did everything hurt so much?
Little did he know, you had copied his movements completely from the other side of the door, without neither of you even knowing, and didn't bother wiping away the tears either, but did choke down the sob, just like he had.
And so, as sudden as everything had turned around for the worse, you two had turned into two unhappy people in love, on each side of a door, with tears on both your faces as you slowly broke down... With your hearts breaking right alongside with you.
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I was feeling evil.... >:)
Part three, WITH A MAYBE HAPPY ENDING, will be up once I hit 1.000 followers :)))
I promise I'll make a happy ending to part three
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