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omg hi i just read ur kris x reader fic and i actually love it sm .. can i req a kris x reader where like. reader has a FAT crush on them and they’re gonna try asking them out to the festival… pleek and tank u👅

'If you meant it'

in which everyone assumes you'd be asking kris to the town festival... everyone except you that is.

a/n!!: tysm 4 the request!! <333 this is def a lot more dramatic and complicated than it needed to be BUT im a sucker for the miscommunication trope and like... what r u gonna do abt it? go find a different kris fic to read? there r none!!! ♡ (jokes aside i PROMISE ill write something thats just pure tooth rotting fluff soon sry!!!)

You were in love with Kris.

And not the normal, passing kind of love, either. Not the kind you could play cool, or nonchalant about.

This was the kind of love where your diary had pages describing the color of their eyes and the curl of their lashes. The kind where you practiced saying their name under your breath on the walk home, baked cookies the night before just because you thought they could use something sweet.

You followed them everywhere. Not in a weird way, but in the way where you just happened to end up wherever they were. And if that meant walking the long way to class or sitting silently next to them during lunch while they stared at the wall, then so be it. You were committed.

“Do you even breathe when you’re around them?” Susie had asked once, voice halfway between teasing and impressed. “You’re like a dog. Like a really… loyal, gross, lovesick dog.”

You hadn’t taken it as an insult. Honestly, you kind of beamed.

It wasn’t like Kris ever told you to go away. They didn’t talk much to begin with, but they let you hang around, let you talk to them, let you hand them little folded notes you spent all class decorating.

They even accepted the lemon bar you brought that one time, though you were pretty sure they didn’t like lemon. You’d drawn a smiley face on the napkin. It had taken you three tries to get the eyes even.

But no matter how many compliments you whispered, or sweet things you did, Kris never really… reacted. Not in the way you hoped they would. They were nice. Kind, even. Sometimes they looked at you with this soft expression that made your heart skip a number of beats. But they never said anything back. Never returned the compliments. Never asked you questions. Never truly engaged.

You told yourself it was just how they were. That maybe, one day, they’d realize how serious you were. That you weren’t just being silly.

That this wasn’t just a phase.

But it was getting harder to believe. Especially when they kept looking at you like they didn’t really believe you. Like maybe, deep down, they thought you’d grow out of it.

You hoped they were wrong. Because you didn’t feel like you were growing out of anything.

If anything, your feelings multiplied every time they looked at you.

And you bet your feelings would still be there by tomorrow, and the day after that, and by the day of the festival, and into the following year.

. . .

The last bell had rung, and the hallways became loud with the sound of chatter.

You clutched the strap of your school bag as you stepped out onto the front steps of the school, letting the autumn breeze ruffle your hair. The sun hung low, soft orange light shined across the school lawn, and there they were.

Kris, Susie, and Noelle walking ahead on the sidewalk like they always did, laughing at some dumb thing Susie had said. You stayed back, hanging near the bike racks, pretending to dig around in your bag like you weren’t watching them out of the corner of your eye.

You didn’t even mean to stare this much. It was as if your eyes automatically locked on them anytime they were in your vicinity or something, dragging you along behind them. You just liked being near them, even from a distance. Hearing their voice. Watching how they walked with their hands in their pockets and their hair being blown by the wind. It made your chest ache in the warmest, softest way.

Susie suddenly elbowed Kris with a smirk, jerking her thumb over her shoulder.

“Your little puppy’s back there again.”

You froze, breath catching in your throat. Not that you hadn’t heard the nickname before, it wasn’t exactly subtle, but still, hearing it like that made your ears burn.

Kris glanced back just briefly. Just for a second. Then looked forward again.

“They’re just going that way.” they mumbled, quiet and clipped. Almost too casual. Brushing it off like it was nothing.

Noelle made a little humming sound. “I think it’s sweet…”

But you weren’t listening anymore. Your hands gripped your bag tighter as something unsure poked at your heart. You turned your eyes down toward the sidewalk and finally started walking in the opposite direction, heart feeling just a little heavier than it had before.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. That their obvious disinterest wasn't a big deal.

Not knowing that just a few feet away, Kris was overthinking the interaction just the same.

They walked a few steps behind Susie and Noelle, quiet, hands shoved into their pockets. When Susie had made the joke, they barely even looked up.

A sharp kick sent a pebble tumbling down the street.

It wasn’t fair. The way you followed them around, smiled at everything they did, said things that made their chest ache. The way you looked at them like you meant it.

'Because… you don't.'

Just a phase. A harmless crush.

That’s what they told themself every time you clung to their sleeve or gave them some sweet, silly little gift. Just a phase. You’d get over it. You had to.

Because if you didn’t, if you actually meant it, then… you’d say that… wouldn't you?

This was a problem Kris has always had, ever since they were little. The way people expected them to just know how they felt. To pick up on hints, read between the lines, decipher a look like it was obvious.

Because it never was. Not to them.

They were good at observing, sure. But when it came to feelings, especially feelings about themself, it was like everything became a guessing game. If someone liked them, they expected to be told directly. No guessing. No assuming. No confusion

And you were… the most confusing of them all. And they despised that.

But at the same time, they couldn’t push you away.

Because truth be told, they liked your company. Your gifts, your compliments, your presence as a whole.

So they stayed quiet. Hoping you’d drift away on your own.

And hated how much they didn’t want you to.

. . .

The walk home felt longer than usual.

Maybe it was just the way the sky was starting to gray with clouds, or how the wind blew a little harder, or how you kept staring at the ground even though you weren’t really watching where you stepped. Your hands stayed shoved in your pockets the whole time, thumb brushing the edge of the wrapped candy you had meant to give to Kris after class.

You’d been carrying it around since the day before. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a little piece of chocolate wrapped in pink foil. You’d folded a small note to go along with it, writing their name on the tag three times, trying to get the letters just right. Just something small. Just something to make them smile.

But it had stayed in your pocket.

You knew they liked sweet things. You knew how they always quietly accepted anything you gave them, even if they didn’t say much. But today, something had felt off. You hadn’t been brave enough. And the way Kris had avoided Susie’s teasing all day, not even glancing your way, had sent your stomach sinking.

Still, you told yourself it was okay.

By the time you reached your street, the wind had picked up and the trees were rustling low and loud. You looked up once then kept walking until you were in front of your house.

Inside, the quiet was deafening.

You removed your shoes carefully, hung your bag on its usual hook, and made your way towards your room.

It welcomed you with it's colors and familiar clutter.

You hesitated before sitting at your desk.

The small note was still crinkled but neat. You set the chocolate down beside your lamp and stared at it for a long time.

It wasn’t the first time you’d brought them something. You did it all the time. You liked seeing their expression (or lack thereof), liked when they took it without saying much but always remembered to eat it later and tell you they liked it. You liked how they didn’t tease you like Susie did, or blink at you all confused like Noelle. Kris just… let you like them.

And you did.

So, so much

So it stung, despite them not having said anything cruel. Because they hadn’t really a said anything at all.

You kept thinking about how easy it was for Kris to laugh with Susie, to talk softly with Noelle. How natural they looked together, how much history and closeness there was between them. You never felt out of place until you saw them all walking side by side and realized you weren’t really part of that picture.

Still, that was okay.

You opened your journal, the one that stayed tucked safely in the drawer under your pens and stickers. You flipped past the pages full of hearts and clumsy doodles of Kris’s smile, the pages filled with sweet little daydreams, like pretending they knew how much you cared, and liked you just as much back.

Tonight’s page was quieter.

You didn’t write much. Just a few honest thoughts. A soft kind of acceptance. Not sadness, not bitterness. Just something like growing up.

Maybe Kris didn’t take you seriously. Maybe they thought it was just a silly crush. And maybe… maybe they were right.

You paused, pen hovering. That part stung.

Because you knew your feelings were real.

You couldn't see a universe in which they weren't.

You loved them. Not just because you were lonely, or because they were cool, or because you were bored. You loved the way you felt around them. It was warm like rays of sunshine, fresh like a field of flowers.

But maybe Kris didn’t see it that way.

Maybe they just thought you were being cute. Harmless. Something to be humored until it passed.

So, you wrote what you could. You didn’t ask the question you’d planned to ask for weeks. You didn’t write about walking together under festival lights or sharing a snack while music played in the distance.

Instead, you wrote about how you hoped they’d have fun. That they’d laugh with Susie and Noelle. That they’d enjoy themselves, because they deserved that. They deserved to have a good time with the people they liked being around.

You smiled at that thought. A little one. Real and small and shaky.

If you really loved someone, you were supposed to want them to be happy.

You slid your notebook shut, carefully, and stood up to shove the foil wrapped candy into your desk drawer.

Tomorrow, maybe you wouldn’t cling to Kris. Maybe you wouldn’t trail after them down the hall. You wouldn’t stop liking them, of course. But maybe you’d stop hoping they liked you back.

Just a little.

You’d still smile at them. You’d still be happy when they were happy. But maybe from a bit farther away.

Because if they were going to the festival… They should go with people they liked. People who made them smile.

And if that wasn’t you, then… That was okay. You’d still root for them.

You pulled your blanket tighter and shut your eyes.

You were going to be fine.

. . .

Something was off.

Kris couldn’t have said why, exactly. Nothing was different. Not really. Susie was loud, Noelle was cheerful, the halls were the same muted beige. But something was off.

They realized what it was when they finally slid into their seat.

You hadn't greeted them.

You didn’t look for them, or smile happily when they walked in. There was no cookie or candy on their desk either, no handwritten sticky note with a tiny heart drawn at the bottom. No compliment. No quiet giggle. No lingering glance.

Just you, already sitting down, doodling half heartedly in your notebook with your head low.

Kris blinked.

They hesitated for a moment before clearing their throat. “…Hey.”

You looked up like you hadn’t expected them to speak. “Hi.”

And then, you smiled. Soft and small.

Polite.

Not the kind of smile that said I’ve been waiting all night just to talk to you again.

It was… normal. So normal it felt odd.

You turned back to your notebook before they could say anything else.

Kris didn’t know what to do with that. So they sat still. Thinking. Watching you from the corner of their eye. You weren’t ignoring them. Not really. You weren’t mad either. You just seemed a little… sad. Like you were trying hard not to be.

Then the realization settled slowly,

You hadn’t said good morning.

You always said good morning.

They couldn’t explain the quiet panic they felt after that. Couldn’t explain why they kept glancing your way the entire class, waiting for something familiar, some smile, a joke, a compliment, anything.

But you stayed quiet. Your head bowed.

And class went on. Peaceful. Normal.

They hated it.

. . .

The cafeteria was loud with the usual lunchtime energy, trays clattering, laughter and happy chatter. Kris sat at one of the tables, half-listening to Noelle ramble about something school-related. They hadn’t touched their sandwich.

Their eyes kept drifting.

You were seated at a far corner of the cafeteria with some of your other friends, quietly eating with your head down, not engaging in their conversation. No greetings. No big smile. You hadn’t even waved at them when you walked past earlier.

It was strange.

“Missing your fan club?”

Kris blinked. Susie was standing beside the table now, an apple in one hand, her tone a little mocking.

Kris raised a brow. “What?”

Susie flopped down across from them, took a bite of her apple, and nodded in your direction. “You’ve been watching them since lunch started. It’s kinda weird without ‘em glued to you, huh?”

Kris shrugged, casual. “Guess they got bored.”

They said it smoothly, like it didn’t matter. Like the way their stomach twisted at the sight of you sitting so far away was just hunger.

Susie paused mid-bite, talking with her mouth still full. “Honestly, I was sure they were gonna ask you to the festival.”

Kris didn’t respond.

She watched you a second longer, then turned her head back towards Kris. “Guess not, though.”

They stayed quiet, shoulders relaxed like nothing was wrong, but they couldn’t stop watching you. Couldn’t ignore the empty space next to them that you used to fill. Couldn’t figure out why it felt like they were missing something they never admitted they wanted.

This should’ve been fine. This was what they’d been waiting for, right?

You getting over it. Moving on. Proving it was just a phase.

So why did it feel so awful?

They looked away again, trying not to sigh.

They should’ve felt relieved.

“…You don’t think they’ll still ask?”

Kris’s voice was low, like the question had slipped out on accident. They didn’t even face Susie when they said it, eyes looking to a random corner of the cafeteria.

Susie blinked. She tilted her head, brow raised slightly, and then it hit her.

After a pause she shrugged, biting into her apple again and backtracking on her words. “Pfft. Probably will. Maybe they’re just having a rough day or whatever. Give it a day or two.”

Kris nodded once, slowly. They had nothing to say to that. Because they didn’t believe it.

If it were just a bad day, you’d be next to them. Whispering complaints. Tugging on their sleeve, and sulking. You wouldn’t be sitting all the way over there, quiet, like they didn’t exist.

This wasn’t just a mood.

Something was had changed.

And Kris didn’t know what to do with the part of them that didn’t want it to.

. . .

A day or two she said.

It had been three days.

Three days since you’d stopped walking with them.

Three days since you’d stopped saying good morning.

Three days since you started pretending you weren’t obsessed with them.

And Kris was starting to lose it.

They wouldn’t say that out loud, of course. On the outside, they were still the same, calm, quiet, unreadable. But inside? It was awful. Every morning, they found themself unconsciously slowing down near your locker, waiting for your usual smile, only to be met with silence.

They kept catching themself watching you across any room, wondering if maybe you’d look back. But you never did.

The worst part was how… normal you seemed. Not upset. Not angry. Just distant.

And Kris hated it.

Not because you weren’t being annoying in the usual way. But because it made them feel like they’d imagined all of it, your sweetness, your devotion, your love. They’d been so sure it was just a crush, one you'd get over. But now that they were being proved right...

It hurt.

They leaned against the lockers after class that day, eyes narrowed at the floor, eyes glaring daggers at it. Susie came up beside them, chewing gum and raising an eyebrow.

“Trying to explode the building with your mind? Doesn't work, trust me.”

Kris didn’t answer. Just looked up at her before their eyes drifted to something further away.

Susie followed their gaze and sighed. “Still acting weird, huh?”

A small shake of the head.

"You scare ‘em off or somethin'? Thought they were totally head over heels for you..." She muttered as she continued to look at you.

Kris didn’t reply to that one either.

Because if they did, they might’ve said something like “Me too.”

Or worse. “I wish they still were.”

. . .

You stopped looking for them in the halls. Stopped trying to catch their eye.

It hurt, but what else could you do? They seemed fine. Like your absence hadn’t made a difference. If they’d cared, even a little, they would’ve shown it.

So you smiled when it hurt, stayed quiet when you wanted to speak, and told yourself it was better this way.

Maybe it really had all been one-sided. Maybe they had only ever tolerated you, your compliments, your sweets, your clingy, lovesick puppy crush, because they were a kind person.

But you didn’t let yourself move. Didn’t let yourself cave. Because how could you walk back to someone who had never really wanted you there in the first place?

You glanced across the cafeteria. Kris sat between Susie and Noelle, expression unreadable, as always.

You wished they looked a little less okay. Then maybe this wouldn’t feel so much like rejection.

. . .

But Kris wasn't okay.

It was getting worse. And every time they saw you, ducking your head, walking fast, ignoring them, they wanted to grab you by the wrist and just ask.

What happened?

It made their chest tight. It made them angry. Not at you, never at you, but at the situation. At how bad everything had gotten, and at how helpless they felt to fix it.

They’d spent so long convincing themself your feelings weren’t real. That it was a crush. A game. Something you’d grow out of.

But now that you were gone, they were desperate to have you close again. And it terrified them.

Because if you’d meant it, if you’d really felt something…

Then you’d walked away for a reason.

And Kris wasn’t sure they were ready to hear what that reason was.

. . .

Lunch was loud, as usual.

Susie was halfway through the lunchbox Noelle had packed her, rice stuck to her cheek, mouth full, talking anyway.

“They ask you to the festival yet?” she mumbled around a mouthful of food.

Kris blinked, caught off guard. Their gaze flicked across the cafeteria automatically, searching, like they couldn’t help it.

They shrugged, reaching for their drink, trying to play it cool. “No.”

Susie swallowed, eyeing them for a second. “Huh.”

That was all she said. Just that.

But the second she looked away, Kris’s expression shifted.

They hadn’t realized it until she brought it up.

You hadn’t asked.

You always said weird stuff, bold stuff, over-the-top crush stuff.

And now… nothing.

Kris pushed their food around their tray, appetite gone.

They told themself that it didn’t matter. That it was better this way.

Kris kicked their sneaker against the cafeteria floor.

They didn’t understand.

Wasn’t this what they wanted? For you to grow out of it?

They should’ve felt relieved. But they didn’t.

They needed answers, before their head exploded.

. . .

It started with something small.

They don’t leave the classroom right away when the bell rings, instead lingering near your desk like they’re organizing something in their bag. You glance up once, nervous, and then quickly back down, pretending to fix the straps of your own.

They wait a few seconds longer, like they’re giving you a chance.

A chance to ask them to the festival.

But you say nothing. You don’t even smile.

That night, Kris tells themself it was fine. That maybe you were just tired.

. . .

The day after, they try again.

They take the long way to the cafeteria just so they can pass you in the hall.

Your eyes catch for half a second. You offer a tiny wave.

And Kris says “hey” like it’s no big deal, like they’re not secretly hoping that you’ll stop them, say something, do anything... You don’t.

. . .

By Friday, Kris has almost given up.

They sit at the end of their table at lunch so they’re in your eyeline. They hold the door open for you between breaks.

All while thinking, maybe if I’m just… available, they’ll say it. They’ll ask. And I’ll know.”

But it wasn’t working.

And with every passing day of you not asking, their patience wears thinner. The confusion deepens. They tell themselves your crush was fake. That you’re over it. That they should be happy about that.

But it doesn’t feel like relief.

It feels like the worst news they've ever heard, thoughts strong enough to split their brain in two.

Kris didn’t hear the end of whatever Susie was saying.

Not after they caught a glimpse of you out of the corner of their eye, slipping out of the cafeteria with your tray barely touched. Head down. Shoulders sagging.

They were standing before they even thought about it, the lunch table loud against the floor. The edge of their tray caught their sleeve and nearly clattered to the ground, but they really couldn't care less.

Susie blinked. “Yo? Where are you–”

But Kris was already walking. Fast.

They didn’t know what they were going to say.

They just knew they couldn’t take it anymore.

They found you just outside the cafeteria doors, halfway to the stairs, and called out without meaning to,

“Why haven’t you asked me?”

You turned slowly, confused.

“What…?”

Kris stopped in their tracks, brows furrowed.

“The festival.” they said, voice tight, just barely keeping itself together. “You haven’t asked me.”

Your mouth opened, then closed again.

“I waited.” they went on, frustration in their voice. “I gave you time. I thought you building up to it– or– I don’t know. But every day you don’t say anything it’s just–”

They made a noise of exasperation and looked away.

“Why aren't you pretending to like me anymore?” they muttered finally.

You stared at them, stunned.

“Pretending…?”

You echoed, like you hadn’t heard right. Your voice came out smaller than you meant it to.

“I wasn’t pretending?”

They didn’t look at you, jaw clenched tight.

“All the nice things I said. All the time I spent with you. I just really liked being around you.”

You looked down. “Maybe too much.”

"Every time I followed you around like, like some loser.” You continued, trying to laugh, but it broke halfway out.

“I really liked you. I still like you. But you–” your voice caught, “you never looked like you believed me. Like you wanted me around at all.”

You looked down at your shoes, blinking fast.

“So I stopped trying. That’s all.”

There was a pause before,

“If you liked me,” they started slowly “then why didn’t you just say so?”

You blinked. “I… I thought I did.”

Kris looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

“You were always around. You… brought me stuff. Smiled at me. Said I looked nice. I just… I didn’t know if any of that meant anything.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

“People do things like that all the time,” they continued, their words coming out faster with each passing second. “Sometimes just to be nice. Or to mess around. I didn’t want to assume… So I kept waiting.” they said, voice even softer now.

“For you to just say it. That you liked me.”

You swallowed, hands twisting in the hem of your sleeves.

“I thought you knew,” you said, barely above a whisper. “I really thought… I was being obvious.”

Your voice cracked a little at the end, and you looked down. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I didn’t want to push too hard. So I just… I tried to show you.”

You looked up again. “I thought I was showing you every day.”

Kris didn’t answer right away.

And for a second, you panicked, worried you’d said too much, or not enough, or the wrong thing completely.

But then their expression shifted. .

“…You did.” they said finally. Quiet, almost like they were admitting it to themself more than to you. “I just didn’t know how to… read it.”

Another pause.

You shifted, a little nervous under their gaze. “I… I really do like you, you know. I wasn’t pretending.”

Kris looked away, scratching the back of their neck. “Yeah. I… I get that now.”

A beat passed.

“I didn’t mean to act like it didn’t matter,” they mumbled. “It did. I was just– I don’t know. Kinda stupid about it.”

You let out a tiny laugh. “Well. I was stupid too.”

Kris glanced back at you, and for the first time all week, you both looked a little less tense.

You swallowed. “I know it’s late, and I probably ruined everything by waiting but… do you still wanna go to the festival?”

Kris blinked.

Then, slowly, they closed their eyes and let out this big, shaky exhale. Shoulders sagging with relief. And when they looked up at you again, it was with the goofiest, most grateful smile you’d ever seen on their face.

“…Yeah.” they said, almost laughing. “Yeah. I do.”

You let out a breath too, full of disbelief and shaky nerves. “Okay. Yeah. Cool. Coolcoolcool.”

The two of you stayed quiet after that, goofy silly smiles reflecting each other as relief washed over you.

. . .

a/n2: sry for the sudden ending! I felt like i was dragging it ( ;´ - `;) BUT I DO RLLY LIKE THISSS even tho it took me like 4 daysUGH I NEED TO WRITE MORE SELF-DOUBTING KRIS LIKE IDKY BUT SOMETHING ABT CHARACTERIZING THEM LIKE THIS IS JUST SOOO FUNNNN.... would u guys still love me if i wrote them as a stalker....... loser kris who has simply given up on ever confessing their feelings so they stalk and get jealous of anyone able to freely talk to u instead... someone sedate me.

bye.

#GAHH THIS WAS SO LONG #TY AGAINN <3333 #how do i make my posts prettier...#deltarune x reader #deltarooone #kris dreemurr x reader #kris x reader #deltarune #kris deltarune #kris dreemurr

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