ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Petals {Nate x Reader}

Soulmate AU ~ Hanahaki Disease

Third PersonP.O.V.

(Y/n) coughs, again and again and again. Each cough more violent then the last. The soft, pink flower petals fall into the sink. She was choking, drowning, in her feelings. Feelings for him. Before Hanahaki Disease appeared, they used to say that love can't kill you, but now that's a big old lie. Unreturned feelings leads to flowering plants growing in a victims lungs, and they suffocate in them. It's going to kill me, I know it. She thought. He could never love me back. She heaves over the sink, it wouldn't stop. The petals keep coming up. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. She thought. I love him, and I'm going to die. She cried softly. She would never get to walk down the aisle, she would never get to travel, she would never get to grow old. She was going to die, but she was going to leave something behind. A letter for him. Because she was going to die. Unless he loved her back. And beknownst to her...he did.

In his own bathroom, the little pink petals were coughed up. That's right, they only thought they were unreturned feelings. But that can do it. Not much was truly known about this disease. Only that it resulted in death if the victims feelings were not returned. It wasn't known that unknown feelings can count as unreturned. Nate's illness wasn't a serious as (Y/n)'s, but he was still scared. He didn't want to die, but he could never the correct words out around her to even bring it up. He was coughing heavily before it just...stopped. No more coughing, no more chest pain, like a weight was lifted. Like it was gone. He could breathe, truly breathe. He was confused for a few moments before he thought about what I could mean. What he thought it meant.

He rushed out of his house, to (Y/n)'s. He knocked on the door once there, the biggest smile on his face. There was no answer. "(Y/n)?" He called, knocking again. Her car is in the driveway. "(Y/n)?" He tries the door handle, and it's unlocked. He walked into the house, calling for her. "(Y/n)? You should learn to lock doors." He teased. He still didn't get a reply. He searched for her, and found a letter on the kitchen counter. He opened it.

Nate

I'm sorry things ended this way. You're my best friend. The person I turned towards when I was down, and the person who's smile lit up my heart. If you haven't found me by now, I have...had I suppose... the Hanahaki Disease. I'm gone. I knew my time was near. Why am I here...it's because I love you. Please don't blame yourself. This isn't on you. I just ask that you don't forget me.

Nate freaked out, dropping the letter to the ground. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Please!" He found and followed a trail of pink petals into her bedrooms bathroom. "(Y/n)!" He rammed the door open. She was cured up on the ground, the pink, taunting, petals scattered all over. He fell to his knees next to her unconscious form. "(Y/n)...no...." He whispered, shaking her slightly, tears streaming down his face. "Please wake up...please, I need you...I love you...please." But she was gone. They didn't know about the final why to get rid of the disease.

The person you loves dies.

But then a shuddering gasp of air went into her lungs. She shot up. She coughing slightly, but no petals came out. She greedily sucked air into her now free lungs. "(Y-Y/n)? Oh my god..." Nate held her up, and held her close. "Y-You're alive...you okay!" He hugged her tightly, his tears now from joy. "I-I'm alive? I'm alive!" She shouted, coming to. She broke from Nate's grasp. "I'm alive..." She whispers. "You're okay." Nate says. She jumped into his arms, and pressed her lips to his. When they break apart, they kept their forehead pressed together, both their cheeks wet with tears. It was silent happiness with those damned little petals laying around the room.