"we need a gardener around here."
y/n fits right into Manberg's presidential house working as a gardener.
maybe they attract more than just blooming petals.
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yandere!dreamsmp x reader
(they/them pronouns used for non-specific gender purposes)
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STREETS OF MANBERG.
LISTENING TO TECHNO'S ADVICE FROM YESTERDAY, y/n began their morning chattering with quackity and fundy before heading off to the markets. to their demise, they suddenly realized—as if it was their very first time and they came to the biggest revelation known to man—it was indeed much easier to go to the florist shops and stores that sold gardening equipment to get what they needed.
they asked for money from king beforehand and paid for everything that they've been carrying. for the meantime, y/n decided to look around at some displays in front of thrift stores, wanting to relax around the congested yet cozy atmosphere that encompassed manberg.
like you've always been rejoicing in, everyday felt like a breath of fresh air. you thought about your job so far, and your gratitude for it never wavered. everyone treated you generously, you were given a comfy bedroom to sleep in, delicious food to eat—it honestly felt like constantly waking up in a dream come true—an opportunity in which people would beg and wish upon the stars for.
despite all the overwhelmingly positive thoughts and beauteous things to enjoy, like yesterday—and maybe some days before then—your mind never failed to drift back to pops and parker. you did miss home after all. nothing was like it. as much as manberg handed you euphoria and exhilaration even through the little things, it would never equate to the bliss you felt with family.
you missed taking parker out to watch sunsets and eat out at ice cream parlors, exchanging laughs and mythical stories with pops, taking care of the windowsill plants to see how much you're able to grow them, making hot cocoa at night when all of you had a case of insomnia; you were in a true state of nirvana when you were closer to home.
you sighed to yourself while seeing a group of kids chasing each other with toy guns and playing hopscotch, deep in thought about parker. although you felt a harsh, guttural punch that shuddered into the depths of your heart seeing the children's happy-go-lucky faces, you turned away with a smile and sauntered back to the presidential house. you came here for work after all, and you only have nearly a month or two left. you reminded yourself that you'll be back home in no time.
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ANOTHER DAY OF WORK.another day of tending to and witnessing the garden blossom to its content and full extent. you kept getting showered with compliments by king with the work you've been doing—if the compliments were a rainstorm, you'd be soaked by now—and sometimes being rewarded by hanging out with quackity and tubbo.
