"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)
* R...
key - trigger warnings!: mentions of obsessiveness, slight manipulation/possessive nature.
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PRIDE PALACE, GREATER SMP.
WAS TIME EXISTENT AT THIS POINT? it was a glorious existential question to ponder on, but not as glorious as the angel face that was right in front of him. asher wasn't acting as rough and hyper as he was earlier, simmering down as quickly as he possibly can to compose himself—even when his fiery personality and gaze still lingered like ember. still, y/n didn't feel right. he began his little "tour date," showing them around what they only began to understand as the greater smp.
you just listened intently, wanting to distract yourself from the predicament you were stuck in and the fact that your gut still swirled in on itself once in a while like a broken cake mixer, making your skin crawl at random moments and gentle touches. at least asher was being decent and polite, not tugging and dragging you like you expected to but instead offering his arm and opening doors for you. he even stopped to make sure you two would eat at a street vendor, buying anything you wanted and letting you stay hydrated.
while you sat next to him on the bench, waiting for him to finish eating, you stared out in thought, the noises of the city entering one ear and draining out the other. you were in a completely different kingdom next door of manberg that you weren't supposed to be in. you wondered if anyone was concerned about your whereabouts, briefly remembering going from standing in callahan's shop to the moments on the trolley. nobody even turned their heads towards you in the backseat, and you doubted someone walking on the street could get a glimpse of what was going on inside a passing trolley. no one would've batted an eye.
"hey. hey," asher's voice finally captured your attention, smp cityscape suddenly flooding your senses again. "you okay there?" you simply nodded at his question. you pretty much stayed radio silent the entire time as you were still processing everything and trying to examine the reason for all these bizarre feelings you've never felt before suddenly emerging and making you feel a devoid disconnect—a wire cut from its counterpart. it unfortunately dampened your mood, and seeing asher's excited behavior towards you made you want to repay him some attention. you just didn't have the energy to match his.
you decided it was best to just shut up and nod, letting the man ramble at his heart's content and point out all there was of greater smp, bragging about how massive the city was and telling brief stories of the fun he's had here—they were mostly of nightlife and hanging out with his friends, messing around and wreaking havoc. he also slipped in some quirky, flirty comments as well as sincere ones, making sure you felt wanted by his side. you didn't know how to quite react on the inside but you just smiled and thanked him.
