mcyt oneshots 😼🙏

boys am i right

Ah I'm a homo I'm gay #fruity but I and a hopeless romantic and a sucker for comfort something I crave every minute passing. Its sad 💔 anyways I love these boys love their c!relationship bring them back please I miss them

Third person #gay

Quackity woke up in the middle of the night. Where was he? What time was it? Where is everybody? None of those questions got answered right now. Maybe later who really knows. All he knows is that he was wearing his Las Nevada's clothes but his tie was missing and his sleeves rolled up. He was in a grassy field with multiple flowers of different colors. Oh how he loved flowers, especially forget-me-nots those were his favorite the story and meaning behind those flowers always made him happy and got hope about love again. He got up and looked around, he walked for a bit until he found what looked like a mushroom kingdom.

Where did this kingdom come from? Is this the kinoko kingdom George told him about? Who knows maybe it is. He walked around and nobody was there. All he heard was talking from a mushroom house. Who was in the mushroom home? He was gonna find out soon. He knocked the door to ask for help and was greeted by his lost lovers. The same lovers that made a kingdom without him. The ones that forgot about him. He hated them with every inch of his being but oh how he loved both of them so much he can never loose those feelings no matter how hard he tried.

The three shared a look. What was that look you may ask?  A look of sadness, love, loneliness, hope, and one of them also shared anger. Anger for every night he laid in his bed crying. Crying out his heart because he thought his lovers decided they didn't need him. Every night without missing one he cried his heart and soul. The gods felt bad for the poor lonely lover. They wanted to give him mercy. Oh how the gods wished he realized his lovers indeed loved him. How the gods wished he knew about how every night the lovers went looking for the boy. But it was for them to find out, about the crying nights, about the searching for hours just to come back home without their missing piece.

Now they were all face to face. The brown haired one burst out crying reaching out for the scarred boy. The scarred boy melt into the hug and ended up crying in the arms of one of his lovers. The black haired demon soon joined the hug wrapping his arms around his two lovers, soon crying like both of them. They missed each other. Oh how much they missed each other. They all were willing to talk later but now, they enjoyed this moment, the silence, the unspoken words. They let their tears, ugly sobs, and grips on each other as if they let go they would fall into a void talk for themselves. They missed each other. That's all they needed to know.