ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Resentment {Ethan x Reader}

#blacklivesmatter

(Y/n) P.O.V.

It came up like fast rising bile. The pink petals, the blood, the suffering. God, I hated it. I hated this suffocating feeling of helplessness, the burning fire in my chest, the tauntingly beautiful flowers. I don't want to die, but Ethan could never love me back. How could he when already had his beautiful girlfriend. I hate Mika. Not because I really hate her, but I hate that I couldn't hate her. She is amazing, and perfect for him. Isn't that worst thing? Wanting to hate someone, but then you can't? (No disrespect to Mika).

The petals and blood flush into the sink as I uncontrollably cough and heave. It's like my heart was being violently ripped out through my throat as a whole flower came up. I count get it to stop. Why couldn't it stop? This stupid Hanahaki disease had killed so many people. I heard a knock at my apartment door. "One minute." I croaked out as loud as possible. I wash my hands in the sink, and try to stay upright as I went to answer. I struggle to contain my coughs and desperate need to get rid of the flower petals in my throat. At the door is Ethan. My heart nearly cracks. "Hey (Y/n)! Mika and I were going to have a movie night. I know she's been wanting to see (random movie), and I knew you had it. Do you mind if I borrow it?" I throw on a forced smile, and try to sound normal as I speak.

"Not at all. Come on in." I lead him inside, grab the movie case, and hand it to him. "Thank you so much!" I wave a hand dismissively. "Ah, no problem. Honestly, just keep it if you guys like it. I have no use for it." I say, knowing my time was coming. Ethan gives me a side hug. "Thanks (Y/n)! I'll see ya soon." He dashes out. "Yeah....soon." I say disheartedly. I rush back to the bathroom to cough up more petals. My body shakes with each breath that feels like no breath at all. I'm suffocating. The air is reaching my lungs. I'm going to die, this is how I die. I didn't know what I wanted my final moment to look like. I was slowly losing oxygen, and yet all I could think of was him. I scrambled to find paper and a pen to scratch out a horribly written note, and set my woven leather bracelet next to it. It was for Ethan. I don't resent him, or Mika, or anyone else. I'm just sad that it had to end like this. My vision goes black, and I feel myself fall onto the tiled bathroom floor. I guess this is it. I let myself drift away.

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It was the very next day that someone thought something was wrong. (Y/n) didn't show up for work, and didn't call in. That never happened. Her boss sent someone to go to check on her. Her coworker knocked on the door, but got no response, so they went to the landlord to get the door open. They found her in the kitchen, blood and petals everywhere. It was clear that (Y/n) was another victim of Hanahaki. Ethan found out two days later when loved one were called. He received the poorly written note the same day.

Dear Ethan

So, yeah, I have Hanahaki. I'm sorry I never told you. I just didn't see a point because the person I love...well they just don't love me. It's okay though. Nobody controls who they love. But know you're always gonna be my best friend. Keep my bracelet as something to remember me by. A piece of me to keep with you.   -(Y/n)

He was devastated at the loss of his best friend. So many memories and good, happy, times were plagued by the realization that she wasn't around anymore. He never found out who she loved, who didn't return her feelings, and although he knew it wasn't fair to be angry with them, he'd resent this person for the rest of his life.