When It's Cold(Pelle Ohlin x Reader)

5.

EURONYMOUS POV
It makes me sick how much Y/n and Dead care about eachother. Fucking posers. Friendship isn't a real thing, what they do is absolutely unacceptable in the true black metal community. Almost disgusting how in love with Dead Y/n is, and they don't even realise they are. I wish I could just delete all the affection they have towards eachother. It's hard to looks at them. I hate how caring Y/n is, I hate how they care about others so much, I hate how they care about me. I don't deserve to be cared for, and yet they still do.

Y/N POV
Me and Pelle finally calm down and let go. His hands are freezing. I continue painting while Pelle moves closer to me and watches again. He rests his head on my shoulder, showing how invested he is. I don't have feelings for him, though. Somehow, this also feels very intimate, maybe even more than when he licks my blood off my arms. He's so different off stage.

PELLE POV
I like watching Y/n paint. I don't particularly know why, but I do. While they're lost in their own world on the paper, i sneakily smell their hair. It smells exactly like raspberries. I swear I'm not falling for them, I just like the way their hair smells. If only they were all mine. The things I'd do to them... I'M NOT FALLING FOR THEM I SWEAR. That came out of nowhere. I'm sure I like them only as a friend... Unless...