#also finn if youre out there hi im champ you are so awesome like actually

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finally played pony town again. i get it now

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Hey lovelies,

Got an Dewey x reader for you awesome souls. The reader is hit by society and insecurities. Angst and fluff ahead.

Hope you enjoy. 💕

Sorrow donuts & dance parties.

Goddamnit. Your job interview didn't work out. Again.

Why on earth people had to be so stupid? So ignorant. So shallow. As an angry tear of disappointment tickled down your cheeck you opened your appartment door.

Dewey anxiously waiting to look at you as he saw you walking through the front door. Your body language telling him everything he needed to know, he immediately put his guitar aside, and in a heartbeat he was holding you tight as he hugged you.

You hugged him back. Glad he was there for you on times like this. You pulled out of his warm embrace as you looked up at him. He threw a sad smile your way as he held your hips, you bit your lip, not ready to talk about it yet. Feeling way too high in your emotions, and way too pissed to do so.

One glance in your eyes and Dewey knew exactly what you were feeling, he booped your nose, complete with sound effects and the action made you giggle. Dewey stated: "Hey... what about you go take a quick shower and in the meantime I'll make you your favorite coffee, just how you like it... starbucks worthy. And we can talk then?" You nodded at that. Feeling blessed with the sweetness and understanding that always surrounded Dewey.

As you went up to shower Dewey made you your coffee and grabbed the donuts he bought you. He secretly bought those when you were gone, hoping that they would be celebrating donuts instead of comfort-food. Dewey crashed on the couch and his mind began to wander.

He was dissepointed for you that your interview didn't go as planned, again. Dewey had been seeing you run from one interview to another in the past 2 weeks, and he knew how bad it was for your self-esteem to get shot down that often. He was a bit worried about you lately to be honest.

Wearing your sweatpants, cozy socks and Deweys old band-shirt you felt a lot better then before your shower.

As you came downstairs, you were greeted by a lounging Dewey Finn and your favorite coffee waiting for you. You gladly accepted the comfort both of those gave you and you planted yourself next to Dewey on the couch. Snuggeling against him as he handed you your coffee. "There you go doll, your coffee-choice is as odd as you.... complete with that disgusting honey and cinnamon in it. Just the way you like." He jokingly said, patting your thigh as you took the coffee from him. You mocked a british accent as you replied: "You are such a peasant Dewey Finn.... you wouldn't recognize the fine art of a perfect coffee if it slapped you in the face."

Dewey rolled his eyes and chuckled at your joke as he nudged your shoulder. Scoffing before he spoke: "Allright champ. Fair. I also have some sorrow-donuts to go with that awfull coffee of yours."

As he took a bite of his donut he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as he said: "Wanna talk about what happened?"

You sighed heavily, nodding your head as you sipped your coffee.

"It's just... a mess Dew. Everytime when i get excited at a new job-opportunity it blows up in my face..." Dewey sighed at that and you felt his hand moving soothing circles on your back.

You smiled a bit at the gesture and continued: "I thought everything's was going well. And it did, i was getting good vibes from this place. That was until they started talking about 'good, representative looks' and they shot a look at my ear-piercing. I knew that it was gonna go downhill from there. They uhm.... they asked me if i could change my hair.... into a more natural color...."

Your last scentence died in your throat as you mumbled it. Shame creeping up from your chest as you started to fidged with the coffee-cup you were holding.

Dewey started to pull you closer at your waist so you had to put your head on his shoulder. You two sat there for a while, as he knew you needed some time to continue the story. He was rubbing your knee soothingly, showing he understood. He always did. He never pushed you, always giving you the time you needed and you were glad for that.

You gathered your thoughts again as you continued to speak, struggling to make yourself audible through your mumbling: "They ehm... they said that they... that i needed to... they said clients couldnt take me seriously with my hair in this colour. They thought i was qualified for the job. They said it would be necessary to dye my hair if I wanted the job there. That a 'professional hair-color' was required. So... i left. I thanked them politely for their time and shook their hands and went on my way, Dew..."

Dewey was scratching his scruff thoughtfully as he looked at you with a frown on his face. You noticed that between your words he had grabbed your hand and was brushing his thumb against the back of it, in a soothing manner. You stared at the donuts on the table, unsure what to say next as you put the coffee back on the table.

"Hey... love... look at me..." His determined voice ringed in your ears as he squeezed your hand a bit, trying to get your attention. "Look at me please..." he pleaded. You turned your head to look him in the eyes, before looking back at the donuts again. You didnt want to see the pity on his face as he looked at you.

The hand that was scratching his stubble was now taking hold of your chin, as he tried to make you look in his eyes.

As your eyes reached his, you didnt saw pity... you saw an understanding smile. He reached out so he could pull you in a bone-crushing hug on the couch. As he held you tightly you whispered against his neck: "Thanks.... Sometimes i think that im not good enough. Purple IS a bold colour.... sometimes i feel ugly, Dew. People make me feel like im nothing sometimes.... It just sucks that people are that shallow."

Dewey pulled back slowly, looking you in your eyes with a seriousness you'd never seen. He held your shoulders as he spoke, his gaze fixated on you. "Okay... listen to me... you're beautifull... inside AND outside. You are and always will be enough. Sweetie, you are not ugly, society is... Understood? Never change your awesome self because someone doesnt agree with it, get it homie?"

You nodded, your voice lost in all the emotions you were feeling. Flabbergasted by his motivational-speech, you felt him pulling you closer to him. He placed you so you were lying on his lap, with your hair spread out on his thigh.

He handed you a donut that you gladly accepted and digged your teeth into the treat. Man... those were some good donuts.

You felt his calloused fingers starting to comb through your hair, and relaxed at his touch. You hummed at the attention your hair was getting, and closed your eyes with a smile on your face.

Dewey chuckled as he started to braid your hair: "Love the purple, it's as bouncy and happy as you are. Don't let anyone fool you or tell you otherwise: you are ROCKING that hair colour."

He paused braiding for a moment as he repeated: "ROCKING..." and held up his fist for you to bump. "IT...."

You fistpumped him back as you chuckled at his antics, repeating after him: "Rocking it."

Dewey continued the braiding and hummed 'killer queen' while doing so.

After a little while he finished the braid, he pumped his fists in the air and cheered: "Whooooww! The crowd goes wild!! You are one stunning blue-berry!"

You rolled your eyes but jumped up from the couch anyway, excited to see how bad his braid was. You were shocked to see that it was... pretty good, actually.

You smirked at your reflection, looking at the man behind you. Who laid a hand on your shoulder as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear: "See? Told you... you ARE a stunning blueberry... Rocking it."

You felt him hug you from behind, his stubble scratching against your neck as he laid his chin on your shoulder.

You looked him in the eye through the mirror, squeezing his hand as you mumbled: "Thankyou Dew..."

He winked at you and tickled your sides while saying: "You are very welcome mylady... now... Dance party?!"

You laughed and replied: "hell yeah, dance party... mister Finn."

And one hell of a dance party it was.

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