Don't Judge the Love (Youtuber One-Shots)

Pewdiecry (Imagine)

And, the last of today's one-shots: A Pewdiecry. I made Emily read this, and she freaked out and hid it from me in an attempt to keep me from posting it. -.- She hated it that much. She really doesn't like their ship. She prefers PewdiepieMarzia. (That's their ship name, right? idk) Anyways, here it is, hope you like it. :)

Pairing: PewdieCry

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Song: "Say Something" by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera

Original Prompt: None, I just sat down at my grandparent's typewriter and went, 'Hmm, it sure is fun to use a typewriter. :3" Then I shoved my fingers on the keys and wrote: "JUST STAHP IT UR LIERALLY HURTING MY FEELS SO BAD RIGHT NOW LIKE SRSLY STAHP IT IT HRTS IT HURTS TSO FRICKEN MUCH PLX PLZ STAHP STAHP IT HURTZ MAKE IT STAHP NUUUUUU U CANT DO DIS WAAAAAAA H IT HURTZ SOOO SU MUCHHHH MAKE IT STAHP MAEK IT STAAAAHHHPP STAHP IT NAO" Seriously, that's exactly what I wrote. Not sure what happened there, not sure at all why I wrote it, but after writing that random thing, I came up with this.

Warnings: Uh, betrayal, regret, blood (not much, it just decorates the ground :3), that kind of thing. Oh, and all of Pewdie and Cry's friends are dead. Yup. Yeah. Also, this might be kind of confusing, but I don't plan on spelling it out for ya, so, uh... #sorrynotsorry. One more thing: the word 'imagine' is used way too many times in this one-shot.

Word Count: 989 ('nother short one, sowwie)

Imagine a boy standing in an excessively foggy area that is sprinkled with blood and decorated with rubble from a fallen structure. The boy is crying with his head in his hands because he did this, and he regrets it so much. He wishes he had never made that deal with that scary man. He wishes he had thought out the plan before actually going through with it. He wishes he had thought about his friends before he thought about himself. He wishes he had been less selfish.

Imagine another boy on the other side of the field. Imagine the other boy is sad as well. Imagine he is searching the fog for the first boy, but he can't find him because the fog is too thick and the boom of thunder and patter of rain blocks out all other noise that could be used to track him down. He wishes he could find the first boy. He wishes he had been there to stop the first boy before he set fire to the house where he and his friends lived. He wishes he had told him how he felt instead of shutting him out. He wishes he was better at sharing his feelings.

Imagine the first boy is now broken down on the bloodied grass of the field. Imagine he has removed his head from his hands, and now he is digging the nails on his right hand in to the skin of his left arm. Imagine he is trying to make himself pay for what he's done. Imagine he knows it's not enough. Imagine he wants to do more.

Imagine the second boy has already forgiven the first, even though the first doesn't know it. Imagine the second boy is looking for the first boy, not so he can scold him, but so he can hold him and comfort him. Imagine the second boy is in love with the first. Imagine there is nothing that can stop the second boy from loving the first.

Imagine that the first boy thinks the second boy hates him, if he's even alive after the fire. Imagine the first boy thinks the second wishes he was dead, just like all their friends. Imagine the first boy loves the second boy back.

Imagine the first boy's name is Cry. Imagine he covers his face with a porcelain mask because he doesn't think anyone deserves to see something so ugly. Imagine he's never told anyone his real name, not even the second boy, because he thinks it is a hideous name.

Imagine the second boy's name is Felix. Imagine he's always wanted to see Cry's face and hear Cry's name, and he wishes he could hold Cry in his arms and tell him everything's alright, tell him it wasn't his fault, that he couldn't have known the evil behind his plan.

Imagine Cry slowly standing up and seeing Felix across the field as the fog clears.

Imagine him running away as fast as he can.

Imagine Felix's eyes widening as he sprints after him, tiring quickly and cursing himself for not exercising more. Imagine Cry slowing down and turning around just to make sure Felix is okay, forgetting for a moment that he should be running from Felix.

Imagine Felix leaning over and panting, and jumping when he feels Cry's hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Cry asks.

And Felix doesn't reply, at least not with words. He throws his arms around Cry and hugs him as tight as he possibly can, wishing he'd never have to let go.

Imagine Cry going stiff, his body tensing as Felix's skin makes contact with his own. Imagine him stuttering as he tries to pull away because he's worried this is a trap. He's worried Felix only wants to hurt him.

"I, I didn't, please don't-" he stammers.

"Cry, it's okay, calm down," Felix coos. "It's okay, it's all going to be okay."

And Cry melts a little at Felix's words, because he was so sure Felix was going to hate him. "But, Felix, I- I- I killed them! I killed them all, and I almost killed you, too!"

Imagine Felix hugging Cry even tighter, a single tear rolling down his cheek and mixing with the rain that has already soaked his face. "No. Cry, it was not your fault. None of this was your fault. It was all him, he- he tricked you. But it's okay, now, Cry." And Cry bursts into tears, because it's so nice knowing that Felix doesn't hate him with a deep and burning passion. "Shh, it's alright, Cry. I'm here."

"I'm so sorry," Cry chokes out between sobs.

"There's no need to cry, Cry!" Felix says, laughing at his sucky pun. "Heh, sorry. Not a time for jokes."

"No, it- it makes it easier when you make jokes, Felix."

Out of no where, Felix takes a deep breath and then says softly and quickly, "I love you."

Cry's head jerks up sharply to look Felix in the eyes. "W-What? Was th-that a joke, too?"

"No, Cry. I'm serious."

"I... I l-love you, too, Felix!"

And they both laugh, because it sounds so stupid, confessing their love out there in a field filled with fog and smoke and covered in blood and rubble. But it's true. It's so, so true.

And Cry slides his mask up a little so it's easier for him to lean in and kiss Felix, but Felix has other ideas, and he rips Cry's mask off his face and drinks in Cry's beauty.

Imagine Felix has never seen something so beautiful in his entire life. Imagine them both leaning in, after Cry gets over the shock. Imagine their lips pressing gently together. Imagine sparks flying. Imagine they love each other so, so much. Imagine they always will.

Because they always will.