mcyt oneshots

all is how its meant to be

george x dream

(tw// puke, blood, death)
(p.s. to the person saying they couldn't breathe bc this was so sad IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS THAT EMOTIONAL!!)
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"hanahaki disease:
a disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. it ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only), or when the victim dies. it can be surgically removed, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear."

-•-

i looked at my phone screen, my mood automatically changing.

george—

hey simp
me, jess, and sapnap are going to steak&shake, wanna come with?

nevermind.

i mean, obviously he was with jess. they were dating. that doesn't mean i didn't want him to myself.

i love george. i honestly want him to myself.
his smile, so fucking beautiful. it lights up every room he walks into.
his face. he literally makes millions of people swoon, just by looking at his face.
him. he makes me so happy, and all he does is be himself. he makes be want to be a better person, just by being there.

i love him so much.
but he's with jess.
and he's happy.
and i can't bring myself to interfere with that.

george—

dream? you coming with?

uhm, yea. what time?

in 30 minutes?

i'll be there

_________

i set my phone down, rubbing my face. how am i supposed to do this?

-•-

i pulled into a parking spot, grabbing my keys.
i sighed.
do i just call for rain check? it wouldn't matter anyway.

i got out the car anyway, walking up to the door. i pulled it open and a worker came up to me.

"table for one?" she questions, and i shake my head. "my friends are over there," i point, and she nods as she moves aside. i walk over to them, sitting in the bench next to sapnap.

"hey clay!" jess says, and i fake a smile as my eyes shoot down to their hands.
intertwined.
my smile falters, and sapnap notices as he taps my shoulder.

"dude, you good?" he whispers.
"no, you know why," i answer, and his face turns to one of pity.

sapnap was the only one that knew i loved him, and he promised not to tell.

suddenly, i felt a sharp and vile pain crawl up my throat. i slid out the bench, going to the bathroom, not bothering to excuse myself.

i ran into the first stall, emptying out my guts. i wiped my mouth with my thumb.
it was red.
what the hell? did i just puke up blood?