just some mcyt oneshots

The Flower Bouquet [DNF]

prompt was given to me by a friend

and yes there is a very slight Flowers from 1970 reference, suffer

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George picked a few flowers, arranging yet another bouquet to put to the front of his shop, for people to buy.

Yeah, George was a florist. Quite strange, given he was colorblind and couldn't quite see if the colors he put together looked nice, but he somehow managed to create some good looking compositions.

He grabbed a few carnations and coral reef calendulas from a vase, along with some leaves and some little white flowers who looked quite similar to pompoms.

He grabbed a flower, took another, put it next to it, sliding in some white flowers, leaves, until eventually it looked done, finished. He grabbed some crepe paper, wrapping it around the flower and getting some ribbon to tie it all together.

He looked at the new bouquet, standing up to go put it in one of the many vases, when he heard the little bell of his front door ring.

He quickly set down the bouquet, redirecting his attention towards the customer.

"Oh, Wilbur! It's you!" he greeted with a smile. He gestured for him to come in front of the counter, pulling out a notepad to write down what would his friend want.

"So what would you want?" he asked, looking at Wilbur, waiting for an answer.

"Alright, so i'd like a bouquet with roses, red and orange ones if possible." Wilbur explained, fiddling with his hands.

"Mhm, sure. Do you want it delivered somewhere?" George asked again, noting down a few compositions ideas he already had.

"Actually, yeah. Is it possible to deliver it at [insert address here]?" Wilbur answered, small grin on his face.

"Sure! Isn't that Dream's address though? You're finally telling him how you feel hm? " George taunted, giving Wilbur a grin.

"Sort of." Wilbur answered, before pulling out a little card from his pocket.
"Oh, and would it possible to include this with the bouquet? It's for him." he explained, handing the little note to George.

"I'll make sure to add it." George smiled, taking the note and putting it on the counter, next to him.

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George sighed, looking at his clock. It was around 5:30pm, and since was Saturday, he probably could close the shop soon.

He looked at the small note on his counter, remembering the composition Wilbur has ordered earlier. He had been trying not to read it for the whole time it had been sitting there, and given there was no one in the shop, the want to grab it and read all of it's content was even stronger.

But he resisted, and went to grab the roses Wilbur had requested, along with a few leaves and daisies. Cutting the thorns of the roses stems, he absentmindedly put together the flower, ending up with a quite messy yet pretty looking bouquet.

He moved a few flowers, trying to make it look less unprofessional, until he was happy with the result. He grabbed crepe paper and ribbon, wrapping the bouquet in it and holding it together, before sliding the note in between two flowers.

He grabbed his keys, walking out his shop, bouquet in hand. He closed his shop, flipping the little "Open" sign to "Closed". He got to his car, and drove to Dream's house, as Wilbur requested.

When he got there, it wad already past 6pm. The sun was starting to set, a pretty orangish-pink tone painting the sky. He softly knocked on the door, waiting patiently on the doorstep.

The door clicked open, a surprised looking Dream peeking out.

"Oh, uh, hi?" he said, opening his door a bit more.
He smiled awkwardly, wondering why the hell was George at his doorstep, holding a bouquet.

"Hi Dream. Wilbur asked me to give this to you." George explained, handing the flowers to a still very confused Dream. Dream signaled for George to come in, grabbing the flowers.

"You want something to drink?" he quickly asked, getting whatever recipient was tall enough to fit a big bouquet, filling it with water and putting the flowers in after remowing the thin crepe paper.

"Oh uh, just some coffee, please." George smiled, making himself home. He had been here quite a lot of times already, he knew what he could or couldn't do, so he simply sat on the couch.

Dream soon came back, a cup in one hand, a little card in the other. He sat down on the couch, next to George. He handed the cup to his friend, faint smile on his face.

"Do you know what the card said, George ?" he asked, holding it out for the other to grab. George, confused, took the small note, reading silently.

The note was not at all Wilbur confessing to Dream. Really, George doubted the tall man even had feelings for Dream in the first place. The card was in fact Wilbur saying how dense George and Dream were.

"Since you two are too stupid to realise you both like eachother, i shall be Cupid. Dream clearly has a crush on you, Gogy. It's not just friendly flirting, you dense moron. Just kiss already smh"

That was the note. Just a short, little note, yet speaking so much. George looked surprised, lost, flustered, all kinds of confusion displaying on his face. Was this true? No, it probably wasn't, right?

"You... do ?" he asked, cheeks dusting pink as the other man smiled wider. Dream set his hand on top of his, whispering two simple words.

"I do."

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FUCKING HELL
I HATE WRITING FLUFF SO BAD IT'S JUST SO HARD AND GRGRGGGR

but hey at least it got me out of writer's block so 😩

not proofread bois, this may be absolute ass

took me like 3 days or smth idk

aight i shall go now gbye

-jax